<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470398461117386308</id><updated>2011-12-13T18:30:37.227+10:00</updated><category term='josie'/><category term='shoes'/><category term='niko'/><category term='dad'/><category term='fa'/><category term='beach'/><category term='random'/><category term='mommy moments'/><category term='tag'/><category term='hubby'/><category term='template'/><category term='couples corner'/><category term='pixel bug'/><category term='girl&apos;s talk'/><category term='tragedy'/><category term='baby daniel'/><category term='family'/><category term='play'/><category term='video'/><category term='bea'/><category term='sick'/><category term='tv'/><category term='dora'/><category term='fear'/><category term='dolls'/><category term='friend'/><title type='text'>My Journey with my Bea</title><subtitle type='html'>This is a blog i created to let the whole world know my experience being a first time Mom.... a Working Mom and more =)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>beakoluvko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871413743407282812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Sp3wznk-PeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/B7p6aXtSb7g/S220/1_280587783l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>144</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470398461117386308.post-9123442025092162813</id><published>2011-02-06T21:00:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T21:10:57.277+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bea'/><title type='text'>Back from a long hiatus :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;so I am back from a verrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrryyyyyyyyyyyyy long hiatus, whew I havent really touched my blog in such a long time, I was so busy... Im still am but ill try to atleast catch up with some meme's ive join in the pas ( wahahha in the past talaga)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We have a big milestone in our family, due to some problems with my baby sitter my hubby and i decide to enroll bea to school immediately, it was the middle of school already since school year starts every august here in Saipan ( private school that is, public school starts around september) since, the problem with my baby sitter was a matter of my precious daughters safety, we didnt think twice but to take my daughter out of my baby sitter's care and transfer her to school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We are still under the transition phase since everything is still new with bea, she would still cry when i drop her off in school ( it really breaks my heart) but i feel glad when i pick her up during lunchtime ( k-3 is only half day ) she looks so happy and she is already playing with her classmates, she is even complaining that her teacher didnt even give her any homework LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my bea's picture when she was trying on her school uniform ( see how much she has grown since my last blog hehehhe, again sorry for not updating my blog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/TU5_hFUpwZI/AAAAAAAAAyI/iTQBzVDwMnk/s1600/P2030750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570529995445092754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/TU5_hFUpwZI/AAAAAAAAAyI/iTQBzVDwMnk/s320/P2030750.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is her P.E. uniform she has to wear this every Tuesday, Thursday and Friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/TU5_gsS6KkI/AAAAAAAAAyA/DweH8Prpe20/s1600/P2030753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570529988726893122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/TU5_gsS6KkI/AAAAAAAAAyA/DweH8Prpe20/s320/P2030753.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This uniform is for Monday and Wednesday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't believe that I already have a school girl at the age of 3 it is a mixed feeling, I felt anxious, nervous even scared but at the same time I am happy for my daughter for the opportunity to learn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodluck bea on your new adventure and hopefully you will enjoy every minute of it... Luv yah sweetie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470398461117386308-9123442025092162813?l=beakoluvko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/feeds/9123442025092162813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2011/02/back-from-long-hiatus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/9123442025092162813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/9123442025092162813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2011/02/back-from-long-hiatus.html' title='Back from a long hiatus :)'/><author><name>beakoluvko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871413743407282812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Sp3wznk-PeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/B7p6aXtSb7g/S220/1_280587783l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/TU5_hFUpwZI/AAAAAAAAAyI/iTQBzVDwMnk/s72-c/P2030750.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470398461117386308.post-2116014451721359351</id><published>2010-06-17T09:34:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T10:04:58.979+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bea'/><title type='text'>A painful milestone!!</title><content type='html'>A couple of days before my bea's birthday she was having slight fever since her other molar was coming out both left and right. We were hopeful that there would only be minor discomfort on her, the right tooth came out after a couple of days but the left tooth is taking a little longer than usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since bea is so used on chewing on her left side it would give her great discomfort everytime she chews on something hard she would cry and most of the time be in a bad mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About two weeks ago, she was crying out of nothign at all and she was in a bad mood most of the time. One night we have not sleep all trough the night because she keeps on waking up and end up crying  I asked her where is it hurting she pointed to her gums at the left side where the other molar was suppose to come out. I checked and saw that her gums was inflamed and really red, so i just put a little bit of orajel to ease the pain. She developed fever that night so I ended up not sleeping just to make sure she is okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mornign came and she was her happy self again, I asked her if it is still painful she said a little bit. After she took her afternoon nap i noticed her cheek got swollen and really red that is when i decided to go to the dentist to have it checked apparently her molar is havign a hard time coming out and since that is also the side where bea chews it got infected. She was given antibiotics for 7 days, but on the 7 th day i still notice that her gums are a little bit swollen and when i cleaned that area and touched it a greenish liquid came out so i got scared and went back to the dentist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dentist did some examination and x-ray on bea and determined that her other molar is now giving her the problem and needs to be extracted since it would lead to more problems. SO we were faced with a hard decision for our daughter. Wer weighed the pros and cons and we deicided it was for our daughter's best that we had the procedure done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last tuesday after her last dose of antibiotics we went back to the dentist to have the painful procedure I sat with bea on the chair and tried to calm her down. At first she was so happy and smiling and is even showing the dentist how to open her mouth. Well that all changed when she saw the instruments and the like. She got scared that she doesnt want to open her mouth anymore we convinced her to open her mouth and the dentist had the chance to give her the anesthesia but after that there was wailign and a lot of crying it teared my heart out when I heard bea begged us to stop she said crying "PLEASE NO MORE PLEASE NO MORE PLEASE"&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but be teary eyed but i just told my self it is for the better and it needs to be done so after a few minutes we hold bea and forced her to open her mouth and after a few minutes the tooth was out, bea was really crying that all I can do was to hug her and tell her how proud I am of her for being so brave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I consoled her she stoped crying and asked me to go to the carnival :) I bought her ice cream to stop the bleeding since she doesnt want to bite on the gauze. I also bought her balloon and stickers to make her day. She rode the train and the airplane ( which only lasted a few minutes coz she got scared when it went faster).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/TBlhJ_2k3KI/AAAAAAAAAxY/xu1GIqufvo4/s1600/P6150217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483520845687348386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/TBlhJ_2k3KI/AAAAAAAAAxY/xu1GIqufvo4/s320/P6150217.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is my baby after her painful milestone :) I am so proud of you baby, though this is not a good one I am still proud to be able to see how brave you are and how much you can understand know. I even asked you that night if it is okay for you to go back to the dentist to have your teeth cleaned and you said yes... thank you sweetie for being a part of me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/TBlhJdekawI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/xffKD-HOJ7s/s1600/P6170231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483520836459850498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/TBlhJdekawI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/xffKD-HOJ7s/s320/P6170231.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The sacrificed tooth :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/TBlhJAhueAI/AAAAAAAAAxI/oMctf8gW2ss/s1600/P6170236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483520828688463874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/TBlhJAhueAI/AAAAAAAAAxI/oMctf8gW2ss/s320/P6170236.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A neat tooth keeper :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/TBlf8AFrXTI/AAAAAAAAAxA/X9qm0VP-oKw/s1600/P6150217.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470398461117386308-2116014451721359351?l=beakoluvko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/feeds/2116014451721359351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/06/painful-milestone.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/2116014451721359351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/2116014451721359351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/06/painful-milestone.html' title='A painful milestone!!'/><author><name>beakoluvko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871413743407282812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Sp3wznk-PeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/B7p6aXtSb7g/S220/1_280587783l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/TBlhJ_2k3KI/AAAAAAAAAxY/xu1GIqufvo4/s72-c/P6150217.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470398461117386308.post-6364856293882280772</id><published>2010-06-17T09:18:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T09:32:17.646+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girl&apos;s talk'/><title type='text'>Girl's Talk: Inside my Wallet</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nikoganda.com/search/label/Girls%20Talk/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dZuhD04_F3k/Sq27hnp8hGI/AAAAAAAAASE/cFFfRxjepIU/s400/girls+talk+badge.PNG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my Oh My! I have missed a lot of topics in Girl's talk already I've been fairly busy at work and a lot has come up that I dont even have time to use my laptop at home-poor thing must be missing me already :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway this week's topic on Girl's Talk is the contents of our wallets. Currently I am using a mini purse since from time to time I would be changing my bag and my long/big wallet doesnt fit on my tiny bag or if ever it fits it my wallet would occupy almost all of the space of my bag. SO I decided to buy a smaller much more versatile  wallet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my wallet;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/TBlcgK3qeZI/AAAAAAAAAw4/9K9raHytikE/s1600/P6170230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483515729043683730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/TBlcgK3qeZI/AAAAAAAAAw4/9K9raHytikE/s320/P6170230.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At the back of my wallet there is a coin holder where I put spare change but it doesnt hold a lot since it is just small so most of the time I would end up putting the coins in my bag. Shake my bag and you would hear it jingle hehehhehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/TBlcfiQlTFI/AAAAAAAAAww/r5Nc4n-0lO8/s1600/P6170229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483515718142348370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/TBlcfiQlTFI/AAAAAAAAAww/r5Nc4n-0lO8/s320/P6170229.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My mini wallet is tri-fold wallet and this is how it look inside it has slots for cards and bills as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/TBlcfaukx7I/AAAAAAAAAwo/kpHQ2VTeTf4/s1600/P6170228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483515716120659890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/TBlcfaukx7I/AAAAAAAAAwo/kpHQ2VTeTf4/s320/P6170228.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here are some of my cards that i managed to put inside my wallet: debit card, entry permit, social security card, amex card and a coupon for free coffee hehehhehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/TBlcezY0NCI/AAAAAAAAAwg/1SFAx5VHwUM/s1600/P6170227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483515705560413218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/TBlcezY0NCI/AAAAAAAAAwg/1SFAx5VHwUM/s320/P6170227.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I also have an atm card, a visa card and a membership rewards card, point purchased on the said store can be converted to cash or can be redeemed towards some items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/TBlceXJzQZI/AAAAAAAAAwY/V2W93ZxNszk/s1600/P6170226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483515697981243794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/TBlceXJzQZI/AAAAAAAAAwY/V2W93ZxNszk/s320/P6170226.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and here is how my wallet looked :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How about you girl's care to show how the contents of your wallet head on to our site for more entries, just click on the badge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Thursday Everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470398461117386308-6364856293882280772?l=beakoluvko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/feeds/6364856293882280772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/06/girls-talk-inside-my-wallet.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/6364856293882280772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/6364856293882280772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/06/girls-talk-inside-my-wallet.html' title='Girl&apos;s Talk: Inside my Wallet'/><author><name>beakoluvko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871413743407282812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Sp3wznk-PeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/B7p6aXtSb7g/S220/1_280587783l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dZuhD04_F3k/Sq27hnp8hGI/AAAAAAAAASE/cFFfRxjepIU/s72-c/girls+talk+badge.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470398461117386308.post-5285979847890560681</id><published>2010-06-14T13:55:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T14:03:45.494+10:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/TBWoYqys2sI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/ab3rmsYRVD4/s1600/P5270055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482473263150717634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/TBWoYqys2sI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/ab3rmsYRVD4/s320/P5270055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To the man who changed my life completely....&lt;br /&gt;To the man who makes my heart beat quickly...&lt;br /&gt;To the man who takes my breath away...&lt;br /&gt;To the man who made me truly happy...&lt;br /&gt;To the man who completes me...&lt;br /&gt;To the best dad my child could ever have...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DADDY!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I have always told you thank you for saving me... thank you for turning my whole world upside down and thank you for making me feel so much blessed each and everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In you I find peace and happiness, with you I feel so special and so much loved.. I just wish that I could at least make you happy as much as you do with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I will always and forever will be proud to be your wife and I will always love you till my last breath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I love you daddy and thank you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470398461117386308-5285979847890560681?l=beakoluvko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/feeds/5285979847890560681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-birthday-baby.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/5285979847890560681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/5285979847890560681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-birthday-baby.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY!!!'/><author><name>beakoluvko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871413743407282812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Sp3wznk-PeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/B7p6aXtSb7g/S220/1_280587783l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/TBWoYqys2sI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/ab3rmsYRVD4/s72-c/P5270055.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470398461117386308.post-4758604001028733491</id><published>2010-06-07T10:13:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T10:16:46.744+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiatus!</title><content type='html'>Oh My! Im in a hiatus mode again :( Ive been fairly busy at the office and myt migranes are not helping either maybe because of the hot weather we are having that I constantly have migranes. I barely had time to check facebook or my blog. I feel so dizzy and lightheaded whenever I have migranes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter got sick again but now she's ok Thank God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be havign updates on my blog soon, but for now I gotta go and I miss all of you:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Mondays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470398461117386308-4758604001028733491?l=beakoluvko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/feeds/4758604001028733491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/06/hiatus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/4758604001028733491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/4758604001028733491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/06/hiatus.html' title='Hiatus!'/><author><name>beakoluvko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871413743407282812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Sp3wznk-PeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/B7p6aXtSb7g/S220/1_280587783l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470398461117386308.post-2932244423654965320</id><published>2010-05-25T11:02:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T14:23:05.509+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bea'/><title type='text'>bea's 3rd bday celebration</title><content type='html'>My bea turned 3 on May 11. 2010, since it was a tuesday and both me and hubby has work on weekdays we decided to have my daughters party on May 15, 2010 ( saturday) at least only hubby needs to work halfday and the next day we dont have to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Bea's actual birthday, I decided to take a leave from my office and give in to her birthday wish of going to the zoo. I went to the bakeshop early to buy a chocolate cake for her and surprise he as soon as she wakes up. We went to the zoo that day she loved it-I will blog about it soon :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that night, her baby sitter who is also her ninang prepared a surprise dinner for her, I just bought pasta and pizza from pizza hut, my baby is so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On her party...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our theme was tinkerbell so most of the balloons were purple and green, we made decorations out of a cheap table cloth i bought and just cut out tinkerbell's pic and pasted it on carboard and put a string and hang them on the ceiling of the restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bea had two outfit- a dress with purple and green flowers and a purple tinkerbell shirt and blue jeans her second outfit matches my outhfit. Since dad wouldnt wear tinkerbell shirt I just bought him a green shirt (at least it still matches the theme ehheheheh).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bought the biggest chocolate cake we could buy ( its bea's fave)- as soon as Bea saw it she wanted to taste it alreaady even before her party starts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a succesful party not only because my daughter received a lot of gifts :P but a lot of our friends came to join us celebrate with us and most of all my daughter enjoyed her party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pics from her party...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S_slmo5FqTI/AAAAAAAAAwI/jmJ_G8DN_EI/s1600/b10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475011117741091122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S_slmo5FqTI/AAAAAAAAAwI/jmJ_G8DN_EI/s320/b10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some of our guests &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S_slmc5TVBI/AAAAAAAAAwA/ANsjmE27V18/s1600/b9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475011114520761362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S_slmc5TVBI/AAAAAAAAAwA/ANsjmE27V18/s320/b9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Her birthday cake.. see those little hands holding the box that's my daughter's she wanted to taste the cake hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S_slmGuIHlI/AAAAAAAAAv4/9Hi3Dgn4c_k/s1600/b8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475011108568309330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S_slmGuIHlI/AAAAAAAAAv4/9Hi3Dgn4c_k/s320/b8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;buffet table and banner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S_sll2qUoUI/AAAAAAAAAvw/F1LFJXFGO4g/s1600/b8.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475011104257384770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S_sll2qUoUI/AAAAAAAAAvw/F1LFJXFGO4g/s320/b8.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dessert table&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S_slldN_efI/AAAAAAAAAvo/69UuK6UhMOs/s1600/b6.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475011097427671538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S_slldN_efI/AAAAAAAAAvo/69UuK6UhMOs/s320/b6.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Food....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S_sjwh-d8kI/AAAAAAAAAu4/FRT-VRhXEqk/s1600/b5.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475009088660042306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S_sjwh-d8kI/AAAAAAAAAu4/FRT-VRhXEqk/s320/b5.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Decors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S_sjwQI7HhI/AAAAAAAAAuw/dJ7UvPT7Ldk/s1600/b4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475009083872058898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S_sjwQI7HhI/AAAAAAAAAuw/dJ7UvPT7Ldk/s320/b4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My birthday girl ( outfit #1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S_sjwINgHTI/AAAAAAAAAuo/sqLmvJ3HojU/s1600/b3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475009081743777074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S_sjwINgHTI/AAAAAAAAAuo/sqLmvJ3HojU/s320/b3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My family :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S_sjvmR-uwI/AAAAAAAAAug/sAmS0Tpbdjg/s1600/b2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475009072635755266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S_sjvmR-uwI/AAAAAAAAAug/sAmS0Tpbdjg/s320/b2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mommy and bea in our matching outfits hehehehhe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S_sjvKAs2lI/AAAAAAAAAuY/O3IwGAyCe2w/s1600/b1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475009065047087698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S_sjvKAs2lI/AAAAAAAAAuY/O3IwGAyCe2w/s320/b1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some of the gifts thank you thank you so much :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To all our family and friends thank you so much for being part of our daughters happiness :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470398461117386308-2932244423654965320?l=beakoluvko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/feeds/2932244423654965320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/05/beas-3rd-bday-celebration.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/2932244423654965320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/2932244423654965320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/05/beas-3rd-bday-celebration.html' title='bea&apos;s 3rd bday celebration'/><author><name>beakoluvko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871413743407282812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Sp3wznk-PeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/B7p6aXtSb7g/S220/1_280587783l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S_slmo5FqTI/AAAAAAAAAwI/jmJ_G8DN_EI/s72-c/b10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470398461117386308.post-1984374549447770839</id><published>2010-05-25T10:42:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T10:54:52.115+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fa'/><title type='text'>Newest additions to our family....</title><content type='html'>I always forgot to blog about the newest addition to our familu. My bea has always been an animal lover she isnt even scared of lizards and other creepy crawlers ( not like me ill pass out if somethign crawls up on me hehehehhe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last christmas my daughter has been asking for a puppy, so my husband (aka "the spoiler") looked for a puppy for bea. He found a lady who is going off island and cant take her 2 year old maltese with her and asked us to adopt her dog instead. So we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presenting to everyone---- RUSSIAN BOY PATAWARAN ( LOL, ask bea what's his dog's name and that's what shell answer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S_sdJaCipUI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/gmHp5IwqCs0/s1600/russina.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475001819444979010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S_sdJaCipUI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/gmHp5IwqCs0/s320/russina.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Russian for short... this little dog is about a size of an average pup, he is so gentle and quiet he usually sleeps allday and just lie down in one corner the wholeday.... he is not very playful and he likes me more than bea, bea could be a little rough at times and russian is very fragile he gets scared of bea's balloons, stroller and everything. I think that's the reason why bea wants another puppy since russian is such a bore hehehhehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now presenting the newest baby, JAKE PATAWARAN ( heheheh they really have last names since bea always say that's their name)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S_sdJLS8GmI/AAAAAAAAAuI/CrWRG5AxK_w/s1600/black_lab_puppy_tide1a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475001815487224418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 236px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S_sdJLS8GmI/AAAAAAAAAuI/CrWRG5AxK_w/s320/black_lab_puppy_tide1a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a 6-week old black labrador pup which my hubby (the spoiler) got from their office.... the day he brought jake baby home my bea was ecstatic with excitement... she played with as if it was a baby. The first day at home he is still a little bit small and quiet but now he is a very active pup who eats a lot, play a lot and most of all burns out my bea's pent up energy. Bea would run around the house and this little guy would come chasing after her. She is very happy and its not that all bad since by bed time bea would be so tired that she would doze off to sleep immediately :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My family is getting bigger from a family of 3 now were a family of 5... wheeww, wonder when we can have a realy baby boy? but for now this 2 guys is just a perfect fir for our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470398461117386308-1984374549447770839?l=beakoluvko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/feeds/1984374549447770839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/05/newest-additions-to-our-family.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/1984374549447770839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/1984374549447770839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/05/newest-additions-to-our-family.html' title='Newest additions to our family....'/><author><name>beakoluvko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871413743407282812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Sp3wznk-PeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/B7p6aXtSb7g/S220/1_280587783l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S_sdJaCipUI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/gmHp5IwqCs0/s72-c/russina.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470398461117386308.post-7799162582763980434</id><published>2010-05-25T10:33:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T10:40:12.782+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bea'/><title type='text'>Posing Galore!!!</title><content type='html'>I've been so busy at the office lately that i can't find time to blog or even blog hop... I will do so as soon as I find energy within my body :), the weather isnt helping much either its been very hot all day and night.... I feel drained everyday that I dont have energy to do anything at home after my work :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway this are few pics that my kumare ( bea's baby sitter) took yesterday while I was at work, she taught bea all the poses she did hehehehhe.. I think their pretty bored hahhahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S_sbe9Qpw5I/AAAAAAAAAuA/n4J73ZE3ttc/s1600/blog3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474999990653404050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S_sbe9Qpw5I/AAAAAAAAAuA/n4J73ZE3ttc/s320/blog3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S_sbei0cZiI/AAAAAAAAAt4/o5BeKvNgmgk/s1600/blog2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474999983555765794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S_sbei0cZiI/AAAAAAAAAt4/o5BeKvNgmgk/s320/blog2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S_sbeZCY0WI/AAAAAAAAAtw/Du9aLCfnijg/s1600/blog1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474999980929896802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 319px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S_sbeZCY0WI/AAAAAAAAAtw/Du9aLCfnijg/s320/blog1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby's growing up so fast :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470398461117386308-7799162582763980434?l=beakoluvko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/feeds/7799162582763980434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/05/posing-galore.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/7799162582763980434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/7799162582763980434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/05/posing-galore.html' title='Posing Galore!!!'/><author><name>beakoluvko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871413743407282812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Sp3wznk-PeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/B7p6aXtSb7g/S220/1_280587783l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S_sbe9Qpw5I/AAAAAAAAAuA/n4J73ZE3ttc/s72-c/blog3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470398461117386308.post-4929596100167721399</id><published>2010-05-18T14:10:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T10:58:20.405+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Labor and Deliver and Bringing Home the Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://rodliz.info/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Rodliz’s Nest" src="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk178/dannyannemj/couplescorner_badge_thumb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;This weeks topic on Couples Corner is all about deliver and bringing home the baby. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&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;br /&gt;Not to sound boring or anything but like my pregnancy journey my delivery was nothing short of a miracle. &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 was supposed to deliver my baby on May 5, 2007 ( a year after I had my knee surgery in the Philippines), I filed for leave from our office since April 30, 2007, during those times I felt that my baby isn’t moving that much so when I had my prenatal check-up that week I told my ob that my baby isn’t moving that much and I am getting worried. To erase any doubts in my mind she had me undergo fetal NST (non-stress test) it is to determine if your baby is having stress inside of you and if everything is okay. I was hooked up to that machine for 10 minutes and my baby didn’t move that much, my ob said maybe she is sleeping and she sent me home and told me not to worry. On my c due date May 5. 2007 I went to my ob again for a check up but she said I might be giving birth after my due date which is still ok as long as it doesn’t go over 42 weeks, I even asked my ob to induce me or if I could have elective c-section instead since I have a gut feeling that something is wrong with my baby. My ob said I should not worry since my baby is ok and I just have to wait for nature to take its course.&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;On May 10, 2007 I went back to my ob’s clinic since I haven’t felt the baby move in a while, I was crying since I am afraid to loose my baby. They immediately did a ultrasound to check on my baby and the technician noticed that my amniotic fluid is very low, my stubborn ob said maybe my fluid is just beneath my baby… I cried to her and pleaded just please take out my baby I will sign all the waivers they need just do an elective c-section on me to save my baby. She still assured me that my baby is alright and I don’t have anything to worry, she then agreed to have me induced on May 14, 2007, I felt relieve that I am only a few days from seeing my baby.&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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On May 11, 2007 I haven’t felt my baby move a lot in my tummy but I felt discouraged to go back to my ob’s office since it would make me feel that I am going crazy already so I just waited for my baby to move, she would move a little but not like her usual self. Around 2 pm as I peed there was a lot of blood coming out and I felt something is wrong so I called my husband and my ob she told me to come back to her office but I insisted to go straight to the hospital instead. My ob agreed to meet us in the hospital. When I went to the hospital the nurses put me in the bed and did a NST on my baby she was indeed barely moving and her heart beat was going down. My ob ordered another ultrasound for me to check on any other conditions like placenta previa or something the technician in the hospital told me that my amniotic fluid was really thick and he was surprised why my ob and his staff hasn’t done anything to deliver the baby sooner. Needless to say I was ordered for an emergency C-section because of fetal distress. &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;At 5:35 pm, May 11, 2007 my baby was born, at the operating room it was too quiet you would only hear a faint cry every now and then you would only hear a lot of sucking but the nurses and doctors aren’t talking that much , that is when I got worried I keep asking them how is my baby, if she is okay or not.. if I could see her I wanted to get up from the operating table to see my baby finally the pediatrician assigned to my baby brought her to me, she was so pale and she wasn’t even crying I just said hi baby, be strong for mommy okay and she just look at me after that they whisk her away to the NICU to work on her. I felt so confused, scared and angry at the same time… if only my ob listened to me…&lt;br /&gt;As I was still lying down on the operation table I heard the doctors ask what is the APGAR score of my baby and it was 3/7 but then after a few minutes it dropped again. I knew for a fact that the scores should have been from 8-10 and 3 is just too low.&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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Needless to say my daughter stayed in the NICU for 7 days with all the monitors, IV’s that you could imagine. Early morning on her 2nd day, she stopped breathing and the staff in the NICU had to revive her and after reviving her place her on a breathing machine. That is also the first day I saw her, I just felt so lost at that time just seeing your fragile baby lying lifeless and only a machine to breath for her I cant help but think that God is playing a trick on me. I told Him, why are you like that… after how many years you gave me my miracle but just like that you would take it away… I really felt so lost…That day we also had my baby get her final blessing just in case she pass away… the moment I saw the priest blessing my poor baby with holy water and praying for God to accept her to His kingdom, made my whole world crumble…. After that I just kissed my bea’s hand and told her to be strong and promise me that she wont ever leave me. I went back to my room with my hubby and we were both crying…. It was the first time I saw my hubby breakdown in tears we felt so hopeless we felt so alone… I just told my hubby that God wouldn’t let anything bad happen to bea, He wouldn’t get him back we just have to have more faith in Him that he would give us bea back. I texted all my friends and family in the Philippines to please help us pray for a Miracle.&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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Another miracle happened to me on my 1st mother’s day ( bea’s 3rd day) as I was entering the NICU to visit her I saw my baby moving and wiggling her arms and legs. The Filipina nurse said”Hay, naku mommy ang baby mo kahit heavily sedated na gising pa rin and she is trying to take out the breathing machine”, the machine was taken out that day. … the Doctors couldn’t believe how fast she recovered , they hugged me and congratulated me for having my baby back…We just had to stay for 4 days in the hospital just to finish off the antibiotics… &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;br /&gt;We brought bea home a week after she was born and of course there were sleepless nights and a lot of crying but going through that experience you wouldn’t mind that slight discomfort all you care about is you have your baby with you and that is all that matters.&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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;God is really good and I get to see his miracle everyday through the eyes of my daughter.&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;Happy Wednesday Everyone… &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/7470398461117386308-4929596100167721399?l=beakoluvko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/feeds/4929596100167721399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/05/this-weeks-topic-on-couples-corner-is.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/4929596100167721399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/4929596100167721399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/05/this-weeks-topic-on-couples-corner-is.html' title='Labor and Deliver and Bringing Home the Baby'/><author><name>beakoluvko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871413743407282812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Sp3wznk-PeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/B7p6aXtSb7g/S220/1_280587783l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470398461117386308.post-3699482607182548904</id><published>2010-05-12T00:23:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T01:06:50.778+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='couples corner'/><title type='text'>Couples Corner: Were pregnant!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://rodliz.info/"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" alt="Rodliz’s Nest" src="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk178/dannyannemj/couplescorner_badge_thumb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This week's topic on couple's corner is all about the time when we were pregnant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My pregnancy was the most wonderful experience that I have ever had. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Getting pregnant was a big challenge to me since I was diagnosed with PCOD a few days before my wedding. I knew that I would be having a difficult time conceiving because of my condition. I tried everything that my obgyn asked me to do just to get pregnant. A couple years of fertility treatment, all the test that I need to clear out any other problems, even taking my temperature every morning to know if I am fertile or not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was a long and tiring process that sometimes it feels that I am just doing things because I had to and not because I want to. Finally on May 2006 I went home to the Philippines for a knee surgery, Since my family is a devotee of the Lady of Perpetual Help of Manoag ( APO) I went there a couple of days after my surgery with knee brace and all, as I prayed I told Apo that I give up, I am so tired of begging, crying and asking for a baby... I am just so tired, It was the first time that I went there since my wedding that I didnt ask to have a baby. I just asked for peace within me, I asked for acceptance and ask for guidance. I  have accepted the fact that I would not get pregnant anymore and my dream of becoming a Mom would never come true.  That time I feel at peace with myself for the first time in so many years, I can move on and look at the other side of my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After a couple of days I went back here in Saipan to be with my hubby, because of the long and painful process of conceiving a child, I must say it took its toll on our marriage life. There would be times that my hubby and I wont talk for weeks and I must admit at that time I also accepted that fact that my hubby deserves also to have a family of his own and I must admit the fact that it is not with me. I keep on giving him reasons to get mad at me, so it woudl be easier for him to look for another girl and start his life all over again, though it was painful I still would like to give my hubby a chance to be happy as well, I dont want to be selfish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Around August 2006, every morning as soon as I arrive in our office I always feel as though I am went to a long trip ( the trip from our house to the office is only 10-15 mins.), I feel dizzy and hot. I was thinking I might be sick or something, I keep on tellign my sister in the Philippines that I might be sick and she keeps on telling me that I might be pregnant and she asked me to buy a pregnancy test kit just to check... since I dont want to get my hopes up and later on just  be depressed I told my sister that I was not pregnant and if I buy a HPT kist it would just be a waste of money and I wasted a lot already :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Afte a long time of being convinced by my sister to get a HPT finally on September 19, 2006 as I was doing office errands I drop by the pharmacty to get a test pack and just get it over with. As soon as I arrive in the office I immediately went to the restroom to take the test It was so quick I saw a + sign on the test and it felt like somebody poured a bucket of cold water on me, I could not breathe, I could not move my legs and my body just trembled. For so long I was hoping to see this + sign on every test that I have taken and now unexpectedly I see it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I immediately called my hubby and told him that I had the test done already since I was still in shock my voice sounded as though I am disappointed and sad, so my hubby immediately told me "That's ok baby, we can always try.... you'll be my baby forever", I was still speachless then he asked me "So, what's the result", I told him positive, he then said "What's wrong with that?"... I told him I just dont know how to react... I am so happy and shocked at the same time. Needless to say we are both over the moon . I must have taken 7 test that day just to make sure I am really really pregnant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I didnt have vomiting/nausea or anything... I just hated the smell of sauted onion and garlic, I can't stand tomato sauce and vinegar and I dont like to smell any other perfume other than Elizabeth Arden's gree tea :). Over all I had a very easy pregnancy maybe because I dint mind all the discomfort of pregnancy I was just to happy to experience having a life inside of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Happy Wednesday Everyone!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470398461117386308-3699482607182548904?l=beakoluvko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/feeds/3699482607182548904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/05/couples-corner-were-pregnant.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/3699482607182548904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/3699482607182548904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/05/couples-corner-were-pregnant.html' title='Couples Corner: Were pregnant!!'/><author><name>beakoluvko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871413743407282812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Sp3wznk-PeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/B7p6aXtSb7g/S220/1_280587783l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470398461117386308.post-5544270824038083062</id><published>2010-05-11T08:59:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T09:12:13.062+10:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY BEA!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S-iQBa_BxMI/AAAAAAAAAto/zrTcsNX535Y/s1600/bea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 258px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469780101539415234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S-iQBa_BxMI/AAAAAAAAAto/zrTcsNX535Y/s320/bea.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is my baby's 3rd birhtday. I woke up early to buy a cake for her and when she woke up we lit up the candle and we sang happy birthday to her, Her eyes light up with so much happiness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To my sweetie,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you so much sweetie, you have been my strength, my happiness and my bliss. We were looking at you last night while you are sleeping and Daddy and I cant help but cry, we still couldnt believe it that you came to our lives. We remember the day you were born and how sad and out of our mind we were, when you came out lifeless. We remembered the day you were given your final blessing just in case you go and be an angel. I told daddy that I cannot even begin to explain how painful it was for me to witness that. I even told daddy that if that time we lost you I might have gone out of mind. God indeed is very good sweetie 'coz he gave you back to us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyday sweetie I thank God for blessing me with you, My life is now complete baby and that is because of you. In you anak, I find strength to go on, the courage to take on new things and the desire to be better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You have taught me a lot and still I am learning everyday. You constantly make mommy and daddy proud and  hapy for that sweetie, thank you so  much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish you to grow up happy and be a good person as much as God wanted you to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you so much anak and thank you thank you for making mommy complete.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I better get off the computer baby so we can start our day. Off to the zoo we go :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love you baby,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mommy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470398461117386308-5544270824038083062?l=beakoluvko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/feeds/5544270824038083062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-birthday-bea.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/5544270824038083062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/5544270824038083062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-birthday-bea.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY BEA!!!'/><author><name>beakoluvko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871413743407282812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Sp3wznk-PeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/B7p6aXtSb7g/S220/1_280587783l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S-iQBa_BxMI/AAAAAAAAAto/zrTcsNX535Y/s72-c/bea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470398461117386308.post-2670209277636249566</id><published>2010-05-07T09:15:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T09:35:39.156+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mommy moments'/><title type='text'>MM: Motherly Advice</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mommyjourney.com/search/label/Mommy%20Moments" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="mommy moments" src="http://i471.photobucket.com/albums/rr71/mommyjourney/mommymoments.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S-NNqHZvR2I/AAAAAAAAAtg/FQn7AKVRa-U/s1600/mm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468299758494762850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S-NNqHZvR2I/AAAAAAAAAtg/FQn7AKVRa-U/s320/mm.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Since Mother's day is this Sunday, this week's topic on Mommy Momment's is Motherly Advice, I am not sure what advice I can give since I myself is a first time Mom... I will be celebrating my 3rd mother's day this year, but up until this day I can still remember my first, it was May 13, 2007 the day God has given me a mother's day miracle, it was the day that my daughter was given back to me... I can never forget that Mother's day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, the advice I can give new mother's like me is RELAX... I remember the first few months that I had my bea, I was so tensed and agitated that if she don't cry for a period of time I get nervous, if she cries continuosly I get frustrated.. I remember not sleeping the whole night just to make sure she's still breathing or if she is okay or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And of course to ENJOY... you have to enjoy every momment of it, before you knew it they'll be grown up... though at times they keep on asking questions that sometimes you forget what you are supposed to do or buy since all you hear is why, who, what and all, eventhough they keep on clinging to you that you cant even pee or comb your hair just because they want to be with mommy.. At the end of the day all of it was worth it. It is really amazing how you learn new things in the eyes of your children, I learn something new from my daughter everyday.... can you imagine she knows a SLOTH ( a sleepy one) before I do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To all the mommy's HAPPY MOTHER"S DAY TO US!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;More motherly advice just click on the badge.&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/7470398461117386308-2670209277636249566?l=beakoluvko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/feeds/2670209277636249566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/05/mm-motherly-advice.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/2670209277636249566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/2670209277636249566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/05/mm-motherly-advice.html' title='MM: Motherly Advice'/><author><name>beakoluvko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871413743407282812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Sp3wznk-PeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/B7p6aXtSb7g/S220/1_280587783l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S-NNqHZvR2I/AAAAAAAAAtg/FQn7AKVRa-U/s72-c/mm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470398461117386308.post-6311973163204060313</id><published>2010-05-06T08:46:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T09:02:36.825+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girl&apos;s talk'/><title type='text'>GT: CHILDHOOD BESTFRIEND</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nikoganda.com/search/label/Girls%20Talk/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dZuhD04_F3k/Sq27hnp8hGI/AAAAAAAAASE/cFFfRxjepIU/s400/girls+talk+badge.PNG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dyosko! naghalughug pa ako ng litrato sa baul hehehhe. Too bad my pics when was I child is in the philippines and lucky for me I can avoid humiliation hehehhehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, my childhood bestfriend is non other than my one and only sibling, my ate jo-anne, though we may fight like cats and dogs but at the end of the day we still end up sharing one room, sharing the same toys, sharing almost everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On the days that my nanay and tatay both has to go to work and they will leave us inside our house with the strict reminder that we cannot go out. My sister and I would have countless hours of play, imagining things making our bunk beds our castle, our boat and everythign in between.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My sister once give me a card that show's two little girls playing under a blanket reminds me so much of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S-H1cKIvcbI/AAAAAAAAAtY/0wE-L0SUvR4/s1600/gt4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467921286710653362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S-H1cKIvcbI/AAAAAAAAAtY/0wE-L0SUvR4/s320/gt4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a pic of me and my sister, i think I was in 1st yr college here or younger... susme di pa siguro uso pagkain nun at kapayat ko pa hehehhe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S-H1bxprNoI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/DqwXKqZtrBs/s1600/gt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467921280137901698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S-H1bxprNoI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/DqwXKqZtrBs/s320/gt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and this is our studio shot hehehhehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S-H1bSa1-oI/AAAAAAAAAtI/mD3HmVtlVIs/s1600/gt2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467921271754193538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S-H1bSa1-oI/AAAAAAAAAtI/mD3HmVtlVIs/s320/gt2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My cousins has always been very close to me also and here we are on our younger days... we were only missing the two boys and that's the complete set of grandkids my grandparents has (katipid naman no?) Wheneever we get together we usually split into 2 groups and the youngest of us the small one at the far left (she is now a nurse like my sister) would determine who would be the dominant group :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are my childhood bestfriends... how about you? why dont you head on to our site and share to us who your bestfriends are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Thursday Everyone!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470398461117386308-6311973163204060313?l=beakoluvko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/feeds/6311973163204060313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/05/gt-childhood-bestfriend.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/6311973163204060313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/6311973163204060313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/05/gt-childhood-bestfriend.html' title='GT: CHILDHOOD BESTFRIEND'/><author><name>beakoluvko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871413743407282812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Sp3wznk-PeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/B7p6aXtSb7g/S220/1_280587783l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dZuhD04_F3k/Sq27hnp8hGI/AAAAAAAAASE/cFFfRxjepIU/s72-c/girls+talk+badge.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470398461117386308.post-8491697987026374743</id><published>2010-05-05T10:03:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T11:30:43.852+10:00</updated><title type='text'>CC: Meet my moms :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://rodliz.info/"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" alt="Rodliz’s Nest" src="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk178/dannyannemj/couplescorner_badge_thumb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weeks topic on couples corner is all about our Mother's, I was worried about this topic 'coz i cannot think of anything to say about my mother's. Unfortunately, I am not close to my mother or my mother-in-law, its always been an issue about respect but I still give them credit for bringing me and my hubby into this world. For all their hardwork putting us up tp school, feeding us giving us what we need, I will never fail to give them credit for all of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway let me introduce my Mother-in-law first; her name is PURIFICATION S. PATAWARAN we call her nanay puring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S-C3pvbKAMI/AAAAAAAAAtA/-RLGc5aFTu4/s1600/nnay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 120px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467571875360669890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S-C3pvbKAMI/AAAAAAAAAtA/-RLGc5aFTu4/s320/nnay.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the only photo i have of her, sorry i just scanned it this was taken on the day of our wedding. I dont know how old she is but i think she is somewhere in her late 60's, before I met my mother in law i had been always calling her every now and then, and my first impression was she is a real nice lady. The first time I saw her in person well that's a different story, she didnt know i can somehow understand their language ( kapampangan) and she keeps on telling her sisters how come I was allowed to rode on the plane with just jeans, t-shirt and sneakers on ( duh, i would be travelling for 13 hrs, she expects me to put on make up jewleries and nice clothes, sorry it is just not me... comfort is what i am after).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The whole time that I was in their place she keeps on rubbing to my face that all that I have is from her beloved son. She fails to recognize the fact that I am working and I am helping his son out with every possible way I can.. I just let it all pass since I wont be staying there for a long time. But the whole family made it clear that to them I was the witch who stole their beloved son away from them. My mother in law keeps on competing with me for my hubby's attention, and you really can feel and see that she is indeed competing with you. I just let it pass since in my mind and in my heart I know that in the end no one else would matter but me and my husband.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I have a lot more about my MIL but that is for another topic :P.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;To my Nanay.. though you dont want anything to do with me and up until this day you still dont recognize the fact that I am your son's wife I still give kudos to you, for giving birth to my soulmate, my destiny and my knight... I will be forever grateful. For bringing him up in such simple way, for teaching him the value of money and harwork at a young age... I thank you, for it is because of his past that he has become a great man, a very loving husband a very proud father. For the long and painful journey he had to go through.... still thank you.. for it is those time that defined him as a man and for it is those time he pomised himself that his future family would not have to go through even an ounce of pain, sorrow and hardship that he went through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;To you nanay I would not discredit you for anything that you have doen for Jun.... Me and bea will be forever grateful to you that you have given us the greatest blessing of our life. Thank you and happy mother's day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;On the other hand, this is my mother, Celia H. Alilam, she is currently in baguio now where she lives with my father. She is turnign 56 yrs. old this year but still acts liek a teenager :P.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S-C3pZ7O1FI/AAAAAAAAAs4/MeoV070etJ4/s1600/nn2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467571869589623890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S-C3pZ7O1FI/AAAAAAAAAs4/MeoV070etJ4/s320/nn2.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is a pic of my tatay, nanay and bea when we went home in the philippines last november, 2009.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;You know when you have a moment in your life when you feel that you cannot do it anymore or you feel so down that you dont have any one to turn to but your mother, you can cry as hard as you wanted to and your mom would just sit there and console you for as long as you feel better? Well, my mother is not like that, if you cry the first thing she will ask is "What did you do?", then she wont stop there and she would insinuate that it was your mistake or you did something. Even before she knew what really happened.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My sister has always been a mommy's girl everytime she needs soemthing she would jsut tell to my mom and my mom would buy or even do things for her. I on the other hand has always been  self dependent, I always do things my way.. when my mom went to work overseas and left my sister and me to the care of my father, my sister had the hard time adjusting so instead I took over the role of my mother in our family ( and i was the youngest), I can say I matured a lot becuase of that, so when it was time for me to work here in Saipan and be with my mother... our gap got wider, she can't believe that I am able to think on my own that she insist to control me with her own rules. After living 8 yrs. without her it is hard for me to abide her every whim, most of the times we would clash and we would end up fighting. I keep asking her to respect me as a person and recognize the fact that I will be able to know what it right or wrong but she would answer me with, " hay, nako jen wag mo nga ako sinasagot at baka samapalin kita" or tumahimik ka nga baka masaktan kita... those words i keep hearing while growing up you cant complain or tell your side of the story 'coz before she even listen she has already have made up her mind that its your fault or you have done something wrong.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But anyway she still is my mom.. though at times I was wishing that somebody would come and claim me as their own.... Iknow deep in my heart she is my mother and I am deeply indebted to her for my being. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To madear, I know we have lots of differences actually iI think we are both opposites of each other hehehhe. Though we may fight a lot, you know and I have proven time and again that I would just be here whenever you need me. Though you question my life decisions and think I am bound to fail.. I know deep in my heart you are still proud of me on learningn how to stand on my own feet... your just too stubborn to admit it :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Though  you have disowned me a couple of times for standing thru my decisions, I know you didnt mean it and I know you just want me to follow your way, the safe way... I have learned to be stubborn like you becuase I want to prove to you that somehow Ill figure out how I want to live my life and I just want you to respect my decision.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A lot of times I question your love for me and i know you get hurt everytime I telll  you that you dont care about me...I am sorry for that... for the heart aches I cause you I am sorry... for every teardrop you shed because of me... Sorry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I thank you madear for everything, you inspire me to be a better mom to bea because I fear bea and I will be in the same position that we are in right now.  I am who I am right now becuase of you.... I value my family because I have seen you stick it out with our family thru thick and thin, I respect my husband so much because I have seen the effect of discrediting tatay of everything, I love my daughter too much because I have seen how much love can go a long way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For my whole being madear, thank you so much and though I may not say it often... I love you :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy mother's day every one!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470398461117386308-8491697987026374743?l=beakoluvko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/feeds/8491697987026374743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/05/cc-meet-my-moms.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/8491697987026374743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/8491697987026374743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/05/cc-meet-my-moms.html' title='CC: Meet my moms :)'/><author><name>beakoluvko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871413743407282812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Sp3wznk-PeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/B7p6aXtSb7g/S220/1_280587783l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S-C3pvbKAMI/AAAAAAAAAtA/-RLGc5aFTu4/s72-c/nnay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470398461117386308.post-3140242173942727920</id><published>2010-05-03T15:03:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T15:16:12.982+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>just thinking.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday, I was so weak that I didnt do any work, my sweet hubby did all the work for me he washed 2 loads of laundry, clean my car, take care of my bea and clean the house. I on the other hand just lay down where ever I can lie down. As in litterally I was just laying around ( Nakahandusay lang talaga ako- tawa ng tawa si hubby sa term ko). Too much partying last saturday night that I promised myself not to over do it... ever !!! i think :P.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, when I came to my senses and regained my energy back I was able to join hubby on the dinner table, we were talking on how blessed our life is. We both agreed that our life has changed tremendously for the better eversince we had our bea.We reminisced on how hard our life was when we were just starting out, we seldom eat out since our money is just enough to pay our bills and buy food. Now when we dont feel like cooking we just hop on to our car and eat anywhere we wanted to. Before, we had to think a lot of times before we can purchase things which we deemed to be expensive now we have a little more liberty to buy things that we want and buy bea things she wants to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Though we have a little bit to spare we still set aside something for our savings. We wanted to make sure that our daughter's future is safely secured. Just talking with my hubby last night made me realize more that God is indeed very good. I just hope and pray that whatever may come our way we can surpass everything hand in hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thank you God for the opportunity to experience your miracle everyday and Thank you for the chance you have given me to have a taste of my own bliss everyday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Happy mondays every one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470398461117386308-3140242173942727920?l=beakoluvko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/feeds/3140242173942727920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/05/just-thinking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/3140242173942727920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/3140242173942727920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/05/just-thinking.html' title='just thinking.....'/><author><name>beakoluvko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871413743407282812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Sp3wznk-PeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/B7p6aXtSb7g/S220/1_280587783l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470398461117386308.post-4050737778733806432</id><published>2010-04-30T09:08:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T09:17:34.402+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mommy moments'/><title type='text'>MM: Blue</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mommyjourney.com/search/label/Mommy%20Moments" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="mommy moments" src="http://i471.photobucket.com/albums/rr71/mommyjourney/mommymoments.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;After a verrrrrrrrrrrryyyyyyy lonnnnnnnnnng hiatus finally I am able to join Mommy Momments, im crossing my fingers that I can keep up :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Anyway this week's theme on MM is BLUE and here is my share ;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S9oSQ3S-rfI/AAAAAAAAAsg/gyVgGTwSH4M/s1600/mm1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465701178698280434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S9oSQ3S-rfI/AAAAAAAAAsg/gyVgGTwSH4M/s320/mm1.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my Bea's fave outfit the Shirt has Dora on it and the pants has boots, she love wearing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S9oSQnNRZUI/AAAAAAAAAsY/nx0C3wK8LUg/s1600/mm4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465701174379373890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S9oSQnNRZUI/AAAAAAAAAsY/nx0C3wK8LUg/s320/mm4.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here she is in a 2-piece bathing suit when we went for swimming last December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S9oSP5UWZfI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/l5zde_OM4vQ/s1600/mm2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465701162061030898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S9oSP5UWZfI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/l5zde_OM4vQ/s320/mm2.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was taken on March of this year when her dad was asked to be a God parent to our friends baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S9oSPRL5-OI/AAAAAAAAAsI/Zp_U245OAp8/s1600/mm3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465701151288195298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S9oSPRL5-OI/AAAAAAAAAsI/Zp_U245OAp8/s320/mm3.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The daddy and daughter both wearing blue :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S9oSNwDGZ7I/AAAAAAAAAsA/1_xIjvk7-0M/s1600/mm5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465701125213022130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S9oSNwDGZ7I/AAAAAAAAAsA/1_xIjvk7-0M/s320/mm5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Still on our swimming escapade last December.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More proud mommy's bragging all about our babies, just click on the badge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy friday everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470398461117386308-4050737778733806432?l=beakoluvko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/feeds/4050737778733806432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/04/mm-blue.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/4050737778733806432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/4050737778733806432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/04/mm-blue.html' title='MM: Blue'/><author><name>beakoluvko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871413743407282812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Sp3wznk-PeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/B7p6aXtSb7g/S220/1_280587783l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S9oSQ3S-rfI/AAAAAAAAAsg/gyVgGTwSH4M/s72-c/mm1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470398461117386308.post-3685017824898318594</id><published>2010-04-29T08:40:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T08:49:33.878+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girl&apos;s talk'/><title type='text'>GT: Last time I PIG OUT!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nikoganda.com/search/label/Girls%20Talk/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dZuhD04_F3k/Sq27hnp8hGI/AAAAAAAAASE/cFFfRxjepIU/s400/girls+talk+badge.PNG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Hmmm, can't seem to remember when was the last time I PIG OUT.... maybe because its everyday nyahahhahha :) kidding aside I think the last time I ate a lot was last year in November when bea and I was in the Philippines. We must have eaten at every corner of Baguio City and we ate this and that, whatever entices our palates hehehehhe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;One time we had a food trip session, but we only ate street foods we went to the market and bought kikiam, squidballs, fishballs and even one day old (odoc) and even green mangoes we must have bought a kilo of each and we cooked them all and had our food fest coupled with a couple of cold beer YUMMY. I think we started aroung 1 pm and finished around 6 pm or so :) It was fun though since we had chance to catch up on lost times and enjoy the company of each other. Hmmm just reminiscing that day makes me miss going back home to the Philippines :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;This is my share for this weeks Girl's Talk. More entries just click on the badge.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470398461117386308-3685017824898318594?l=beakoluvko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/feeds/3685017824898318594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/04/gt-last-time-i-pig-out.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/3685017824898318594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/3685017824898318594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/04/gt-last-time-i-pig-out.html' title='GT: Last time I PIG OUT!!!'/><author><name>beakoluvko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871413743407282812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Sp3wznk-PeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/B7p6aXtSb7g/S220/1_280587783l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dZuhD04_F3k/Sq27hnp8hGI/AAAAAAAAASE/cFFfRxjepIU/s72-c/girls+talk+badge.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470398461117386308.post-1144975196729532800</id><published>2010-04-28T09:14:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T09:47:53.081+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='couples corner'/><title type='text'>CC: My Best Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://rodliz.info/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" alt="Rodliz’s Nest" src="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk178/dannyannemj/couplescorner_badge_thumb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S9dxHlRJNmI/AAAAAAAAAr4/tdgJlYUPto4/s1600/cc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464961047914428002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S9dxHlRJNmI/AAAAAAAAAr4/tdgJlYUPto4/s320/cc.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My Hubby is my everything, at times he is my enemy, at times he is my lover, at times he is my mentor, my guide and many other things in between but most of all he is my BESTFRIEND.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He is the first guy that I have ever been friends with, I remeber when we just got to know each other he was helping me how to end my relationship with my boyfriend then, he must have listened to a million of my stories regarding my ex but he still was willing to give his ears to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Up until now I still tell him everything, at times with complete details, though my stories are very lenghty he still listens. He know my every move, my every breath and even my slightest sigh he knows it means something. If I dont talk he knows somethign is bothering me or he has done something to make me mad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last April 21, 2010 we celebrated our 8th year as boyfriend/girlfriend up unto this day I still remember how it felt like the first time I saw him, the first time we became a couple... still has and will always will  feel like.. MAGIC!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Like Ate Liz, I feel blessed that I can tell my hubby anything, I have few friends that has told me how hard it is for them to have a great relationship with their husband expecially if they are keeping some secrets from their partner. Most of the time their marriage suffers because of the heavy load they are keeping inside of them. Must be really hard being happy when you know for a fact that everyday, every minute you are hiding something from your partner. I would never dream being in that situation, I am happy because I can be myself with my hubby, I can tell him anything and enjoy every moment I have with him and not be afraid that my skeletons in my closet will one day come out . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As bestfriends, me and my husband share the same dream and it is not to be Rich someday, although it would good to have a lot of money but for us our dream is to be able to enjoy our life each day, provide for our daughter and save a little for our future. We have simple dreams and aspirations which makes it easy for us to reach for our goals and live our life the way we wanted to. Were both very simple and low key, we enjoy all that we have right now because we know we really worked hard for it which makes us appreciate each othe more 'coz we both recognized the fact that without the each other all this is not possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My hubby always say that he got lucky that I came in his life ( pag hindi makapal ung mukha nya at iclaim na swerte ko daw sa knya hehehehe) the truth is I am one lucky girl to have a man like him, he really has changed my whole world upside down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is my share for this weeks couples corner, more entries just click on the badge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470398461117386308-1144975196729532800?l=beakoluvko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/feeds/1144975196729532800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/04/cc-my-best-friend.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/1144975196729532800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/1144975196729532800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/04/cc-my-best-friend.html' title='CC: My Best Friend'/><author><name>beakoluvko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871413743407282812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Sp3wznk-PeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/B7p6aXtSb7g/S220/1_280587783l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S9dxHlRJNmI/AAAAAAAAAr4/tdgJlYUPto4/s72-c/cc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470398461117386308.post-2768477747806621399</id><published>2010-04-26T10:43:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T11:13:41.425+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday !!!</title><content type='html'>Havent had time to blog lately, unfortunately this week is no better than last week. Our quarterly tax is due on Friday so I have to finish all the reports by Wednesday I hope :(. I miss blogging, my friend ask me to blog about how mysterious love it, how complicated it is and how at time you do stupid things for love. Well dont have time yet to think it over but I will make a blog about it soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hubby got me a bigger car just in time for our 8th anniversary as boyfriend/girlfriend hehehhehe. It's not that brand new but it look's and smell's like one and whats more it is my dream car so I am a very happy wife :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bea is turning 3 next month and I am busy as a bee getting all the stuff planned out. So far I made reservations to the restaurant already, I will be starting the loot bag this week, I already bought treats that my bea loves to eat to be put inside the loot bag.  I also went to a shop that sells party supplies, I made reservation on the balloons and party hat to be used, since the  owner is also pinay I got a great deal on those stuff :). I just need to look for a good chocolate cake for bea ( her request), We tried the devil chocolate cake from one of the bakery here in the island, the icing was great but the cake it self dry. So the search continues, We decided not to have clowns or mascot this year since bea is still scared of moving mascots even clowns maybe next yeat :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister celebrated her bday a couple of days ago and I am so busy to blog, sorry sis, you know how much i love you, I wish you more blessing and I pray and hope you will trully find what your heart desires and make you really happy. Love you sis and miss you so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ill be cathcing up with my blog soon and to all my blogging friends who dropped by and left comment. THANK YOU SO MUCH!!1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470398461117386308-2768477747806621399?l=beakoluvko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/feeds/2768477747806621399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/04/monday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/2768477747806621399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/2768477747806621399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/04/monday.html' title='Monday !!!'/><author><name>beakoluvko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871413743407282812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Sp3wznk-PeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/B7p6aXtSb7g/S220/1_280587783l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470398461117386308.post-730512695575862352</id><published>2010-04-22T09:34:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T09:44:53.840+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girl&apos;s talk'/><title type='text'>GT: Buffet food I choose first</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nikoganda.com/search/label/Girls%20Talk/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dZuhD04_F3k/Sq27hnp8hGI/AAAAAAAAASE/cFFfRxjepIU/s400/girls+talk+badge.PNG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's Thursday once again and this week's topic on Girl's talk is the food I choose first in the Buffet table.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If we are dining out in a hotel at a restaurant then this would be my first choice in the buffet table:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEAFOODS!!!! yummm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S8-LxbsVzQI/AAAAAAAAArw/FvKPYmn0eUM/s1600/gt2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462738554387287298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S8-LxbsVzQI/AAAAAAAAArw/FvKPYmn0eUM/s320/gt2.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I am bit adventerous when it comes to food, maybe I acquired that from my hubby, I even learned how to eat fresh oysters... just put on the sauce and a squirt of lime and ohhhh that would taste good... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S8-LxPBIKxI/AAAAAAAAAro/LKr-oeuPS08/s1600/gt3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462738550984813330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S8-LxPBIKxI/AAAAAAAAAro/LKr-oeuPS08/s320/gt3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I also like the shrimp cocktails but I hate peeling so I usually pick out those that are already peeled but in case there is no peeled shrimps my hubby would do the peelign and I would do the eating hehehhehe. My hubby loves seafoods also but not like him I dont eat crabs, I find it hard to eat heeheheh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;In case we are dining out at a regular restaurant then the choices on the buffet table would not include seafood appetizers ( only the restaurant on the hotels does) then my first choice would be the soup and noodles.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;This is my share for this weeks Girl's talk head on to our site for more appetizing entries. Just click on the badge .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Happy Thursday everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470398461117386308-730512695575862352?l=beakoluvko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/feeds/730512695575862352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/04/gt-buffet-food-i-choose-first.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/730512695575862352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/730512695575862352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/04/gt-buffet-food-i-choose-first.html' title='GT: Buffet food I choose first'/><author><name>beakoluvko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871413743407282812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Sp3wznk-PeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/B7p6aXtSb7g/S220/1_280587783l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dZuhD04_F3k/Sq27hnp8hGI/AAAAAAAAASE/cFFfRxjepIU/s72-c/girls+talk+badge.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470398461117386308.post-7007157911192425542</id><published>2010-04-21T15:28:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T15:43:32.814+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='couples corner'/><title type='text'>CC: Our Days at work</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://rodliz.info/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" alt="Rodliz’s Nest" src="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk178/dannyannemj/couplescorner_badge_thumb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THis is a 2 in 1 post hehehhe sorry I was so busy last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MOVIE TIME:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hubby loves watching movies, he likes sci-fi, horror, adventure and action on the other hand I like romance, drama and comedy. From time to time I like watching filipino movies just because I feel like it hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;When we got to the movie house, we have to tag along my precious munchkin since her baby sitter is only from monday-friday and with a 2 yr. old in tow we can help it but one of us needs to be with my daughter to tend to her needs- go pee, go out, walk around, run around usually we watch movies that my hubby likes so I am the one left with no choice but to go along with bea.&lt;br /&gt;If watch movies in our house, I would be very busy doing household chores that my hubby would be begging me to sit and keep still and watch the movie with him hehehhehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAYS AT WORK:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our work schedule is the same, we leave our house at 7:30 am in the morning , Monday-Friday, on saturdays only my hubby goes to work. Our daughter rides in my car and before I go to work i would drop her to the baby sitter's house. My hubby's works place is farther than my office work place so I have volunteered to drop my daughter to the sitter's house. As soon as we have evrything in our car and bea is in her car seat, my hubby would kiss us good bye and say see you later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During work hours we seldom call each other, my hubby hates texting so I can't t send him text messages. He is also going in and out of his office that chat is not an option only. Recently we get to have days that we eat lunch together but that seldom happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get off work at 5 pm and he usually gets off around 6 pm or later, so naturally I would also be the one picking up my daughter from the sitters house. At home after work, I will usually be preparing our dinner while watching my daughter while I do the dishes ( still working eh...) and my hubby would usually get a beer or drink somethign to relieve his stress from work... we would usually talk about our day at work before we sleep. Like I said before if he is upto somethign we would cut our chit chat short and take advantage of each other hehehheheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my share for this weeks topic on Couples corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more entries just click on the badge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy wednesday everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470398461117386308-7007157911192425542?l=beakoluvko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/feeds/7007157911192425542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/04/cc-our-days-at-work.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/7007157911192425542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/7007157911192425542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/04/cc-our-days-at-work.html' title='CC: Our Days at work'/><author><name>beakoluvko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871413743407282812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Sp3wznk-PeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/B7p6aXtSb7g/S220/1_280587783l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470398461117386308.post-9154881721534543799</id><published>2010-04-20T10:31:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T10:49:04.222+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girl&apos;s talk'/><title type='text'>GT: Most Expensive Meal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.nikoganda.com/search/label/Girls%20Talk/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dZuhD04_F3k/Sq27hnp8hGI/AAAAAAAAASE/cFFfRxjepIU/s400/girls+talk+badge.PNG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a delayed post of last week's topic on Girl's Talk, taxes where due last week so I had to work doubly hard to meet the deadline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the most expensive meal that we had was a meal we bought at the Narita Airport in Japan last October, 2009 we stop over in Japan for more than 9 hrs on route to the Philippines. My daughter likes noodles very much, actually you can feed her noodles 3 times a day everyday but she would still eat it :).  I think that meal was most expensive to me since it cost almost $20 USD and it only consist of a small bowl of udon, 1 small piece of shrimp tempura and a small bowl of rice. The meal didnt even had drinks included in the price, and its serving size is not even big to feed an adult and a toddler. Actually my daughter finished the whole meal- the serving is that small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S8z3M9L5XjI/AAAAAAAAArg/2tq9XMAn8Bc/s1600/gt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462012250048519730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S8z3M9L5XjI/AAAAAAAAArg/2tq9XMAn8Bc/s320/gt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is our meal, the bowl of rice was not included in the picture :) but it is also small.. Living in Saipan for almost 9 yrs. I was so used to the prices here in the island, that is why I was so shocked to find out the prices of food, water and even a piece of bread was 3x more than we have to pay here in the island. Imagine a bottle of water cost around 150-200 YEN which is around 2-3x more the price here in the island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my share for the most expensive meal that I have, it doesnt cost that much but when you compare the serving size and satisfaction you get from the food it is really that expensive :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More entries just click on the badge&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470398461117386308-9154881721534543799?l=beakoluvko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/feeds/9154881721534543799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/04/gt-most-expensive-meal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/9154881721534543799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/9154881721534543799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/04/gt-most-expensive-meal.html' title='GT: Most Expensive Meal'/><author><name>beakoluvko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871413743407282812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Sp3wznk-PeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/B7p6aXtSb7g/S220/1_280587783l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dZuhD04_F3k/Sq27hnp8hGI/AAAAAAAAASE/cFFfRxjepIU/s72-c/girls+talk+badge.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470398461117386308.post-2164077870725881076</id><published>2010-04-11T21:53:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T22:03:20.375+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bea'/><title type='text'>My baby is growing up :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S8G4s8LzL4I/AAAAAAAAArY/VHi4sb7FxBA/s1600/invyt2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 236px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458847305559125890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S8G4s8LzL4I/AAAAAAAAArY/VHi4sb7FxBA/s320/invyt2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Exactyly a month from now my little one would be turning 3 yrs. old. I can't believe how much he has grown, it seems just like yesterday that I was praying to God for a  miracle and he gave me what I have been longing for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Above is a draft of the invitation for her birthday I have not yet made the reservation but I'll do that in the next couple of week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She already has a birthday dress to wear and another outfit for her to change  on. The second outfit is the same as what I would be wearing on her party, since out theme is tinkerbell I thought of buyin a shirt that has a tinkerbell on it luckily I found a shirt that is for me and her. For dad he would be wearing a green shirt to go with the theme. we would be both wearing jeans and rubber shoes to match our outfit :).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Party planning for my lil one takes  a lot of energy but It is all worth it once I see her smile and the twinkle in her eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sister said I am such an OC but for my lil one..... she deserves the BEST.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just some random thought on a Sunday evening, tomorrow will be another week of hard work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a great night everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470398461117386308-2164077870725881076?l=beakoluvko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/feeds/2164077870725881076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-baby-is-growing-up.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/2164077870725881076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/2164077870725881076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-baby-is-growing-up.html' title='My baby is growing up :('/><author><name>beakoluvko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871413743407282812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Sp3wznk-PeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/B7p6aXtSb7g/S220/1_280587783l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S8G4s8LzL4I/AAAAAAAAArY/VHi4sb7FxBA/s72-c/invyt2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470398461117386308.post-8248308700932664083</id><published>2010-04-08T09:00:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T09:29:30.809+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girl&apos;s talk'/><title type='text'>GT: FAVE JUNK FOOD</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nikoganda.com/search/label/Girls%20Talk/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dZuhD04_F3k/Sq27hnp8hGI/AAAAAAAAASE/cFFfRxjepIU/s400/girls+talk+badge.PNG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weeks topic is all about junk foods. The first time I came to a foreign land in 2001 I vowed ( hahahahha-seryoso?) to taste all the chocolates and junkfood that they have here. After all we only get to taste those food when my mom sends us packages or if she comes home to the philippines for a vacation and so thats what I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what happened but the pringles or chocolates tasted different here than when you are eating it in the phillippines, I dont know if it is just me but I am not that excited to eat those chips, chocolates or candies that we are so ecstatic to have back home. Maybe because of the thought that you now can have it at anytime that you want, it just takes away the feelign of excitement heheheheh ( seryoso sa junkfood ha?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So know since I have been here in Saipan for almost 8 years I keep on coming back to the junkfood from the phillippines, everytime I go to the store I always look in to the asian merchandise especially the one from the Phillippines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently these two are my favorite ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S70O1yFceDI/AAAAAAAAArQ/gqmEnoQusjI/s1600/Vcut-BBQ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457534640583374898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S70O1yFceDI/AAAAAAAAArQ/gqmEnoQusjI/s320/Vcut-BBQ.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jack 'n Jill V-cut spicy barbeque flavor, much more filling than lay's, pringles or any US brand chips LOL as far as I am concerned.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And of course, the all time pinoy favorite : CHICHACORN/ CORNICK... unfortunately they don't sell the small packs here ( the one they sell in the philippines @P1 each) it taste better than the one in the big pouch. When I went home in the philippines I must have bought 5 packs of these in individual pouches hehehhehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S70O1kHBKDI/AAAAAAAAArI/YIsYevB6SKU/s1600/bb_label.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 190px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 283px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457534636831877170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S70O1kHBKDI/AAAAAAAAArI/YIsYevB6SKU/s320/bb_label.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm..... I miss philippines ; ) I miss eating mangoes on the street, singkamas, fishballs, kikiam, balut( which we also have here from phils but it is just not the same when you buy it from manong who shouts baluuuuuuuuuuuuuuuut, doesnt taste the same.). Wahhhhhhhhhhh ;(&lt;br /&gt;I miss the Phils. hehehheheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my share for this weeks Girl's Talk. More entries just click on the badge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470398461117386308-8248308700932664083?l=beakoluvko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/feeds/8248308700932664083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/04/gt-fave-junk-food.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/8248308700932664083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/8248308700932664083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/04/gt-fave-junk-food.html' title='GT: FAVE JUNK FOOD'/><author><name>beakoluvko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871413743407282812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Sp3wznk-PeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/B7p6aXtSb7g/S220/1_280587783l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dZuhD04_F3k/Sq27hnp8hGI/AAAAAAAAASE/cFFfRxjepIU/s72-c/girls+talk+badge.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470398461117386308.post-2716060490097285930</id><published>2010-04-07T09:22:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T09:23:17.804+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='couples corner'/><title type='text'>CC: FAVORITE PLACE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://rodliz.info/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" alt="Rodliz’s Nest" src="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk178/dannyannemj/couplescorner_badge_thumb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our favorite places is this weeks topic on Couple’s Corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to food or dining out my husband and me prefer Chinese food, Korean food and Thai Food, most often when we are dining out on a regular day we would be going to a Chinese, Korean and Thai Restaurant- we used to enjoy Korean food a lot but we are now widening our choices and we prefer Thai food over Korean food both of them are spicy but we both agree that Thai cuisine have more variety than Korean. Our fave restaurant now is SPICY THAI RESTAURANT, it is just a small place but on peak hours it would be filled to maximum, there food are always cooked fresh and the servings are very big. My daughter likes their iced tea with milk-it is so good that she can finish a tall glass without sharing.&lt;br /&gt;On special occasions we usually prefer going to hotels which offers buffet-Saipan World Resort is our fave place when we are celebrating an occasion, they offer a wide variety of dishes and best of is you can eat till you drop. LOL&lt;br /&gt;Our house is our favorite place to hang out- as I said my husband prefers staying home on his day off, so we just spend time at our house, well it really doesn’t matter where we hang out as long as we are together.&lt;br /&gt;My husband hates shopping, so I do the shopping for us- since we are located in a tiny island there are limited choices when it comes to clothing so I usually do my shopping online, prices are cheaper and there a lot of choices. I usually buy from ebay, walmart, amazon and for electronics from crutchfield.&lt;br /&gt;And since we are both in a foreign land our favorite destination is the Philippines nothing beats the feeling of being home.&lt;br /&gt;These is my share for this weeks couple’s corner more entries about our fave places-just click on the badge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470398461117386308-2716060490097285930?l=beakoluvko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/feeds/2716060490097285930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/04/our-favorite-places-is-this-weeks-topic.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/2716060490097285930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/2716060490097285930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/04/our-favorite-places-is-this-weeks-topic.html' title='CC: FAVORITE PLACE'/><author><name>beakoluvko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871413743407282812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Sp3wznk-PeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/B7p6aXtSb7g/S220/1_280587783l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470398461117386308.post-6127650292814857862</id><published>2010-04-01T09:15:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T09:54:28.752+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girl&apos;s talk'/><title type='text'>GT: Comfort food</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nikoganda.com/search/label/Girls%20Talk/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dZuhD04_F3k/Sq27hnp8hGI/AAAAAAAAASE/cFFfRxjepIU/s400/girls+talk+badge.PNG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;For this weeks theme on Girl's Talk its about our comfort food. Nowadays whenever I am stressed out or feeling low I usually crave for SPICY CHICKEN FEET, it is a variation of dimsun that is usually offered in Chinese Restaurants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried making these a couple of times but it is tedious process since you still need to clean the chicken feet roll it into sugar and deep fry for about 8-10 minutes, then you have to boil it with osyter sauce, water, sake and star anise and chinese parsley until it gets tender, then you have to leave it on the marinade for 24 hours and steam for 15 minutes before serving. If i have time I do it myself but if I dont feel like cooking I usually order from my fave chinese resto it is only $6 per order and it would satisfy both me and my hubby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is fun and comforting to eat this dish since it would take time to take out the meat and it creates a bonding time with me and my hubby since it would take us a fair amount of time to finish our meal, we would have chance to talk about lots of things and before you know it I feel happy already ( LOL).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a sample pic of my comfort food------ ohhhhh just by looking at it my mouth is already drooling too bad we cant eat meat yet until Sunday... Until then you shall be in my dreams LOL.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S7PX-k33BaI/AAAAAAAAAqw/jDYHOch9PU8/s1600/gt2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454941043725632930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S7PX-k33BaI/AAAAAAAAAqw/jDYHOch9PU8/s320/gt2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S7PX-KVd-SI/AAAAAAAAAqo/-EC_0I2mrqc/s1600/gt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454941036602063138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S7PX-KVd-SI/AAAAAAAAAqo/-EC_0I2mrqc/s320/gt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More mouth watering entries, just click on the badge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Thursday everyone and Advance Happy Easter too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470398461117386308-6127650292814857862?l=beakoluvko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/feeds/6127650292814857862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/04/gt-comfort-food.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/6127650292814857862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/6127650292814857862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/04/gt-comfort-food.html' title='GT: Comfort food'/><author><name>beakoluvko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871413743407282812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Sp3wznk-PeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/B7p6aXtSb7g/S220/1_280587783l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dZuhD04_F3k/Sq27hnp8hGI/AAAAAAAAASE/cFFfRxjepIU/s72-c/girls+talk+badge.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470398461117386308.post-8743012234755151077</id><published>2010-03-31T08:49:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T09:23:13.404+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='couples corner'/><title type='text'>CC: Sweet Gestures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" alt="Rodliz’s Nest" src="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk178/dannyannemj/couplescorner_badge_thumb.jpg" /&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;It's Thursday once again and this weeks theme on Couple Corner is SWEEY GESTURES.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wrong timing naman itong theme na ito LQ pa naman kami ni hubby ( hahahhah as in broadcast ba over internet) Anyway, I'll try hard to let go of my inarte muna and think of the sweet gestures that this guy ( hahaha this guy na lang talaga) has done to me :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sweet gestures that our partners give to us may not be big and extravagant, small things like carrying the groceries, lifting heavy things are just some sweet little gestures that are partners do to us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My hubby would usually cook dinner and clean the entire house on those days that I feel so tired. He would take care of our daughter if I am sick. He has done a lot of small things for me that I sometimes fail to thank him. I would not worry about bringing the dog out to do its business 'coz my husband always take him out at night, throwing the trash, mopping the floor and cleaning my car is just some of my husband sweet gestures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A kiss on the cheek out of nowhere would usually make me tickle, a hug from behind while I am cooking is also one sweet thing that my husband does. Holding my hand while where walking or sitting side by side is also one of my fave sweet gesture from my hubby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On my part, ( if I am not mad at him hehehheh- me galit pa talaga heheeh), just preparign his clothes in the morning is one of the sweet gesture that my hubby said he likes the most. Giving him coffee in the morning, embrace him tightly and kiss him on the lips with a hint of seduction ( whaahhaha) usually would make his day and wake up his senses ( I am such a flirt hehehehe).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Those are just some simple sweet gestures that my hubby and I do for each other. Head on to our site for more entry, just click on the badge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Happy Wednesday every one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470398461117386308-8743012234755151077?l=beakoluvko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/feeds/8743012234755151077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/03/cc-sweet-gestures.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/8743012234755151077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/8743012234755151077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/03/cc-sweet-gestures.html' title='CC: Sweet Gestures'/><author><name>beakoluvko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871413743407282812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Sp3wznk-PeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/B7p6aXtSb7g/S220/1_280587783l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470398461117386308.post-7939199010001842858</id><published>2010-03-25T16:11:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T16:25:29.419+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girl&apos;s talk'/><title type='text'>Girl's Talk: Id rather hide this....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nikoganda.com/search/label/Girls%20Talk/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dZuhD04_F3k/Sq27hnp8hGI/AAAAAAAAASE/cFFfRxjepIU/s400/girls+talk+badge.PNG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; Dyosko and dami kong namiss na entry for girl's talk. Any who I am Making 3 in 1 post to catch up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;INCRIMINATING PHOTO:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S6r_Im6M2AI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/kCb5RaDxY8w/s1600/gt4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452450822234101762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S6r_Im6M2AI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/kCb5RaDxY8w/s320/gt4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is a picture of me with my bea when I brought her to the phillipines for the first time. Look at my arms they are almost as big as a log. My arms has been and will always be my problem area after giving birth to my bea, my arms are bigger than my husbands and it look like as if I was lifting weights ( heheheh mukha ako wrestler). Ewwww hehehehhe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEXIEST PART OF MY BODY:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S6r_INFIeFI/AAAAAAAAAqI/RGWWSFrSjq4/s1600/gt3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452450815300630610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S6r_INFIeFI/AAAAAAAAAqI/RGWWSFrSjq4/s320/gt3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think my smile is the sexiest part of my body ( part ba yun, anywho it still is in my body). My husband would always say I look prettier when I smile and honsetly there are other people who would comment on how wonderful my smile is ( syempre mafeeling eh di lalo ako magsmile hahahhaah).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHOWING SOME FLESH:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S6r_H1vK1OI/AAAAAAAAAqA/cwgLPu44Pbw/s1600/gt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452450809034495202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S6r_H1vK1OI/AAAAAAAAAqA/cwgLPu44Pbw/s320/gt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the closest pic that I have with lots of flesh in it, I dont have ones that are showing my "Future" since my bodyguard is so coservative that whenever I wear a V-neck top he would always insist that I put on a cami or something underneath to cover the girls.  This pic was pre-baby heheheh me K pa ko konti magsuot ng ganyan. I think this time I was already pregnant but I didnt know it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How about you girl's are you ready to join the fun. More entries just click on the badge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Thursday Everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S6r-tx7xbDI/AAAAAAAAApg/UBFtdh7ISD4/s1600/gt.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S6r-tpSBH4I/AAAAAAAAApY/1yUtI7DjC3o/s1600/gt3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S6r-szlwBXI/AAAAAAAAApQ/irchDlsfwjA/s1600/gt4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470398461117386308-7939199010001842858?l=beakoluvko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/feeds/7939199010001842858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/03/girls-talk-id-rather-hide-this.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/7939199010001842858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/7939199010001842858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/03/girls-talk-id-rather-hide-this.html' title='Girl&apos;s Talk: Id rather hide this....'/><author><name>beakoluvko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871413743407282812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Sp3wznk-PeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/B7p6aXtSb7g/S220/1_280587783l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dZuhD04_F3k/Sq27hnp8hGI/AAAAAAAAASE/cFFfRxjepIU/s72-c/girls+talk+badge.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470398461117386308.post-9150282828837607341</id><published>2010-03-24T08:22:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T08:51:58.926+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='couples corner'/><title type='text'>CC: Sacrifices for our Loved ones</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://rodliz.info/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" alt="Rodliz’s Nest" src="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk178/dannyannemj/couplescorner_badge_thumb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;What i'd Miss? Wheeeeeeeeeeeew A lot! I am still way over my head with work but i promised mommy liz that i'll make with her so here it goes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BED TIME HABITS:&lt;/strong&gt;  I missed this meme so here is my post for last week's topic;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Our bedtime usually includes washing up  for my two babies ( my hubby and bea) and shower for me-can't seem to sleep if I didnt have a night shower. After that we would go to our bedroom and watch TFC's TV Patrol and try to put bea to sleep, after awhile my little princess will give in and sleep to give mommy some time to apply facial cream on my face and lotion on my arms and legs hehehe. We have two beds in our bedroom one for bea and for us, while I am putting bea to sleep she would demand that I lay down beside her only when she is soundly asleep can I transfer to our bed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;After Im done with my bed time routine, I will lay down beside my hubby and catch up on his day. We usually would talk and share stories for a while before we say our good nights. If we are up to something *Wink* we will cut short our chit chatting and we would cuddle and then take advantage of each other hahaahha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;After all that we would kis each other and say our good nights, then we would both face each others side. Sometimes my hubby would hug me but then I would get irritated and ask him to stay away from me LOL, I cant sleep if someone is so close to me hehehe I feel like I am being suffocated. There is actually a big space in the middle of our bed when we sleep since we both torture our self and sleep at the fardest corner of the bed. That is our bed time routine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sacrifices for our loved ones&lt;/strong&gt;- well I don't think I have given big sacrifices for my loved one. I think it is not really a sacrifice when deep in your heart you were willing to give. We are lucky that we have not experienced anything that we can't handle ( God is very GOOD).  We are lucky that we both have a decent work which give us the opportunity to enjoy our life, save a little and be able to help our relatives in every possible we can. We are lucky that we both have pledge our commitment to each other that no matter what happens we will make it through hand in hand.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;This is my share for couples corner this week and last week. MOre entries just click on the badge.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Have a wonderful Wednesday every one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470398461117386308-9150282828837607341?l=beakoluvko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/feeds/9150282828837607341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/03/cc-sacrifices-for-our-loved-ones.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/9150282828837607341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/9150282828837607341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/03/cc-sacrifices-for-our-loved-ones.html' title='CC: Sacrifices for our Loved ones'/><author><name>beakoluvko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871413743407282812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Sp3wznk-PeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/B7p6aXtSb7g/S220/1_280587783l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470398461117386308.post-3269217913481289238</id><published>2010-03-10T08:56:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T08:58:10.419+10:00</updated><title type='text'>CC: Cuddle Time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://rodliz.info/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" alt="Rodliz’s Nest" src="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk178/dannyannemj/couplescorner_badge_thumb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weeks theme on Couple’s Corner is Cuddling…&lt;br /&gt;My husband and I would usually cuddle at night before going to sleep, we talk about just anything under the sun ( or moon ‘coz its night time hehehehhe). During our cuddle time we get to know how each other’s day was, it is on this times that we get to know each other more… our hopes, dreams and everything in between.&lt;br /&gt;There would be times that our cuddle would lead to one thing and another, before you know it he has already taken advantage of me ( LOL!) but still after I was taken advantaged of… we would continue our cuddling until we fall asleep..&lt;br /&gt;We always cuddle when my baby girl is already sleeping… she get’s jealous if she sees daddy embracing mommy. At times her dad would tease her and hug me and tell bea “I Have mommy!” then my daughter would come on running and shout “Daddy NOOOOOOOOOOOO! Mommy is mine” hehehhe doesn’t it feel great to be wanted by so many? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my share for this week’s theme on &lt;a href="http://rodliz.info/"&gt;couples corner&lt;/a&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;Head on to our site for more entries. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470398461117386308-3269217913481289238?l=beakoluvko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/feeds/3269217913481289238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/03/cc-cuddle-time.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/3269217913481289238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/3269217913481289238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/03/cc-cuddle-time.html' title='CC: Cuddle Time...'/><author><name>beakoluvko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871413743407282812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Sp3wznk-PeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/B7p6aXtSb7g/S220/1_280587783l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470398461117386308.post-7610951452756521531</id><published>2010-03-08T14:24:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T14:34:27.927+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling better..</title><content type='html'>My bea is feeling better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to bring her to the doctor last friday since all through out Thursday night her fever isnt going down I gave her medicine to at least help her temperature go down but still her fever would go up and down. She keeps on waking up yelling for mommy, so I didnt have anychoice but to sleep on her bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday morning, she wake up and told me her mouth is painful, I though it was mouth sores I gave her some water to drink but she cried, so i asked her to show me her tongue so I can take a look, my instinct was right she has a very swollen and very red tonsils.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought her to the clinic where the doctor gave bea antibiotics to be taken for 7 days at 3 times a day. Good thing bea is now feeling better, its very hard for me to see her in so much pain. I told her she cant eat ice cream because she would get sick again, she just said okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy that she's back to her usual self again full of energy and laughter&lt;br /&gt;Happy monday everyone!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470398461117386308-7610951452756521531?l=beakoluvko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/feeds/7610951452756521531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/03/feeling-better.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/7610951452756521531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/7610951452756521531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/03/feeling-better.html' title='Feeling better..'/><author><name>beakoluvko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871413743407282812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Sp3wznk-PeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/B7p6aXtSb7g/S220/1_280587783l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470398461117386308.post-4933454137843312058</id><published>2010-03-05T07:55:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T08:01:28.209+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bea'/><title type='text'>Sick.......Get Well Soon BABY :(</title><content type='html'>I had to call in sick today to tend to my precious one. She has fever since yesterday and all through the night she keeps on waking up and yelling for mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you get better soon sweetheart Mommy is getting worried.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470398461117386308-4933454137843312058?l=beakoluvko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/feeds/4933454137843312058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/03/sickget-well-soon-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/4933454137843312058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/4933454137843312058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/03/sickget-well-soon-baby.html' title='Sick.......Get Well Soon BABY :('/><author><name>beakoluvko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871413743407282812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Sp3wznk-PeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/B7p6aXtSb7g/S220/1_280587783l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470398461117386308.post-1932917765642551915</id><published>2010-03-04T08:00:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T08:00:00.804+10:00</updated><title type='text'>GT: Vital Statistics... (YAIKS!!!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nikoganda.com/search/label/Girls%20Talk/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dZuhD04_F3k/Sq27hnp8hGI/AAAAAAAAASE/cFFfRxjepIU/s400/girls+talk+badge.PNG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;OMG, Niko are you killing me? hahahhahah of all topic why vital stats? hahahha anyway here is mine:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Height: 5'2 1/2 ( hahhaha me 1/2 pa talaga)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Weight: 1____( soon i'll reveal but not yet now hahahhahah)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;vital Stat's: 36-24-36 ( at least in my husband's eyes)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Hahahhahah I am not that courageous to give my real vital stat's but anyway, in my husband and daughter's eye's I am the sexiest EVER!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I Bow down my head to all those ladies who are courageous enough to reveal their true Vital Statistics...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;This is my share for this week's &lt;a href="http://nikoganda.com/"&gt;Girl's Talk&lt;/a&gt;. Head on to our site for even more daring ladies...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470398461117386308-1932917765642551915?l=beakoluvko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/feeds/1932917765642551915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/03/gt-vital-statistics-yaiks.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/1932917765642551915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/1932917765642551915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/03/gt-vital-statistics-yaiks.html' title='GT: Vital Statistics... (YAIKS!!!)'/><author><name>beakoluvko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871413743407282812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Sp3wznk-PeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/B7p6aXtSb7g/S220/1_280587783l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dZuhD04_F3k/Sq27hnp8hGI/AAAAAAAAASE/cFFfRxjepIU/s72-c/girls+talk+badge.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470398461117386308.post-6604915937140383050</id><published>2010-03-03T10:55:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T11:08:36.021+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bea'/><title type='text'>Move over.. Picasso!!!</title><content type='html'>Bea recently gained interest on drawing, used to be whenever I would ask her to draw she would say no. She would  from time to time play with her crayons and marker but it would only be scribbles and straight lines and she would claim that it is a rainbow or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays whenever she comes home from her ninangs house ( she stays there when I am working) she would look for her crayons and markers and some paper and would draw circles ( but not yet a perfect shape), such as head or egg or ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other night after she was done with het "Art work" she asked me to put it on the door, So I got some tape and paste it just below our sofa- she asked me to put it there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is my little artist- she said this one is a SCARE CROW ( there's some resemblance right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S42z7jQ3H5I/AAAAAAAAApI/qh-SYTwuLNA/s1600-h/P2240529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444205360220413842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S42z7jQ3H5I/AAAAAAAAApI/qh-SYTwuLNA/s320/P2240529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always making Mommy Proud =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S42z7ZtE5uI/AAAAAAAAApA/WTODt51e9mQ/s1600-h/P2240528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444205357654402786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S42z7ZtE5uI/AAAAAAAAApA/WTODt51e9mQ/s320/P2240528.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one she said is a shark-quite close... amazing isnt it how kids these days have a wide range of imagination... One time bea thought me what a sloth is and how it sleeps ( with a little snore)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S42z7Lr2t_I/AAAAAAAAAo4/YXR4ZrGNxI4/s1600-h/P2240526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444205353891182578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S42z7Lr2t_I/AAAAAAAAAo4/YXR4ZrGNxI4/s320/P2240526.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere here is a picture of Dora, Diego and Boots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S42z66oa2uI/AAAAAAAAAow/B-o39r6BD8E/s1600-h/P2240525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444205349313370850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S42z66oa2uI/AAAAAAAAAow/B-o39r6BD8E/s320/P2240525.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S42z6YQuVhI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ldxz6M_nXQw/s1600-h/P2240524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444205340087178770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S42z6YQuVhI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ldxz6M_nXQw/s320/P2240524.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How times really flies...can't help but reminisce on the previous years when I had bea... and look at her now, I can even let her do simple chores.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bea baby... you know how I love you and you know that you always make Mommy proud... I love you baby.... Please dont grow up too soon, you'll always be Mommy's little darling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470398461117386308-6604915937140383050?l=beakoluvko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/feeds/6604915937140383050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/03/move-over-picasso.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/6604915937140383050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/6604915937140383050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/03/move-over-picasso.html' title='Move over.. Picasso!!!'/><author><name>beakoluvko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871413743407282812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Sp3wznk-PeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/B7p6aXtSb7g/S220/1_280587783l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S42z7jQ3H5I/AAAAAAAAApI/qh-SYTwuLNA/s72-c/P2240529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470398461117386308.post-2203333778959560952</id><published>2010-03-03T08:00:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T08:00:03.613+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='couples corner'/><title type='text'>CC: Honesty is the best POLICY!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://rodliz.info/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" alt="Rodliz’s Nest" src="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk178/dannyannemj/couplescorner_badge_thumb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;For this weeks topic on Couple's Corner, it's all about Honesty...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;My hubby and I doesnt keep anythign from each other, but since my hubby is not the talkative type you have to squeeze all information from him ( Lol), but then there would be times that he would just open up abouth things that is bothering him. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;On the other hand, I am a very talkative person hehehhe, i would tell everythign and anything complete with every little details. Although there would be times that I would tell white lies ( heheeh) to him but then again I would not feel good that is why I have to confess and tell him the real truth.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Honesty is such a BIG factor in our relationship.... there would be times that we would get to talk about life and all the things around us ( tsismis hehehehhe)... and in this tiny island that we live in you get to encounter a lot of Married individuals who cheat on their partners while they are earning a living here most of them actually would have extended families here. Even at church the Priest would sometimes comment or make a sermon about being honest to your husband and wife. You would really see those who look guilty, not that I am condemning them or anything. My husband would always tell me- If ever you find another man and you want to be with him, just be honest to me and let me know, it would hurt less if I know first. ( ang kapal parang ako pa ang manlalaki), maybe because we both have seen a lot of people in our tiny island doing such dishonest things to their partners ( man or woman), my hubby thinks at times that I too are capable of doing such thing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;My answer to him would always be the same ( syempre me batok muna at sasabihin ko kapal mo), I would always tell him, I think it is not in my system to hurt you that much... I have always love you and I respect you to much to do such a thing to you, I can never hurt you thay way, and If ( that is a big IF) that would ever happen... I would spare your the pain and tell you before it even happens.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I am happy with my relationship with my husband because I dont hide anything from him. Imagine how hard it is for you to be both happy if either one is keeping something from each other. I know because of our love, respect and honesty with each other we would still be holding hands and lying beside each other even when we are already gray and old.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;This is my share on this week's &lt;a href="http://rodliz.info/"&gt;couples corner&lt;/a&gt;. More entries just click on the badge.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470398461117386308-2203333778959560952?l=beakoluvko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/feeds/2203333778959560952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/03/cc-honesty-is-best-policy.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/2203333778959560952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/2203333778959560952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/03/cc-honesty-is-best-policy.html' title='CC: Honesty is the best POLICY!!'/><author><name>beakoluvko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871413743407282812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Sp3wznk-PeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/B7p6aXtSb7g/S220/1_280587783l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470398461117386308.post-2067917584834758860</id><published>2010-02-26T07:00:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T07:00:00.371+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mommy moments'/><title type='text'>MM: Song from a Mom's heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.mommyjourney.com/search/label/Mommy%20Moments" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="mommy moments" src="http://i471.photobucket.com/albums/rr71/mommyjourney/mommymoments.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN MY DAUGHTER'S EYES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Martina Mcbride)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my daughter's eyes I am a hero&lt;br /&gt;I am strong and wise and I know no fear&lt;br /&gt;But the truth is plain to see&lt;br /&gt;She was sent to rescue me&lt;br /&gt;I see who I wanna be&lt;br /&gt;In my daughter's eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my daughter's eyes everyone is equal&lt;br /&gt;Darkness turns to light and the&lt;br /&gt;world is at peace&lt;br /&gt;This miracle God gave to me gives me&lt;br /&gt;strength when I am weak&lt;br /&gt;I find reason to believe&lt;br /&gt;In my daughter's eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when she wraps her hand&lt;br /&gt;around my finger&lt;br /&gt;Oh it puts a smile in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Everything becomes a little clearer&lt;br /&gt;I realize what life is all about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hangin' on when your heart&lt;br /&gt;has had enough&lt;br /&gt;It's giving more when you feel like giving up&lt;br /&gt;I've seen the light&lt;br /&gt;It's in my daughter's eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my daughter's eyes I can see the future&lt;br /&gt;A reflection of who I am and what will be&lt;br /&gt;Though she'll grow and someday leave&lt;br /&gt;Maybe raise a family&lt;br /&gt;When I'm gone I hope you see how happy&lt;br /&gt;she made me&lt;br /&gt;For I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;In my daughter's eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song always put a tear in my eye whenever I hear it. All of the things written here is really how I feel about my daughter. I just hope i live up to be a good mommy to her and in return she will be a better mommy than me to her future children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Mommy Momments Everyone. More Entries just click on the badge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470398461117386308-2067917584834758860?l=beakoluvko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/feeds/2067917584834758860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/02/mm-song-from-moms-heart.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/2067917584834758860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/2067917584834758860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/02/mm-song-from-moms-heart.html' title='MM: Song from a Mom&apos;s heart'/><author><name>beakoluvko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871413743407282812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Sp3wznk-PeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/B7p6aXtSb7g/S220/1_280587783l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470398461117386308.post-8546262956492740379</id><published>2010-02-25T10:23:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T10:48:56.440+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bea'/><title type='text'>Meet the new Mama!</title><content type='html'>We have a new addition to our family, Bea is now a Mama!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like i said before we have been insearch for the perfect baby doll for my daughter, it has to be a real life like doll we bought her a couple of dolls but she didnt like it, she would only play with it for a while then it would be left somewhere to collect dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we searched online to see which baby doll would bea like, We found out this type of doll who does exactly what a baby does. It's a baby alive Whoopsie Doo doll, it sucks milk from its bottle and if you give it the given apple juice mixture it would pee and poop.  It also came with its own diaper that we have to buy replacement 'coz it really gets wet ( and I thought I have graduated from buying diapers LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's really cute is when the baby cries and say's Mama, Bea would come running and say, Oh, What? hehehhe and when the baby is fuzzy and crying bea would drop anything she is doing at the moment to carry her baby and stop it from crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe how loving and affectionate my baby is, I would like to believe that she is like that to her baby 'coz she sees that I take care of her that way... I hope so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S4XDdRC4fgI/AAAAAAAAAog/8bjo1_ax3dc/s1600-h/P2230550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441970632306228738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S4XDdRC4fgI/AAAAAAAAAog/8bjo1_ax3dc/s320/P2230550.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The new Mama... see how happy she is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S4XDdC5dI3I/AAAAAAAAAoY/-qMls_CsD_8/s1600-h/P2230544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441970628508590962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S4XDdC5dI3I/AAAAAAAAAoY/-qMls_CsD_8/s320/P2230544.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Showing off her baby....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S4XDcl9WUSI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/NaY-Uri6sic/s1600-h/P2230543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441970620740292898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S4XDcl9WUSI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/NaY-Uri6sic/s320/P2230543.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Meet our new baby... KAI KAI ( i asked bea what's the baby's name and she instantly said Kai Kai)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S4XDcTjIuBI/AAAAAAAAAoI/NylaNFNefHs/s1600-h/P2230548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441970615798511634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S4XDcTjIuBI/AAAAAAAAAoI/NylaNFNefHs/s320/P2230548.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Loving her baby...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, we really had a new addition to our family, My first cousin, ruby who is the same age as me gave birth to her first baby on feb. 20, 2010 @baguio city Philippines. My aunt was the happiest because it is her first time to have a granddadughter. She already has 3 grandson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S4XDb5ecGwI/AAAAAAAAAoA/IyCB-CoFCd0/s1600-h/ruby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441970608799488770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S4XDb5ecGwI/AAAAAAAAAoA/IyCB-CoFCd0/s320/ruby.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Welcome to the world, Rynne ( pronounced Rain) Angelique... Were so happy you could joing our happy family... Looking forward to seein you soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470398461117386308-8546262956492740379?l=beakoluvko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/feeds/8546262956492740379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/02/meet-new-mama.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/8546262956492740379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/8546262956492740379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/02/meet-new-mama.html' title='Meet the new Mama!'/><author><name>beakoluvko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871413743407282812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Sp3wznk-PeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/B7p6aXtSb7g/S220/1_280587783l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S4XDdRC4fgI/AAAAAAAAAog/8bjo1_ax3dc/s72-c/P2230550.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470398461117386308.post-910464201238528671</id><published>2010-02-25T08:00:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T08:00:01.732+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girl&apos;s talk'/><title type='text'>GT: Describe Your Self as a Lover..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nikoganda.com/search/label/Girls%20Talk/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dZuhD04_F3k/Sq27hnp8hGI/AAAAAAAAASE/cFFfRxjepIU/s400/girls+talk+badge.PNG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Hmmm, How would I describe myself as a lover? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I believe that I am a very kind, giving and understanding lover (hehehe) of course there would be times that I am also a jealous lover ( who isnt?).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;When I love someone I always let them know in every little way I can that I love him. I used to write letters to my hubby all the time, it is not really something special, just a note to let him know how I feel and just for him to take care of himself ( eww, cheezy hahhahah). One time when we were not yet married I went to his place and I saw my letters just collecting dust in a corner, I got mad at him for not taking care of my letters. He told me that he doesnt need the letters to remind me that I love him 'coz I get to show it more.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Anniversaries and any other occassion we have I always put extra effort in those memorable days. I usally would surprise him with a gift. I remember each fight we had, each moments we had... my hubby ask me once, isnt your brain exploding with all those memories that you have? hehehe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;That is how I am as a lover.. I can be tad romantic, sweet and the kindest person but beware there is some catch in there somewhere. LOL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;This is my share for this week's Girl's Talk, More entries just click on the badge.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470398461117386308-910464201238528671?l=beakoluvko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/feeds/910464201238528671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/02/gt-describe-your-self-as-lover.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/910464201238528671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/910464201238528671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/02/gt-describe-your-self-as-lover.html' title='GT: Describe Your Self as a Lover..'/><author><name>beakoluvko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871413743407282812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Sp3wznk-PeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/B7p6aXtSb7g/S220/1_280587783l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dZuhD04_F3k/Sq27hnp8hGI/AAAAAAAAASE/cFFfRxjepIU/s72-c/girls+talk+badge.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470398461117386308.post-5788588894751445338</id><published>2010-02-24T08:14:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T08:43:32.656+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='couples corner'/><title type='text'>CC: Breakfast in Bed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://rodliz.info/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" alt="Rodliz’s Nest" src="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk178/dannyannemj/couplescorner_badge_thumb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I wasnt sure if I can join this week's meme 'coz i coudlnt remember if I had breakfast in bed.  The closest thing to having  breakfast in bed that I could remember is when I gave birth to bea (does that count? nyahahahhaha). Like I said before, my hubby loves sleeping especially when it is his day off ( Sundays), he would sleep until 10 am in the morning, by then he would be rushing to eat his breakfast and take a shower and prepare to go to church. So naturally I wouldnt expect him to bring me breakfast in bed ( :( wahhhhhhhhh).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;On the other hand I am a morning person, no matter how late I sleep, I still would wake up before 6 am, I would have a terrible headache all throughout the day if I just stay in the bed. So after I have waken up, I usually get up and do some chores.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I may not give my husband "breakfast in bed" but I always make sure that as soon as he woke up he has his coffee and breakfast ready. It may not be in bed but at least I put some effort on preparing his breakfast and I make sure that it is something that he likes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;This is my share on this weeks &lt;a href="http://rodliz.info/"&gt;Meme&lt;/a&gt;, more entries just click on the badge.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Happy Wednesday everyone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470398461117386308-5788588894751445338?l=beakoluvko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/feeds/5788588894751445338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/02/cc-breakfast-in-bed.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/5788588894751445338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/5788588894751445338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/02/cc-breakfast-in-bed.html' title='CC: Breakfast in Bed'/><author><name>beakoluvko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871413743407282812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Sp3wznk-PeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/B7p6aXtSb7g/S220/1_280587783l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470398461117386308.post-3032427561785854592</id><published>2010-02-19T10:11:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T10:33:32.773+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mommy moments'/><title type='text'>MM: Valentines Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S33XeueZ7gI/AAAAAAAAAn4/6P6GSTU2vig/s1600-h/P2140458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439740847805033986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S33XeueZ7gI/AAAAAAAAAn4/6P6GSTU2vig/s320/P2140458.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A day before valentines day, I told bea we would buy a gift for dadi since it is valentines day. I don't think she really understand what valentines day is all about but she was quite happy we are going out to shop ( she loves shopping especially for her LOL).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we purchased our gift for dadi she insisted that I also buy her a gift- a GODIVA Chocolate Bar, quite expensive compared to the store brand chocolates a bar cost $4. Anyway I bought her the chocolate as a gift. On our way home she was asking me to buy her a baby ( for the nth time), so i decided to visit a local store which caters to kids, they have a wide variety of toys, clothes and stuff just for kids. I was willing to buy her a baby doll as her present for valentines day after all she love's being a mommy to her doll. We found one that would be perfect- it's a baby alive doll with bottle and all the only problem bea didnt like is the fact that you cannot put real water/milk on the bottle she wants an almost life like baby doll ( o oh! i think someones asking for a sibling!). So we left the store with nothing, she was quite disappointed but I told her I promise to buy her a baby doll that she will like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At her young age, she dont understand yet what valentines is all about but she was quite happy that we gave dadi a gift, mommy got a rose and she got chocolates..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im pretty sure next year would be different..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my share on this weeks Mommy Moments, click on the badge for more entries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy weekend everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mommyjourney.com/search/label/Mommy%20Moments" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="mommy moments" src="http://i471.photobucket.com/albums/rr71/mommyjourney/mommymoments.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470398461117386308-3032427561785854592?l=beakoluvko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/feeds/3032427561785854592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/02/mm-valentines-day.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/3032427561785854592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/3032427561785854592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/02/mm-valentines-day.html' title='MM: Valentines Day'/><author><name>beakoluvko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871413743407282812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Sp3wznk-PeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/B7p6aXtSb7g/S220/1_280587783l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S33XeueZ7gI/AAAAAAAAAn4/6P6GSTU2vig/s72-c/P2140458.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470398461117386308.post-3829817551033121944</id><published>2010-02-18T10:01:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T10:10:07.059+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bea'/><title type='text'>Potty Trained... YEY!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S3yDm0FlTDI/AAAAAAAAAnw/wP9UT7TA3N0/s1600-h/P2140478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439367152797043762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S3yDm0FlTDI/AAAAAAAAAnw/wP9UT7TA3N0/s320/P2140478.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gone are the days when I have to buy tons of diapers for my baby, No more pull-ups at night, no more pull-ups when we go out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bea is partially potty trained ( i still put pull-up diapers on her during night time) since july of last year. I have been meaning to  fully potty train bea but I am scared that she will pee while is sleeping, but then I keep on noticing for months now that whenever she wakes up in the morning her pull-ups will be empty and she would only pee after I have taken out her diaper and she insists on peeing on her potty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So during the weekend I decided to give it a try, I make her pee before going to bed and it was a success she only pees whenever she wakes up and our bedtime routine of peeing before sleeping is going on smoothly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh my I can't believe my bea has graduated on using diapers... it only means she's growing up too soon. Please baby don't grow up just yet, Im afraid I wont be able to catch up on you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Love you baby and mommy is so proud of you!!&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/7470398461117386308-3829817551033121944?l=beakoluvko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/feeds/3829817551033121944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/02/potty-trained-yey.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/3829817551033121944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/3829817551033121944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/02/potty-trained-yey.html' title='Potty Trained... YEY!!!!'/><author><name>beakoluvko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871413743407282812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Sp3wznk-PeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/B7p6aXtSb7g/S220/1_280587783l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S3yDm0FlTDI/AAAAAAAAAnw/wP9UT7TA3N0/s72-c/P2140478.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470398461117386308.post-2947072930922443499</id><published>2010-02-18T09:14:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T09:24:04.712+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girl&apos;s talk'/><title type='text'>GT: Valentines date</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.nikoganda.com/search/label/Girls%20Talk/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dZuhD04_F3k/Sq27hnp8hGI/AAAAAAAAASE%20%20%20%20%20%20%3Ca%20href=" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture of our &lt;a href="http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/02/valentines-day-celebration.html"&gt;valentines date&lt;/a&gt;, we didn't have one picture as a family because we were busy eating and watching the entertainment. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439355092265268802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S3x4ozGu9kI/AAAAAAAAAno/wk9dgkuDTN8/s320/P2140522.JPG" /&gt; This was taken during our dinner date.. My dates my hubby and my dear bea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S3x4oqhborI/AAAAAAAAAng/BQWIGn_cgJI/s1600-h/P2140471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439355089961329330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S3x4oqhborI/AAAAAAAAAng/BQWIGn_cgJI/s320/P2140471.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was during our lunch date @ the korean restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S3x4oEpmnqI/AAAAAAAAAnY/yY6dkSPD5EQ/s1600-h/P2140485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439355079795056290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S3x4oEpmnqI/AAAAAAAAAnY/yY6dkSPD5EQ/s320/P2140485.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dinner time with my babe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S3x4n2ck4GI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/f0x_OoTvl-8/s1600-h/P2140468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439355075982319714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S3x4n2ck4GI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/f0x_OoTvl-8/s320/P2140468.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lunch date with my hubby hehehhe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S3x4nc8n4oI/AAAAAAAAAnI/WE_UiarMq6w/s1600-h/P2140458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439355069137412738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S3x4nc8n4oI/AAAAAAAAAnI/WE_UiarMq6w/s320/P2140458.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On our way home....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a great valentines celebration for the 3 of us because we get to spend the whole day with each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How about how was your valentines date? Share with us on &lt;a href="http://nikoganda.com/"&gt;Girl's talk&lt;/a&gt;, more entries just click on the badge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S. CONGRATULATIONS NIKO ON YOUR PROMOTION. YOU DESERVE IT GIRL!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470398461117386308-2947072930922443499?l=beakoluvko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/feeds/2947072930922443499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/02/gt-valentines-date.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/2947072930922443499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/2947072930922443499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/02/gt-valentines-date.html' title='GT: Valentines date'/><author><name>beakoluvko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871413743407282812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Sp3wznk-PeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/B7p6aXtSb7g/S220/1_280587783l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S3x4ozGu9kI/AAAAAAAAAno/wk9dgkuDTN8/s72-c/P2140522.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470398461117386308.post-6868186773266533148</id><published>2010-02-17T14:03:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T14:41:29.901+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='couples corner'/><title type='text'>CC: Will you still love me tomorrow?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" alt="Rodliz’s Nest" src="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk178/dannyannemj/couplescorner_badge_thumb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Like &lt;a href="http://pehpot.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pehpot&lt;/a&gt;, I am lost with this week's topic on couples corner. &lt;a href="http://rodliz.info/"&gt;Mommy Liz &lt;/a&gt;where are you? (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Anyway this week's theme for couple's corner its Will You still Love me Tomorrow?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I have asked hubby on how long will he love me, his answer would always be forever. Knowing me I would follow-up my question with why? (LOL) his answer will be-Because I could not ask for more, I am contented with what I have and with what I dont have. Then I would follow up with another question- Wouldn't you get tired of seeing me everyday for the rest of your life? Wouldn't you like to have another woman to wake up to every morning? ( as if I am giving him ideas to look for another woman right?LOL) His answer would be- No, your face is the only one I would like to wake up each and every day, then he would kiss me to stop me from asking anymore questions. ( :&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;As for me, If I would be asked that question , my answer will be hmmm... maybe hahahhah nah, just kidding.. Of course I will, why else would I not, this man has been with me for 8 yrs. He has seen me through everything, he had been there at the lowest point of my life and he helped me through it all. He had been my constant companion, my confidant, my greatest fan and the love of my life. I have experienced a lot of things that I never imagined I could and all of that is because of him. We may not agree with everythign but at the end of the day, when all is said and done.. I still want to be with him and I made a promise with God that I will love him till do us part.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;This is my share for this weeks theme on &lt;a href="http://rodliz.info/"&gt;Couples Corner&lt;/a&gt; head on to our nest for more post, just click on the badge.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470398461117386308-6868186773266533148?l=beakoluvko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/feeds/6868186773266533148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/02/cc-will-you-still-love-me-tomorrow.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/6868186773266533148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/6868186773266533148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/02/cc-will-you-still-love-me-tomorrow.html' title='CC: Will you still love me tomorrow?'/><author><name>beakoluvko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871413743407282812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Sp3wznk-PeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/B7p6aXtSb7g/S220/1_280587783l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470398461117386308.post-1999624623253944946</id><published>2010-02-17T08:51:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T09:40:16.271+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentines day celebration!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We celebrated our valentines day this year with a BANG!!!! hehhehe actually it is the first time that we really celebrated it on the exact day, we usually celebrate a day early or the day after. Last year we celebrated valentines day with our friends we had a beach party. But this year it is just the three of us, we didnt plan on doing anything actually, we just agreed that we would be eating lunch at the hotel after the sunday mass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On Saturday ( a day before valentines) my hubby had to work overtime and he came home late that night.  Bea was so excited to see daddy since we bought daddy a small gift to surprise him. When I opened the door I saw him holding a bouquet of flowers in his hands, I had a big grin on my face since I was not expecting anything. My hubby handed me the flowers and he said, " Sorry baby, the flower shops are already closed, I wanted to buy you flowers but by the time I finished work all of the shops where already closed. I just tried my luck on the gas stations ( they also sell flowers during valentines) and luckily they still have some flowers". I told him the effort was more appreciated than the flowers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S3sjruzodMI/AAAAAAAAAnA/kkaCGh2cBgo/s1600-h/P2130453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438980209185944770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S3sjruzodMI/AAAAAAAAAnA/kkaCGh2cBgo/s320/P2130453.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her is daddy's gift for me (:... thank you so much baby and I love you too.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S3sjq7ansOI/AAAAAAAAAm4/NDQwdj2QZ6w/s1600-h/P2130450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438980195390828770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S3sjq7ansOI/AAAAAAAAAm4/NDQwdj2QZ6w/s320/P2130450.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And here is my hubby with bea and my surprise (: I couldnt think of anything that he might need that time so I decided just to by liquors for his bar... We blow up small balloons and made a small note for him. Don't he look happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On with our date ( valentines day), after the mass we planned to eat at a hotel which is approximately 15-20 minutes drive from the church ( if ur leaving in a tiny island like Saipan that is already a long drive). The mass was longer that weve expected and it finished around 12:30 pm, I told hubby that by the time we go to the hotel Lunch time with almost be over ( which is 2 pm). So we decided to try out another hotel, one which is close to the church, when we arrived there was a long line at the restaurant, the staff said we had to fall in line and wait to be seated 'coz all the tables are occupied. We decided not to fall in lince since it would take awhile before we can be seated. We tried anothre hotel but same thing it is full packed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i told hubby that we will just make reservations for dinner that night and just  have lunch somewhere else. We decided to have lunch instead at a Korean Restaurant ( no lines there).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S3sjqGUzzqI/AAAAAAAAAmo/XE0OEj-ITX8/s1600-h/P2140478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438980181139377826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S3sjqGUzzqI/AAAAAAAAAmo/XE0OEj-ITX8/s320/P2140478.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bea has already finished eating her lunch ( it was miso soup and rice), so she is up and about climbing everything and anything she could climb on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S3sjKecKSgI/AAAAAAAAAmY/BwYJgC9oZD0/s1600-h/P2140475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438979637856848386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S3sjKecKSgI/AAAAAAAAAmY/BwYJgC9oZD0/s320/P2140475.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pork bulgogi ( spicy and tasty..... yummy!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S3sjJx27hpI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/XeJDWWt-Czo/s1600-h/P2140473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438979625889531538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S3sjJx27hpI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/XeJDWWt-Czo/s320/P2140473.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dad's fave- Korean Soju ( i guess it is the same as the Philippine gin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S3sjJvjncpI/AAAAAAAAAmI/nglySZUk-OA/s1600-h/P2140472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438979625271653010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S3sjJvjncpI/AAAAAAAAAmI/nglySZUk-OA/s320/P2140472.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Appetizers, I forgot to take a pic of my order it is Bibimbap ( rice with vegetables, egg and pepper paste), we also ordered Korean Pizza ( it is like a pancake with leeks, seafood and vegetables) -it wasnt that good hehehehhe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S3sjJSlRH-I/AAAAAAAAAmA/E8GcK3m-ffw/s1600-h/P2140466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438979617493950434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S3sjJSlRH-I/AAAAAAAAAmA/E8GcK3m-ffw/s320/P2140466.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On our way home to take a nap... I think it was already around 2:30 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S3sjJBXTEVI/AAAAAAAAAl4/g1xcH9WNQOY/s1600-h/P2140464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438979612871954770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S3sjJBXTEVI/AAAAAAAAAl4/g1xcH9WNQOY/s320/P2140464.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; hehehhehe my date...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dinner time... we had reservations now! LOL... We made reservations at Saipan World Resosrt Hotel... It is a popular hotel expecially among Korean toursist. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They had a special valentines dinner buffet for the guests.  They also had entertainment lined up for the customers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were lots of food at the buffet table, there were fresh seafood ( oyster, shrimp and tuna-sashimi), they also had roast beef, roast pig ( lechon), shrimp and evegetable tempura, dimsum and different kinds of dishes ( fish, beef, chicken, pork and pasta) they also had soup ( korean soup and crab and corn), the dessert line was bea's favorite-cakes, pies and fresh fruit, they also had ice cream for the kids ( oh my, Bea is on cloud nine hehehhe). There is also lots of drinks from juices, soda, beer, red and white wine. Overall it was a great dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S3sigjinEhI/AAAAAAAAAlw/-TNAkczaldQ/s1600-h/P2140507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438978917671571986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S3sigjinEhI/AAAAAAAAAlw/-TNAkczaldQ/s320/P2140507.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bartender's exhibit.. that korean bartender is good and he also was smiling during the whole performance..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S3sigAF5_HI/AAAAAAAAAlo/wV29L02SoWs/s1600-h/P2140516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438978908155935858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S3sigAF5_HI/AAAAAAAAAlo/wV29L02SoWs/s320/P2140516.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chocolate overload :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S3sifzUpERI/AAAAAAAAAlg/hWlfIOgfyNw/s1600-h/P2140490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438978904728080658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S3sifzUpERI/AAAAAAAAAlg/hWlfIOgfyNw/s320/P2140490.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daddy and bea....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S3sifkVw71I/AAAAAAAAAlY/l7vSUd24vPI/s1600-h/P2140515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438978900706258770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S3sifkVw71I/AAAAAAAAAlY/l7vSUd24vPI/s320/P2140515.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The cook showed off his talent in playing the violin.. he mus have played 4 songs..He's good(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S3sifb569cI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/o3wtZc9QYGI/s1600-h/P2140504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438978898441991618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S3sifb569cI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/o3wtZc9QYGI/s320/P2140504.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Group performance by the bartenders....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a very happy valentines day for the 3 of us.. not because of the great food or entertainment we had, it is because I get to share this very special day to the people who trully make my heart beat faster and who constantly reminds me everyday and every moment that my life is worth living and I am so blessed to have a great family of my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/7470398461117386308-1999624623253944946?l=beakoluvko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/feeds/1999624623253944946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/02/valentines-day-celebration.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/1999624623253944946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/1999624623253944946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/02/valentines-day-celebration.html' title='Valentines day celebration!!'/><author><name>beakoluvko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871413743407282812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Sp3wznk-PeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/B7p6aXtSb7g/S220/1_280587783l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S3sjruzodMI/AAAAAAAAAnA/kkaCGh2cBgo/s72-c/P2130453.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470398461117386308.post-5282818604928446597</id><published>2010-02-16T16:28:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T16:32:33.763+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bea'/><title type='text'>Bea as a Model (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S3o7O8DkuLI/AAAAAAAAAlI/vLZvcbv4-QI/s1600-h/P2140482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 243px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438724627828619442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S3o7O8DkuLI/AAAAAAAAAlI/vLZvcbv4-QI/s320/P2140482.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was taken on the first part of our valentines date.... She already finished eating her lunch so she was up and about trying to climb up tables and chairs at the restaurant. To keep her distracted I asked her to pose, so I can get a good picture of her and send it to my folks in the Philippines...it took us a couple of tries before I captured her picture perfect winning smile.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the pic I can't believe how much my baby has grown...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day every one...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470398461117386308-5282818604928446597?l=beakoluvko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/feeds/5282818604928446597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/02/bea-as-model.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/5282818604928446597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/5282818604928446597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/02/bea-as-model.html' title='Bea as a Model (:'/><author><name>beakoluvko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871413743407282812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Sp3wznk-PeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/B7p6aXtSb7g/S220/1_280587783l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S3o7O8DkuLI/AAAAAAAAAlI/vLZvcbv4-QI/s72-c/P2140482.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470398461117386308.post-7357125272274826615</id><published>2010-02-12T16:10:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T16:15:10.925+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mommy moments'/><title type='text'>MM: Message of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="mommy moments" src="http://i471.photobucket.com/albums/rr71/mommyjourney/mommymoments.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My Dear Bea,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hi, honey…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Since you came to our lives, everyday has been the happiest moments in my life, each day is better than the previous ones. As I always say, the day you came to my life is the day that I realized my purpose in life- it is to be your MOMMY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;From your first smile, first cry and all of the firsts that you’ve had be it good or bad, I was there beside you, when you get sick I am the first one to get alarmed and agitated, if only I could take the sickness away, if only I can have your pain so I don’t have to hear you cry in pain even just for an ounce. I remember those days when I would not sleep the whole night just to check up on you, just to make sure your comfortable and that you are alright. See honey even those days, I will surely keep in my heart- it was those days that I am at my best ( not that I like you being sick), those where the days that I feel wanted more than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;From your first teeth, first words spoken and your first walk alone I was prouder than ever. I remember you always calling me DADA when you were learning how to talk and every time I correct you and tell you that I am not DADA but Mommy, you would look at me and call me DADA and then you would flash a big smile on your face ( as if to tease mommy). The first time you called me mommy, I almost cry.. I thought the day will never come that I will be a Mommy and here you are calling me Mommy.. I so love hearing you call me Mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Your wit constantly amaze me… from the way you talk, the way you analyze things, the way you give me attitude whenever you don’t get what you want ( dadi said you got that from me (: )I am just so thankful that you turn out to be so smart and outspoken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Lately, you have shown so much appreciation to all the things I give you-be it big or small everytime I hand you a present or a treat you would touch my face and say Thank you mommy, I love you then followed with a kiss and hug. Oh, how I feel so happy everytime you do that.. Thank you honey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I am so inlove with you baby every day more than yesterday… Sometimes I look at you at your sleep and I cant help but wonder what I did to deserve you, you are my miracle, the answer to my prayers and my life. I just hope and pray that you continue to grow up as happy as you can be… as smart as your are now( even more) and as good as God wanted you to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Happy valentines day Honey and remember mommy will always love you no matter what. Thank you for changing my life and giving me reason to be thankful everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Mommy (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;* a post for my share on &lt;a href="http://www.mommyjourney.com/"&gt;mommy moments&lt;/a&gt;. More entries just click on the badge&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/7470398461117386308-7357125272274826615?l=beakoluvko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/feeds/7357125272274826615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/02/mm-message-of-love.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/7357125272274826615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/7357125272274826615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/02/mm-message-of-love.html' title='MM: Message of Love'/><author><name>beakoluvko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871413743407282812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Sp3wznk-PeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/B7p6aXtSb7g/S220/1_280587783l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470398461117386308.post-1903768509046963550</id><published>2010-02-11T08:31:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T08:40:57.920+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girl&apos;s talk'/><title type='text'>GT: My valentines date for 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nikoganda.com/search/label/Girls%20Talk/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dZuhD04_F3k/Sq27hnp8hGI/AAAAAAAAASE/cFFfRxjepIU/s400/girls+talk+badge.PNG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeew, Thursday already... time flies so fast when your having fun ( NOT!). I am still over my head with tax reports and I notice that additional work just keeps on popping everywhere I am (LOL).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Back to this weeks topic.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;My valentines date for this year would still be my husband and bea ( as if i have a choice-wouldnt he cut my head off if I go on another date with another man?).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;We plan to just go to mass and have lunch out, bea has been insisting that she wants to watch movies and eat PAK-CORN ( popcorn heheeh) everytime we pass by the road leading to the movie house. If there is a good movie to watch we might be able to squeeze in movie to our schedule (as if busy). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Since Feb. 15 is a holiday we can stay up late until we want to 'coz i dont have to work on a Monday (WOOOOOOHOOOOOOO!). Hmmmm... may date might just get lucky huh? *Wink*.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;This is my share for this week's Girl's Talk head on to our &lt;a href="http://nikoganda.com/"&gt;nest&lt;/a&gt; for more entries just click on the badge.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Happy Thursday everyone&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470398461117386308-1903768509046963550?l=beakoluvko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/feeds/1903768509046963550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/02/gt-my-valentines-date-for-2010.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/1903768509046963550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/1903768509046963550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/02/gt-my-valentines-date-for-2010.html' title='GT: My valentines date for 2010'/><author><name>beakoluvko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871413743407282812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Sp3wznk-PeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/B7p6aXtSb7g/S220/1_280587783l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dZuhD04_F3k/Sq27hnp8hGI/AAAAAAAAASE/cFFfRxjepIU/s72-c/girls+talk+badge.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470398461117386308.post-940035265615885169</id><published>2010-02-10T16:06:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T16:18:11.485+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='couples corner'/><title type='text'>CC: Plans for Valentines Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://rodliz.info/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" alt="Rodliz’s Nest" src="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk178/dannyannemj/couplescorner_badge_thumb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh my, is it Wednesday alreay... I am terribly sorry for all those who visited my blog and posted some comments. I am so over my head with work at the office that i dont have time to blog or hop. Thanks so much :).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway on to our topic for this weeks: Plans for Valentines Day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I asked my hubby where is he taking me for valentines day, he said we will just eat at Palms Resort Hotel ( It is located south of Saipan, and the restaurant is build above a pond with plenty of Japanese Koi fishes, the restaurant also has a nice view of the ocean), it is a bit far from our house but since it is valentines we will be having lunch there after the mass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I also asked him if I would be receiving a rose from him, he replied: Valentines is on a sunday, so I am not obligated to send you roses LOL...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My husband as I said can be tad romantic at times and there are also times that he would be just to boring (zzzzzzzzzzzzz. Peace daddy).  But no matter what I will get and would not get on valentines day, what is more important is how he shows his love for me everyday (:.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Happy wednesday every one!!! Advance Happy valentines day also !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is my hsare for this weeks couples corner. Head on to &lt;a href="http://rodliz.info/"&gt;Mommy Liz'&lt;/a&gt; nest for more entries. Just click on the badge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470398461117386308-940035265615885169?l=beakoluvko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/feeds/940035265615885169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/02/cc-plans-for-valentines-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/940035265615885169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/940035265615885169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/02/cc-plans-for-valentines-day.html' title='CC: Plans for Valentines Day...'/><author><name>beakoluvko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871413743407282812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Sp3wznk-PeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/B7p6aXtSb7g/S220/1_280587783l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470398461117386308.post-8794105235689460100</id><published>2010-02-04T08:00:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T08:22:00.073+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girl&apos;s talk'/><title type='text'>GT: My True Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nikoganda.com/search/label/Girls%20Talk/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dZuhD04_F3k/Sq27hnp8hGI/AAAAAAAAASE/cFFfRxjepIU/s400/girls+talk+badge.PNG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S2n13U2V4SI/AAAAAAAAAlA/FN2HeFaan6A/s1600-h/P1180374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434144756237459746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S2n13U2V4SI/AAAAAAAAAlA/FN2HeFaan6A/s320/P1180374.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nikoganda.com/search/label/Girls%20Talk/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&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;MY ONE TRUE LOVE…. JHUN (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Thank God this week’s topic in not one of those relationship breaking topics heheheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My one true love…. Hmmm how do I describe him? Here is a brief description?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My one True Love is:&lt;br /&gt;5’11 in height&lt;br /&gt;Has chinky eyes&lt;br /&gt;Shoe size is 11&lt;br /&gt;Has nice nose ( which he boast of every now and then)&lt;br /&gt;Recently pack up muscles especially on his upper arms and chest ( heheheh macho (: )&lt;br /&gt;Is sometimes a goof ball&lt;br /&gt;Isn’t romantic&lt;br /&gt;Loves to listen to music with the speakers on full volume&lt;br /&gt;Loves to watch movies ( action/horror/sci-fi is top on the list)&lt;br /&gt;Silent most of the time&lt;br /&gt;Always embraces a pillow when he sleeps&lt;br /&gt;Snores a lot ( :( grrrrrrrrr)&lt;br /&gt;Loves me to death (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He could be the sweetest person at times but most of the times he makes me crazy every day ( in every way) but I also love him to death (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is my share on this weeks theme on Girl’s talk.&lt;br /&gt;Head on to &lt;a href="http://nikoganda.com/"&gt;niko’s kikay site &lt;/a&gt;for more entries just click on the badge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470398461117386308-8794105235689460100?l=beakoluvko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/feeds/8794105235689460100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/02/gt-my-true-love.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/8794105235689460100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/8794105235689460100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/02/gt-my-true-love.html' title='GT: My True Love'/><author><name>beakoluvko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871413743407282812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Sp3wznk-PeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/B7p6aXtSb7g/S220/1_280587783l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dZuhD04_F3k/Sq27hnp8hGI/AAAAAAAAASE/cFFfRxjepIU/s72-c/girls+talk+badge.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470398461117386308.post-8931238283691301787</id><published>2010-02-03T08:40:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T10:44:49.755+10:00</updated><title type='text'>CC: WHY DO I LOVE THEE?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://rodliz.info/"&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" alt="Rodliz’s Nest" src="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk178/dannyannemj/couplescorner_badge_thumb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you because;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You work hard to give Bea and Me everything and anything we will ever need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stood by me on the times I felt my world was crumbling down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You patiently waited with me to have our own miracle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You prove to me everyday that your worth loving .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You volunteer to cook/wash the dishes and even clean the house when I am tired and stressed out from work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You constantly make me laugh with your jokes and your sillyness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love bea more than anything/anyone in this world ( more than me, I think heheeh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always assure me.. that in time something better will come up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always tell me that I deserve more than your giving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You patiently and quietly wait for me to cool down whenever I am mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I am sick you get so worried especially if I am crying in pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always look forward to the future and find ways on how we can improve our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You thought me how to save, how to be patient and to have more faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are humble and you always give thanks for whatever you have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always look back in your past and you find happiness just by realizing how far you’ve come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just a few things why I love my hubby… but like mommy liz’ has said, I love him because of what he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving is not about finding your perfect match or even having your happy ever after story. I always tell my friend/cousin that if you love someone you don’t go on looking on what he cant do, what he don’t have or what he aint ,its about appreciating what he can do, what he has and what he is.&lt;br /&gt;This is my share on this weeks couple’s corner. Head on to &lt;a href="http://rodliz.info/"&gt;mommy liz’ site &lt;/a&gt;for more entries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Wednesday every one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470398461117386308-8931238283691301787?l=beakoluvko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/feeds/8931238283691301787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/02/cc-why-do-i-love-thee.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/8931238283691301787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/8931238283691301787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/02/cc-why-do-i-love-thee.html' title='CC: WHY DO I LOVE THEE?'/><author><name>beakoluvko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871413743407282812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Sp3wznk-PeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/B7p6aXtSb7g/S220/1_280587783l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470398461117386308.post-3214626852097073457</id><published>2010-02-02T10:30:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T14:04:22.526+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bea'/><title type='text'>Missing out....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Every night whenever I am putting bea to sleep, it would be our usual routine to lay in her bed and catch up on what happened to her all through the day. I would usually ask her what she did at ninang’s house ( her God mother is the one taking care of her while me and dadi is at work), what she ate, did she behave, what she watched and stuff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night after teaching her how to pray I told her to close her eyes and sleep, I told her we needed to wake up early because we will be going to the clinic ( she needed to have a booster shot on her H1N1 shot, while I needed a flu shot and also the H1N1 shot). She told me “ Mommy and bea go to the doctor?, get medicine?” I said yes, she goes on saying “ After doctor Mommy, I go ninang house, watch Dora, eat chicken then shower then eat lunch then sleep then watch Dora again”. I asked her if she wants me to cook soup for her to bring to her ninang’s house, she replied “No, only ninang cook soup for bea”. I asked her if she wants to shower before we go to the Clinic, again she replied “No, bea only shower in ninang’s house”. Then she kissed me and said, Good night Mommy, I love you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was staring at her while she is sleeping, I can’t help feel sad on how much my daughter has adapted to my working situation she knows that she has to stay at her ninang’s house while I am at work. I think she even enjoy staying there because she has planned all her activities while she is at her ninang’s house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her ninang in return cant be more proud of her, whenever I come to pick bea up at her house she would always have stories on how well my daughter has accompanied her- how Bea made her laugh with her witty remarks, how entertained she is while bea is dancing and singing. She would even tell me that she was able to have bea eat vegetables. Although I am so happy that someone looks after my Bea while I am trying to help my husband earn for our future I cant help but feel jealous at times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be the one to spend time with my Bea… I should be the one who is teaching her to eat new dish.. I should be the one who stays with her and witness her antics, witt and talent. I feel I am missing out a lot on Bea but most of all I miss being needed. It is as if she doesn’t need me anymore, once when I dropped Bea at her ninang’s house, Bea told me to go back to my car and go to work, I cant help myself but to feel a little pinch in my heart. I realize how much my daughter has grown and that she doesn’t need me that much anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel sad, I feel jealous, I feel missing out a lot… If only I could stay home everyday to be the one to take care of bea, if only we have enough and that I don’t have to work anymore I would do a better job as a mom to my daughter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only hope with the limited time I am spending with her, I am still doing an excellent job for whatever short time I have with her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a random thought on a cloudy Tuesday afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Have a great day everyone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470398461117386308-3214626852097073457?l=beakoluvko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/feeds/3214626852097073457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/02/missing-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/3214626852097073457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/3214626852097073457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/02/missing-out.html' title='Missing out....'/><author><name>beakoluvko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871413743407282812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Sp3wznk-PeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/B7p6aXtSb7g/S220/1_280587783l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470398461117386308.post-3232079675368248879</id><published>2010-02-01T10:18:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T10:36:57.976+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy February...... =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;EEEHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.... How time flies, it felt like it was only yesterday when I was still planning on what to cook for our christmas and new years eve dinner. Then planning for my birthday and all of a sudden January was over and here comes the shortest month of the year. Oh my I have so much things to do with so little time in my hands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;At work it is still the usual hectic work I have during tax seasons which unfortunately runs until April of this year but then after that it woud only be the usual postings and things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am in the middle of planning for bea's 3rd birthday party ( which will be on May 11-too early? nah- last year i started planning by october  heheheh). My husband and I agreed ( well not yet 100% sure) to held the party at the beach. So, I am having a hard time incorporating my Tinkerbell theme with the beach venue. As of now, I have already purchased green and purple drinkign cups to be used to put the candy/loot to be given to the children. I also have purchased large tinkerbell stickers to be put on the cups to go with the theme. I have purchased a dress for bea to wear it is a white sleveless dress with green butterfly prints all over but unfortunately it was lost in the mail and I still have not received that package. there is still so much to do and I have barely a coupel of months to go...there is the menu planning, decorations, cakes and invitations and so much more. I just hope I can give bea another memorable bithday party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am also looking forward to a valentines date that my husband promised to give me.... hmmmm i hope he stay true to his promises.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am also in the middle of something BIG.... it doesnt really involve anybody but my self... come May I will unveil my big surprise hahahah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well thats it for my random thoughts on a monday morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hope you guys started your week with a smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Happy monday Everyone...&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/7470398461117386308-3232079675368248879?l=beakoluvko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/feeds/3232079675368248879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-february.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/3232079675368248879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/3232079675368248879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-february.html' title='Happy February...... =)'/><author><name>beakoluvko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871413743407282812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Sp3wznk-PeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/B7p6aXtSb7g/S220/1_280587783l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470398461117386308.post-1769666442317152296</id><published>2010-01-29T08:40:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T08:51:12.972+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mommy moments'/><title type='text'>MM: Welcoming a new sibling</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mommyjourney.com/search/label/Mommy%20Moments" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="mommy moments" src="http://i471.photobucket.com/albums/rr71/mommyjourney/mommymoments.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;It's friday once again and this weeks theme on Mommy Momments is Welcoming a new sibling.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;We are planning on adding a new member to our little family this year, actually we have been working on that since last year but I think it is not yet the right time for us and when we are all prepared and the everythign is in its proper place God will give us another miracle.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;My bea in return had been practicing a lot with her mommy skills... we had to buy feedign bottles for her baby dolls because as she said they need milk. She would also use her own pull up diapers on her babies. We bought the dolls strollers, walkers and even carriers. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;We asked bea if she wants a baby brother or baby sister, at times she would answer sister, sometimes it would be brother but most of the time she would answer SUPER BABIES ( from Dora's tape).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I can see how she would enjoy having a new baby around, I remember when my kumare had her baby daughter and we went to their place to visit them bea was so concern that the baby isnt drinking enough milk. She would constantly insist that a milk bottle be given to the baby and she wants to do it her self. I am just scared she wont be as gentle to the baby as needed since her only experience in handling the baby is from a plastic one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I am sure it would be another learning time for all of us once we are blessed with another miracle and I can't wait for the journey to begin.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Happy friday everyone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;These is my share for  mommy momments for this week. Head on to our wonderful nest and read more posts. Just click on the badge.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470398461117386308-1769666442317152296?l=beakoluvko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/feeds/1769666442317152296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/01/mm-welcoming-new-sibling.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/1769666442317152296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/1769666442317152296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/01/mm-welcoming-new-sibling.html' title='MM: Welcoming a new sibling'/><author><name>beakoluvko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871413743407282812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Sp3wznk-PeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/B7p6aXtSb7g/S220/1_280587783l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470398461117386308.post-9021737297331524432</id><published>2010-01-28T10:59:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T11:03:04.792+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girl&apos;s talk'/><title type='text'>GT: FIRST BOYFRIEND</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nikoganda.com/search/label/Girls%20Talk/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dZuhD04_F3k/Sq27hnp8hGI/AAAAAAAAASE/cFFfRxjepIU/s400/girls+talk+badge.PNG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this weeks theme on Girl’s talk is about our “FIRST BOYFRIEND”. I was thinking on bailing out on this weeks theme but I decided to share my story ( hahahahha). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said before we where not allowed to have any boyfriends not unless we finished college first. After I graduated college my bestfriend at that time invited me to come over to their house . When I was about to go home she told me that we would just drop by at their neighbor since here friends are there. There was this one guy who keeps on babbling his mouth about a certain girl that has a crush on him. I was looking at this guy and I told myself “Kapal naman nito feeling guapo”.I told my friend I really needed to go and so I said my goodbye and went home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day my friend asked me to have a date with his neighbor since I was his type. I told my friend that he is not my type ( very far from what I have imagined to be my first boyfriend – he was dark alright, but short and stout LOL prang teapot –BAD) but my friend insisted that he is a nice guy and he has been like a brother to her. Hesitantly I went out a date with him but with my friend of course… we didn’t even have the same interest but you can see that he is a good person. My friend asked me to get to know him and maybe just maybe we can be more than friends. Our getting to know you stage took about a year.. At one point I told him that he was just not my type and it is better if we just go our separate ways… My friend got mad at me for doing that to her childhood friend… she said I just played him along and I gave him false hope… I felt bad ‘coz it wasn’t my intention. Due to peer pressure I said yes to this guy. He was nice alright but as a young lady who is just starting her working career I dreamed of someone who shares the same desire with me- that is to improve our lives. He is better off than me, his father gave him business to start his life but he doesn’t have interest on learning how to run the business. He always trust his work with his employees thereby resulting to bankruptcy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had tried to break up with him a couple of times but whenever I do he would go on his drunken spree and threaten to kill himself. Because he is a mama’s boy his mom would always call me in the middle of the night asking me what I did to his son. I always felt bad and give him another chance but the cycle just go on and on and on. Luckily my mom’s boss asked me if Id like to work here in Saipan naturally I said yes.. my boyfriend at that time asked me to elope with him to avoid having us separate from each other… luckily I used my brains he even asked me get secretly married but at that time I was too young nobody will marry us without parental consent.. I promised him I would come back and by that time when we are both financially ready we will get married. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being away from him I realized that I deserve more than what I have. I tried giving him a chance to redeem himself but to no avail Oh by the way he was 8 yrs. Older than me… whenever I call him to check up on him he would always be sleeping and that is already around lunchtime whenever I asked him how is his business he would say his sister is taking care of it…. He would talk about marrying me but whenever I asked him where he well get the money to spend on our wedding he would answer “It is easy to borrow money… ill take care of it”. Does he honestly think I would like to start my married life with a huge debt? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that time being the new girl at work and even on the island a lot of guys would drop hints that they like me most of them would ask me out on a date or just a simple meal. But I wasn’t ready yet to give up on my then boyfriend I prayed that he would learn how to make something out of his life. It is only when I met my husband who was just sheer chance that he went to my workplace. In the months that we have become friends he had been my mentor he would always tell me I deserve better and that I should not feel obligated to stay with my boyfriend just because I fear he would do something to himself and that I would get blamed for it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2002… after almost 3 years with my boyfriend I decided to live for my self and just let go of the things/person that weigh me down. I called my boyfriend and told him it is over I have given him so many chance but through it all he failed me. Again he threaten to kill himself.. I told him although I pray you wouldn’t do that but I too would want to live a peaceful life, whatever you decide to do with yours is up to you and I don’t have anything to do with it. I told him I want us to be friends so that someday when we bump into each other we wont have any awkward moments, but he refused to act like as an adult and be civil with our break up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did hurt himself thankfully he just sustained bruises from his car accident… I thought it was over then.. I thought he just accepted the fact that he and I didn’t work out… I was wrong he went on calling my closest cousins to tell her how I ruined his life by breaking up with him… he even made up stories of thing we never did. I called him one time and told him to please at least respect what we had… and to please stop making up stories but he wouldn’t want to. So I just let it go and let him live his pathetic way. I don’t care anymore what he says or does… I’m over him it is just sad that he left me with anger for him… I always thought that we could just both move on and have a happy life…But he chooses not to, after 8 years he still blames me for his mishaps… he still believes and convinces himself that he got unlucky the day I broke up with him.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is his choice… all I know is that I am happy with my life and I have move on a long long time ago. And I chose to be happy…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh Thank GOD, this is the last topic about our FIRSTS....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is my entry for Girl's Talk for this week, head on to Niko's nest for more juicy stories about our First boyfriends....Just click on the badge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470398461117386308-9021737297331524432?l=beakoluvko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/feeds/9021737297331524432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/01/gt-first-boyfriend.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/9021737297331524432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/9021737297331524432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/01/gt-first-boyfriend.html' title='GT: FIRST BOYFRIEND'/><author><name>beakoluvko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871413743407282812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Sp3wznk-PeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/B7p6aXtSb7g/S220/1_280587783l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dZuhD04_F3k/Sq27hnp8hGI/AAAAAAAAASE/cFFfRxjepIU/s72-c/girls+talk+badge.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470398461117386308.post-3941891185489968800</id><published>2010-01-27T08:33:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T08:41:10.352+10:00</updated><title type='text'>CC: Have I told you lately that I LOVE YOU</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://rodliz.info/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" alt="Rodliz’s Nest" src="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk178/dannyannemj/couplescorner_badge_thumb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weeks topic on Couple’s Corner is “Have I told you lately that I LOVE YOU”.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t want to be cheesy or anything but my husband and I have this routine of saying I Love you when we go to sleep –we give each other three (3) kiss on the lips and say I love you. Waking up we would kiss again and say good morning… I love you…. When we go to work and before we ride on our own car we give each other 3 kisses on the lips and say I love you and take care… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is like an everyday routine that sometimes you feel like it is just an ordinary thing two couples do. For my birthday my hubby ask me what I wanted for my birthday… knowing him I know he hates writing a letter so I asked him to just give me a letter telling me why he loves me… on my birthday he surprised me with a planner and the marker was set on a particular page when I opened it …. It was indeed a full page letter telling me why he loves me….Oh I so love the letter, I always prefer letters from flowers since I could cherish it for a long time and I can come back over and over again whenever I want to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband complained that it took him 10 days to write the letter so I kissed him on the lips and said I love you more for the effort… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my part... I would usually give him a big hug and kiss him on the lips and tell him I love him so.... before we go to sleep i usually will cuddle with him ( if i feel like being sweet LOL) and just ask him how was his day at work, how he is, if he is tired or if he needed anything... and if i am a bit generous he might just ge lucky ( WINK *).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Saying I love you doesn’t only require to muttering the words it also constitute doing things to your partner to show how much you love him/her after all actions speaks louder than words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is my entry for couples corner, head on to mommy liz’ site for more entries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Happy Wednesday everyone…. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470398461117386308-3941891185489968800?l=beakoluvko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/feeds/3941891185489968800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-weeks-topic-on-couples-corner-is.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/3941891185489968800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/3941891185489968800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-weeks-topic-on-couples-corner-is.html' title='CC: Have I told you lately that I LOVE YOU'/><author><name>beakoluvko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871413743407282812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Sp3wznk-PeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/B7p6aXtSb7g/S220/1_280587783l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470398461117386308.post-3379397327296244955</id><published>2010-01-22T13:27:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T14:14:02.591+10:00</updated><title type='text'>THANKS NANAY WINNIE....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S1kbtMuCMhI/AAAAAAAAAk4/IG-446QlGBo/s1600-h/P1220396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429401289094214162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S1kbtMuCMhI/AAAAAAAAAk4/IG-446QlGBo/s320/P1220396.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S1kbs-m815I/AAAAAAAAAkw/Sa66DxIUwzw/s1600-h/P1220395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429401285306406802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S1kbs-m815I/AAAAAAAAAkw/Sa66DxIUwzw/s320/P1220395.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my how people love me hahahahhha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I invited nanay winnie for lunch today ( She is a close friend of my sister Josie), together with my package from josie was also a gift for Nanay Winnie, since it has been a long time since i talked to her I called her up and asked her to join me for lunch today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were both so happy to see each other once again, we cannot even start eatign 'coz we were both full of stories. Then she told me she picked up something for me when she was at New Jersy and she apologized that she didnt wrapped it. Hala, nanay talaga... I love it kaya...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is a wallet full of compartments and the best thing is the color.... i love the combination it is brown outside with hearts all around. Inside it is an all blue cloth material which is very nice...ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh i love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks again Nanay... hope you feel better soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470398461117386308-3379397327296244955?l=beakoluvko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/feeds/3379397327296244955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/01/thanks-nanay-winnie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/3379397327296244955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/3379397327296244955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/01/thanks-nanay-winnie.html' title='THANKS NANAY WINNIE....'/><author><name>beakoluvko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871413743407282812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Sp3wznk-PeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/B7p6aXtSb7g/S220/1_280587783l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S1kbtMuCMhI/AAAAAAAAAk4/IG-446QlGBo/s72-c/P1220396.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470398461117386308.post-528929734618059306</id><published>2010-01-22T09:19:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T09:45:41.798+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mommy moments'/><title type='text'>MOMMY MOMENTS: NEW FAVORITE</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mommyjourney.com/search/label/Mommy%20Moments" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="mommy moments" src="http://i471.photobucket.com/albums/rr71/mommyjourney/mommymoments.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's friday once again, time for MOmmy Moments... I Missed last weeks theme "NEW BORN DAYS" I was drafting my entry but then I got tied up at work I never had the chance to finish my entry and  post it. Anyway Ill make up for this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bea's favorites are still the same since she was little some may have been added and some she just dont want it like she used to do when she was small. She used to like Spaghetti especially if it is from Jolibee but now she doesnt want it anymore. She prefers chicken nuggets from Mc Donalds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She still wont eat vegetables as I want her to but where getting there, Her God mother ( ate rose) who takes care of her while I am at work usually would trick her on eating vegetables sometimes she would dice the vegetables into tiny bits and incorporate it with the soup and rice. Other times it would just be asking her to just have a bite of the vegetbales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She still likes chicken, soup and bread though but her sweet tooth loves chocolate cake, lollipop, jelly ace , I also noticed her favorite flavor is chocolate for cakes, ice cream and but for candy she likes lemon. But she only get to have sweets after she has eaten her meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She still loves watching Dora and Barney but recently she enjoys watching Mickey Mouse Club House and Curious George.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S1jinO9YrrI/AAAAAAAAAko/vZICoQJyv4U/s1600-h/mommy7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 210px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429338514453474994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S1jinO9YrrI/AAAAAAAAAko/vZICoQJyv4U/s320/mommy7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mickey Mouse Clubhouse ( the magic phrase to make the clubhouse appear is MISHKA MUSHKA MICKEY MOUSE! LOL... as you can see i have seen this a couple of times)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S1jimpKZjyI/AAAAAAAAAkg/MRjIgb8xHBc/s1600-h/mommy6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 228px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429338504307511074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S1jimpKZjyI/AAAAAAAAAkg/MRjIgb8xHBc/s320/mommy6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All time Favorite.... Dora the explorer Thanks to This Bea can count in spanish and English YEY... And can you imagine my daughter memorized all the tapes we got , she would specifically request to watch a particular tape ( example: Mommy, I like to watch Dora Superbabies) and we have almost 30 tapes but she knows them all even Barney's tape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S1jhcq908sI/AAAAAAAAAkY/LzzD95N10A0/s1600-h/mommy5.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429337233481331394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S1jhcq908sI/AAAAAAAAAkY/LzzD95N10A0/s320/mommy5.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Barney... Bea loves singign with them ... I had to  memorize the songs so I can sing along ( as per her request)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S1jhcUQtFCI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/rz0ApNJk6sk/s1600-h/mommy4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 216px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429337227386491938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S1jhcUQtFCI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/rz0ApNJk6sk/s320/mommy4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Curious George... she loves this monkey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S1jhcMfc0rI/AAAAAAAAAkI/TqAo16qAWRc/s1600-h/mommy3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429337225300857522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S1jhcMfc0rI/AAAAAAAAAkI/TqAo16qAWRc/s320/mommy3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jelly ace she can finish one bag of Jelly ace in one sitting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S1jhblkzaII/AAAAAAAAAkA/Srjv2PHXzw8/s1600-h/mommy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429337214854326402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S1jhblkzaII/AAAAAAAAAkA/Srjv2PHXzw8/s320/mommy2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lollipop... she love's lemon flavor..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S1jhbVY-4MI/AAAAAAAAAj4/rk5pu3hUCug/s1600-h/mommy1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 252px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429337210509779138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S1jhbVY-4MI/AAAAAAAAAj4/rk5pu3hUCug/s320/mommy1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chocolate Cake... Dont let her sing Happy Birthday unless there is cake around 'coz once she sings she would definitely ask for a cake...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How about you what is your childs favorite. Share with us on Mommy Momments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Head on to MOMMY JOURNEY for more entries just click on the badge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Friday Everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470398461117386308-528929734618059306?l=beakoluvko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/feeds/528929734618059306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/01/mommy-moments-new-favorite.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/528929734618059306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/528929734618059306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/01/mommy-moments-new-favorite.html' title='MOMMY MOMENTS: NEW FAVORITE'/><author><name>beakoluvko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871413743407282812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Sp3wznk-PeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/B7p6aXtSb7g/S220/1_280587783l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S1jinO9YrrI/AAAAAAAAAko/vZICoQJyv4U/s72-c/mommy7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470398461117386308.post-5755288755463748181</id><published>2010-01-21T13:35:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T13:43:02.377+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I SMELL YUMMY :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S1fL2b6rstI/AAAAAAAAAjw/ptHVRk4q09U/s1600-h/P1210391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429032011885687506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S1fL2b6rstI/AAAAAAAAAjw/ptHVRk4q09U/s320/P1210391.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S1fL1_KFTUI/AAAAAAAAAjo/iB3WesVYDJM/s1600-h/P1210394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429032004165651778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S1fL1_KFTUI/AAAAAAAAAjo/iB3WesVYDJM/s320/P1210394.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Got a package today…. It was from my dear sister JOSIE…. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so excited opening it up and to my delight I got myself 7 different scents of lotion and they all smelled yummy….. oh my I am so inloved with the scents. I love it( BIG GRIN).&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 got these following scents;&lt;br /&gt;VANILLA CUPCAKE&lt;br /&gt;PINK SUGAR&lt;br /&gt;BERRY SMOOTHIE&lt;br /&gt;ISLAND BREEZE&lt;br /&gt;MINT CHOCOLATE&lt;br /&gt;CITRUS COBLER&lt;br /&gt;PINK LEMONADE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Don’t they sound yummy…. Oh the scent of each one is amazing, it is not too powerful but every now and then you just get a hint of its sweet smelling scent. I’m in heaven I think these would be my favorites.. YUMMY!&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;As soon as I got the package I texted my sister and thanked her she replied that I would have something to put on to relax me after a tiring day and maybe just work its magic to seduce my husband LOL. I told her I might as well try its magic with another guy, maybe they guy would just gobble up my hands ( hahahhahah) that’s how yummy this lotion smell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To my sister josie.. I really appreciate all the gifts that you have given me, I SO MISS YOU SISTER wish you were here to celebrate with me like we always do. I know soon… but though we are miles away you never fail to show me how much I mean to you as a friend with our chat sessions, text messages and even the small /big things that you sent my way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To you sister I pray to God that he may give you what your heart truly desires and to inspire you more to share to the world your wit and your big heart. I love you sis and miss you so much…. Take care and you will be forever treasured in my heart.&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;Again thanks sis and ill wait for you :). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470398461117386308-5755288755463748181?l=beakoluvko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/feeds/5755288755463748181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-smell-yummy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/5755288755463748181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/5755288755463748181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-smell-yummy.html' title='I SMELL YUMMY :)'/><author><name>beakoluvko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871413743407282812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Sp3wznk-PeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/B7p6aXtSb7g/S220/1_280587783l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S1fL2b6rstI/AAAAAAAAAjw/ptHVRk4q09U/s72-c/P1210391.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470398461117386308.post-2263848650203048668</id><published>2010-01-21T11:14:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T11:15:59.416+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girl&apos;s talk'/><title type='text'>GT: FIRST KISS....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nikoganda.com/search/label/Girls%20Talk/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dZuhD04_F3k/Sq27hnp8hGI/AAAAAAAAASE/cFFfRxjepIU/s400/girls+talk+badge.PNG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weeks topic on Girl’s Talk is FIRST KISS…. Yaiks!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRST KISS…. You would think that when you do have your first kiss just like in the fairy tales you would hear angel’s singing or lights go on sparkling or even feel at that moment the whole world stopped. Some fairy tale huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first kiss was not like that….well what do you expect from a dare… I was dating my first boyfriend then( who by the way I am completely deleting out of my system)he was just courting me at that time. He was the childhood friend of my best friend in college although I didn’t like him just to please my friends request I went out on a date with him ( of course I have to tag along my friend and his boyfriend).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kiss happened when my friends and this guy ( this guy ehhahahhahha) dropped me at home he walked me to our house and my friend keep on asking me to alteast give him a good night’s kiss. So when we reached my house I said thank you and he acted as if to give me a kiss so I stepped back to avoid his pouting lips ( EEWW). He then asked me if he could atleast get a kiss on the cheek just as not to lose the dare with my friends boyfriend. At that time he was nice and you could see on his face that he wouldn’t want to be the subject of ridicule amongst his friends so I leaned over and give him a kiss on the cheeks… I was hoping for song… twinkling light a feeling of butterflies in my tummy but nothing… so I just said good night and went inside our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you would not feel anything about the kiss unless you truly feel something for the one who is giving you a kiss. I remember when my husband ( my suitor then) gave me a kiss on the cheek I felt so happy and all giggly ( Hahaahhah need to redeem myself for my own safety just in case my husband read my blog)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway this is my entry for Girl’s talk this week….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im thinking of bailing out for next weeks theme ‘coz I really have been deleting my first boyfriend from my memory and my system hahahhahahha…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you next week…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470398461117386308-2263848650203048668?l=beakoluvko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/feeds/2263848650203048668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/01/gt-first-kiss.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/2263848650203048668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/2263848650203048668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/01/gt-first-kiss.html' title='GT: FIRST KISS....'/><author><name>beakoluvko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871413743407282812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Sp3wznk-PeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/B7p6aXtSb7g/S220/1_280587783l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dZuhD04_F3k/Sq27hnp8hGI/AAAAAAAAASE/cFFfRxjepIU/s72-c/girls+talk+badge.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470398461117386308.post-1427892023597003268</id><published>2010-01-20T09:39:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T10:07:00.793+10:00</updated><title type='text'>MY 31ST BDAY =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S1ZExc8HoCI/AAAAAAAAAjY/uVfmQkACrEU/s1600-h/P1180386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428602017214341154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S1ZExc8HoCI/AAAAAAAAAjY/uVfmQkACrEU/s320/P1180386.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One gift i don't mind having over and over again.... love you babe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S1ZEw1xb9vI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/wtKgp4Rnt3A/s1600-h/P1180376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428602006700553970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S1ZEw1xb9vI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/wtKgp4Rnt3A/s320/P1180376.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dinner treat ( jan. 18, 2010) from dadi at Fiesta resort and Spa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S1ZEwohLl_I/AAAAAAAAAjI/8Rv-SDRQ3_o/s1600-h/P1180374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428602003142711282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S1ZEwohLl_I/AAAAAAAAAjI/8Rv-SDRQ3_o/s320/P1180374.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My source of natural high :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S1ZEwR3EOJI/AAAAAAAAAjA/dJyPjU5aI60/s1600-h/P1160365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428601997060487314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S1ZEwR3EOJI/AAAAAAAAAjA/dJyPjU5aI60/s320/P1160365.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The girl's ( Ate edith, ate rose, me and BJ (the entertainer-miss you dyosa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S1ZDHDi0VzI/AAAAAAAAAiw/C2zpnUGJPfA/s1600-h/P1160343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428600189331199794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S1ZDHDi0VzI/AAAAAAAAAiw/C2zpnUGJPfA/s320/P1160343.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Feast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S1ZDGv76zMI/AAAAAAAAAio/ANhGkw37U4Q/s1600-h/P1160330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428600184067771586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S1ZDGv76zMI/AAAAAAAAAio/ANhGkw37U4Q/s320/P1160330.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Let's Eat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S1ZDGakzH0I/AAAAAAAAAig/FsoouXpMLHc/s1600-h/P1160342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428600178333654850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S1ZDGakzH0I/AAAAAAAAAig/FsoouXpMLHc/s320/P1160342.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Guests&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S1ZDGJngn9I/AAAAAAAAAiY/d18y4vS8zQU/s1600-h/P1160335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428600173781622738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S1ZDGJngn9I/AAAAAAAAAiY/d18y4vS8zQU/s320/P1160335.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some of the boys....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had my 31st birthday celebration at home last Saturday, My actual birthday was on the 17th ( Sunday) but I decided to have the simple get together a day ahead so that if we get to have so much fun that night we all don’t have to work the next day LOL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up I didn’t have any good birthday memories, it’s always a sad birthday story for me but my hubby vowed that as long as I am with him he wont let me have anymore sad birthday. I must say this year was the best birthday party that I had…I was smiling from ear to ear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course I would have wished for my family back home to be with us to celebrate but it is just not feasible yet. I just invited a couple of my friends over and my husbands co-worker. I cooked the usual pancit , shanghai lumpia, caldereta,bbq (baby back ribs and chicken), steamed tilapia, ginataang hipon, chicken kelaquen ( a local favorite) and I also baked chocolate cake and brownies and I also made maja blanca for dessert. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My neighbor who is also my husbands co-worker cooked chicken adobo and buko pandan. My ate’s ( bea’s Godmothers) also brought something for us to share-ate edith brought dinuguan and ate rose brought sushi. The guys of course brought the usual booze and fresh tuna for sashimi. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone enjoyed the food and since there are a lot of left over I asked everybody to take out everything they want hehehhehe and so they did and all I was left with was the containers … &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were just about 20 person that night but it was just what I wanted a simple and fun celebration. Everyone enjoyed the food and we had fun catching up, my new found friend BJ ( she is gay…oh, she’s a lady hehehheh) was our entertainment everyone loved him (err her). Over all we had a lot of fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bea on the other hand was busy taking care of her fave God sister –stephanie who turned 3 months that day, she was so into taking care of the baby that everyone commented that it is time for her to have a sibling… hahahha easy for them to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was really a memorable day for me ‘coz I had so much fun and I get to celebrate it with the people who had become my new found family. To ate tess, ate mher ate edith and ate rose Thank you so much for taking the time to cook your best dishes most of all thank you for the friendship .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To all my guest you know who you are…. THANK YOU VERY MUCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To my family and friends who texted and called me………..THANK YOU SO MUCH…. I miss you and hope one day I will have the chance to celebrate with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To sister josie…. Thanks for the chat messages… the text messages and for the package you sent( haven’t receive it yet but still thanks a million)… wish you could have been here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To dadi and bea… you know I love you both so much and thanks for turning my whole world upside down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470398461117386308-1427892023597003268?l=beakoluvko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/feeds/1427892023597003268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/01/one-gift-i-dont-mind-having-over-and.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/1427892023597003268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/1427892023597003268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/01/one-gift-i-dont-mind-having-over-and.html' title='MY 31ST BDAY =)'/><author><name>beakoluvko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871413743407282812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Sp3wznk-PeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/B7p6aXtSb7g/S220/1_280587783l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S1ZExc8HoCI/AAAAAAAAAjY/uVfmQkACrEU/s72-c/P1180386.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470398461117386308.post-1785314852310912880</id><published>2010-01-20T09:32:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T09:34:16.682+10:00</updated><title type='text'>CC: How well do you know each other...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://rodliz.info/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" alt="Rodliz’s Nest" src="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk178/dannyannemj/couplescorner_badge_thumb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s Wednesday once again and of course it is time for our couple’s corner and this week’s theme is HOW WELL DO YOU KNOW EACH OTHER.&lt;br /&gt;My husband and I had been married for over 6 years now but we have been together for almost eight years now. I can say that we both know each other very well now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How well does he know me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says when I just keep silent and don’t speak at all then there is something wrong and he would constantly bug me on what is the matter. Many times I would say “nothing” but he will reply there is something… I know you too well and I know something is bothering you.&lt;br /&gt;He knows when I like something I won’t share it to anybody even to him (I am a very giving person).&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to food he knows I love chicken, pasta and chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;He knows that I don’t like strong smelling perfumes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How well do I know him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know when he is not feeling well and something is bugging him- he is quiet really really quiet…&lt;br /&gt;I know he loves having a drink after work… He likes to relax after a day of hard work.&lt;br /&gt;He loves to sleep, on his day off he prefers staying at home and just watch tv and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;He loves adobo and he doesn’t like eating pizza or pasta.&lt;br /&gt;He loves eating buro (a delicacy in Pampanga)&lt;br /&gt;He is not very romantic but he tries to give me and bea what ever we may every need and more. ( if ask him to buy ice cream or something at the store he would buy each and every flavor they have because he knows if he buys only one flavor that I might not like that flavor at that moment hehehehheh).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More entries just click on the badge.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Wednesday Everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470398461117386308-1785314852310912880?l=beakoluvko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/feeds/1785314852310912880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/01/cc-how-well-do-you-know-each-other.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/1785314852310912880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/1785314852310912880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/01/cc-how-well-do-you-know-each-other.html' title='CC: How well do you know each other...'/><author><name>beakoluvko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871413743407282812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Sp3wznk-PeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/B7p6aXtSb7g/S220/1_280587783l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470398461117386308.post-5545319953975178481</id><published>2010-01-15T09:27:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T09:37:07.223+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girl&apos;s talk'/><title type='text'>Girl's talk- First Date</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nikoganda.com/search/label/Girls%20Talk/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dZuhD04_F3k/Sq27hnp8hGI/AAAAAAAAASE/cFFfRxjepIU/s400/girls+talk+badge.PNG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I'm Late.... sorry niko =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Well actually I thought about the theme for this week's Girl's talk and I tried hard to remember when my First date was. But it seems I have deleted that one in my memory I don't know maybe it's because I didnt enjoy the date or I didnt like my date either way it is permanently deleted and I can't seem to remember it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Knowing me... my first date would have been a group date either I tag along my friend or my cousin. I only went on a first date alone when it was with my hubby. ( O di ba playing safe hahahhahah... honestly I can't remember).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;That's it for my share on Girl's talk more entries of girl's talking about their first dates just click on the badge.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;P.S. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO NIKO'S PRINCESS YENA..... Continue making your mommy proud and grow up to be a fine lady like her someday..... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Happy weekend everyone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470398461117386308-5545319953975178481?l=beakoluvko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/feeds/5545319953975178481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/01/girls-talk-first-date.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/5545319953975178481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/5545319953975178481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/01/girls-talk-first-date.html' title='Girl&apos;s talk- First Date'/><author><name>beakoluvko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871413743407282812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Sp3wznk-PeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/B7p6aXtSb7g/S220/1_280587783l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dZuhD04_F3k/Sq27hnp8hGI/AAAAAAAAASE/cFFfRxjepIU/s72-c/girls+talk+badge.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470398461117386308.post-1952214105256872525</id><published>2010-01-13T09:58:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T10:10:39.960+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='couples corner'/><title type='text'>CC: Bringing out the Dragon in me!!! =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://rodliz.info/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" alt="Rodliz’s Nest" src="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk178/dannyannemj/couplescorner_badge_thumb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s Couple’s Corner once again and this week’s theme is HE MADE ME ANGRY…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well my husband say that I am always mad at him… He says I am like a lion always growling at him ( though my mother calls me tiger also ‘coz super sungit daw ako hehehehhe) ( HOW MEAN!!)&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 usually don’t want to talk when I am mad ‘coz I am scared that I would say things that would be hurtful or things that I don’t mean. So when I am mad I just keep quiet but my husband would keep on bothering me to talk to him and try to talk out our problem ( more of him talking and explaining).&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 can remember two incidents when I was really furious with him… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One was in 2005 we were already married and we didn’t have Bea yet. My friend asked me to attend an event with her and so I did , when I left the house my husband and friends were drinking in front of our house. I asked my husband to call me in my cell if they are going out so I know where he was and I wouldn’t get worried, he told me NO… we are not going anywhere after this I will be sleeping. Awww, how proud I was to have a good husband (not!!). I think I was out about 3 hours or so when my friend drop me off at our house I saw our car in the parking lot and our light in front of our house was already turned off so my friend said How lucky are you? You husband indeed is now asleep. So I went inside our house only to find and empty bedroom, my husband cousin who was staying with us at that time told me that as soon as I was out they also went out riding one of his friends car (GRRRRRRRR!!!). I felt so betrayed and I really wanted to snap my husband’s off. So I just took off my shoes and just put on a slipper ( oh did I mention that I was wearing a cocktail dress?), got the car keys and wallet and off I went to search for him. I didn’t even bother to take a long his cousin I just want to slap him and let him know how I angry I was. In our tiny Island there are a lot of night clubs ( w/ strip dancers) all around, so I planned to go to each and every club there is to look for them. My first try…. Lucky their car is there and apparently they are trying to get home before I did.. Imagine their shock when I parked next to their car while they are just getting out of the club.. His friends felt frightened and didn’t say a word my husband who looked so pale just climb in the car and his first word is SORRY. I just drive home without saying a word ( actually I am trying to decide what to say first). When I parked our car infront of our house he asked me if I was mad ( DUH…. Kainis). I told him I felt betrayed and played for a fool and I was so mad at him that I want to break his head off. He said he was sorry and it was just peer pressure… I cried because of anger that day… I told him that I give up I don’t want to be doing this every time and that I was tired ( if you know my husband’s friends you’ll understand me- let’s just say they like the girl’s at the club so much). &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;Living on a tiny island where you see everyone almost anywhere.. I didn’t want my husband to be going to night clubs imagine going to the church and suddenly he would bow his head down just because the girl’s working at those clubs would sit right infront of us. How uncomfortable that would be right? Not for him but for me…&lt;br /&gt;I don’t have anything against any person who is working hard for a living even those working at nightclubs… but some of this girl’s would do anything even just for $1… and some would take advantage of the guys who goes there like asking them to buy them things while the family of this guys in the Philippines are suffering ( I have encountered a lot of people like that).&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;The 2nd time I got furious with my husband was when bea was sick…. Of course any mommy who has a sick child would be very alarmed or agitated. Bea was crying then and I was consoling her then he comes in to the room and he told me something like our neighbor ( who is his co-worker) takes better care of her kids than you. When her kids are sick she isn’t even worried an ounce not like you. And so on and so forth, I was so pissed off that I scream to the top of my lungs I told him that I don’t care what he and his neighbor thinks and all you do is yak and yak and yak but I don’t see you or your neighbor helping me out. I am the only one who does things for bea and all you do is point out what I am doing is wrong. He got shocked that I shouted and said those things but at that time when I had only a couple of hours sleep in 3 straight days that is how I felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I may be a tiger everyday but don’t wait for the Dragon inside of me to come out or else your in big trouble and my sister can vouch for that hehehheheheh ( she was my constant victim when we were younger).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Wednesday… More entries just click on the badge. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470398461117386308-1952214105256872525?l=beakoluvko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/feeds/1952214105256872525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/01/cc-bringing-out-dragon-in-me.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/1952214105256872525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/1952214105256872525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/01/cc-bringing-out-dragon-in-me.html' title='CC: Bringing out the Dragon in me!!! =)'/><author><name>beakoluvko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871413743407282812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Sp3wznk-PeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/B7p6aXtSb7g/S220/1_280587783l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470398461117386308.post-7610071278017793278</id><published>2010-01-08T11:09:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T13:42:18.168+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mommy moments'/><title type='text'>Mommy Moments-New Year's List</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mommyjourney.com/search/label/Mommy%20Moments" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="mommy moments" src="http://i471.photobucket.com/albums/rr71/mommyjourney/mommymoments.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;At last I can join Mommy Moments again... it's been ages since i join these meme.. This year ill try to keep up with my blog.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;This week's topic on Mommy Moments is New Year's List:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;1. BIRTHDAYS- I will be turning 31 on Jan. 17 but i have not planned anything yet LOL. Bea will be turning 3 on May 11 and as of now I have already decided that the theme for her party will be fairies( tinkerbell) I already purchased green and purple cups to use as give aways. My Hubby will turn 36 on June 12 of course that will require a lot of cooking and drinking for his friends hehehhe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;2. SCHOOL- Since bea will be 3 yrs. old this year it is time for her to attend K-3/Head Start. Last year I enroll her to pre-K and daycare she learned a lot but her health suffered since one care provider is incharged with 5 or more kids after school finishes they were not able to tend to the kids properly the whole 4 months that bea was there we have been to 5 doctor appointments due to severe cold, cough and lastly UTI. Bea's weight also suffered in the 4 months she has been there she dropped closed to 10 lbs which is scary for a mommy like me. Apparently if she doesnt want to drink milk or even eat they would just let her. Imagine going 8 hrs without food or milk even sleep for a toddler that is not proper. I only found out about this things when she got sick with UTI so I immediately decided to pull her out of that daycare/school.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;This time though I will enroll her on the school program she would go in at 8 am and finish at 11 am or so then I would just pick her up and bring her back to the baby sitter's house so she can still eat properly and take a nap in the afternoon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;3. LEARN NEW THINGS- Bea already knows how to sing ABC, Twinkle Twinkle Little Star and so much more... she also can name the objects that we point and even can name the colors. She can count from 1-20 and can count uno-kinse ( thanks to Dora). This year I want to try to teach her how to wright her name and also the alphabets.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;4. LEARN TO PLAY WITH OTHERS- Since bea is and only child and she is only the one being taken cared of by her baby sitter, once there are new kids to play with she tends to be a little aloof and shy that she would choose just to play all by herself I want her to develop her social skills so this year I vow to bring her out more often and encourage her to play with kids her age.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;5. FULLY POTTY TRAIN- Bea already is potty trained but at night before going to bed I still need to put on a pull-ups just in case of any accidents. There would time she would go on the whole night without even a drop of pee on her pull ups but sometimes ( rarely) she would wake up in the morning with a diaper full of pee which would sometimes leek on her pj and bed. So this year I plan to train her not to pee in bed at night.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;6. VISIT THE DENTIST- The last time I brought bea to the dentist she was hysterical and she refuses to open her mouth for the dentist to have a look at her teeth, so the dentist just prescribed fluoride drops and will have to come back again after she turns 3. We are hopefull that by then she would be more cooperative ( Im crossing my fingers).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;7. OVERCOME FEAR- Bea is in a stage right now that she fears almost anything- she fears santa clause, the mascot for the island (Saipanda), her ball which she is just playing then later she would get freaked out and run to us screaming- I scared, I scared. The list of things she gets scared of are getting longer and longer. Even when she would ask us to go to the beach and swim, she would be afraid the minute we park our car infront of the beach and she would ask us to go home- I would always try to talk to her and let her that there is nothing to be afraid of since she is with mommy and daddy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;8. EATING MORE KINDS OF FOOD- Right now she doesnt eat vegetables with the exception of potato and papaya other than that she doesnt want to eat it. If I let her try to eat a brocolli she would take a bite of it but then as soon as it is her mouth she would gag and out the brocolli go. It is not only vegetables- even pork or beef she doesnt want, chicken she would only eat if it is fried or from mcdonalds other than that she doesnt want to eat. Eggs she would only eat the white part the yolk she would ask us to take out and it is only hard boiled egg, if it si fried she wont eat it. Now she only eats rice with soup, noodles or just the sauce of adobo or menudo/afritada. She is contented in eating those and she wouldnt try something new.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;9. LEARNING TO RIDE A BIKE- Bea has 2 bikes in our house and she likes riding them but we have to push it, we are teaching her how to pedal but the stubborn her wouldnt want to do it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;10.ENJOY LIFE- This year I plan to do just that =).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;How about you what is your New Year's list? Join us evry friday on Mommy Moments.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;More entries just click on the badge.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Happy Friday everyone and have a great weekend ahead!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470398461117386308-7610071278017793278?l=beakoluvko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/feeds/7610071278017793278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/01/mommy-moments-new-years-list.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/7610071278017793278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/7610071278017793278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/01/mommy-moments-new-years-list.html' title='Mommy Moments-New Year&apos;s List'/><author><name>beakoluvko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871413743407282812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Sp3wznk-PeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/B7p6aXtSb7g/S220/1_280587783l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470398461117386308.post-3260161189171385504</id><published>2010-01-07T14:18:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T14:28:46.499+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girl&apos;s talk'/><title type='text'>Girl's Talk-First Crush</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dZuhD04_F3k/Sq27hnp8hGI/AAAAAAAAASE/cFFfRxjepIU/s400/girls+talk+badge.PNG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;It's thursdy once again... time for our girl's talk and this weeks theme is First Crush.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Dyosko! I hope I can still remember who ( had 2 major surgeries requiring anesthesia... hahahhah I'm just explaining the cause of my memory loss).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Well for starters I had a crush when i was 12 or 13 ( i know mejo late bloomer)he is the son of my mother's boss. He is quite cute and he is the same age as me... for me then it was just like in the fairy tale where the rich prince will fall in love to a peasant or to a poor girl. We were not rich but they were so perfect right?.... Dream on girl.. this boy isnt interested in me not even a little bit (the nerve!) but I have to admit i too was an ugly duckling back then I couldnt careless what i was wearing or how I look like I just want to be comfortable. So maybe that explains why he isnt interested in me or maybe because he is just a spoiled brat who is also a mama's boy ( hahahah siraan ba?)..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Anyway that is my share for this weeks theme on Girl's Talk, come and share with us every thursday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;more entries just click on the badge.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Happy thursday everyone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470398461117386308-3260161189171385504?l=beakoluvko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/feeds/3260161189171385504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/01/girls-talk-first-crush.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/3260161189171385504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/3260161189171385504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/01/girls-talk-first-crush.html' title='Girl&apos;s Talk-First Crush'/><author><name>beakoluvko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871413743407282812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Sp3wznk-PeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/B7p6aXtSb7g/S220/1_280587783l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dZuhD04_F3k/Sq27hnp8hGI/AAAAAAAAASE/cFFfRxjepIU/s72-c/girls+talk+badge.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470398461117386308.post-4865996016286247934</id><published>2010-01-06T09:17:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T09:47:24.725+10:00</updated><title type='text'>CC: Most Irritating Habits</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://rodliz.info/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" alt="Rodliz’s Nest" src="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk178/dannyannemj/couplescorner_badge_thumb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Wednesday once again... And this time I am back for good... I am kinda busy at work most of the time and whenever I go hom I would have a very active toddler to tend to.. needless to say I have neglected my blog and my meme's , my apologies.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Anyway I am back..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;For this weeks theme it's Most Irritating Habits.. Hmm where do I start.. I'll just make a list LOL...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Husbands most irritating habits;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;1. Leaving his dirty clothes wherever he take it off ( if he took his shirt off at the living room then you'll find it there and so on)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;2. Snoring..... Oh My Gosh I want to hit him with a pillow everytime he snores out loud that i couldnt sleep.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;3. When he is cooking dinner he would always forget to cook rice So after he is done cooking and we are about to eat we will find out later that we dont have cooked rice :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;4. Always misplacing things.... maybe because he just put it anywhere he feels like it and then he would ask me if Ive seen it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;5. Sleepy.. There are times that we both dont have to work and I would asume that we are taking bea out to have fun but he would just choose to sleep in. So me and bea would just be stuck in our house... there would be times that I would decide to go out and just leave my hubby behind but I want him to spend time with us so I just choose to stay home also (grrrr...)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;6. Leaving his cigarette butts on the bathroom.. I dont mind him smoking but could he atleast throw the cigarette butt in the trash bin? (kakainis)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;7. Being quiet.. There would be times that I have tons of stories or I want to catch up with him but he would just lay down in the couch or the bed and just watch TV and be quiet. Everyday I just have a computer infront me and I have a lot of pent up energy to talk to somebody but most of the time he would just be quiet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;There are a lot more but that is it for now... hehehehe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;My most irritating habits ( from my husband);&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;1. Hot Tempered- especially when I am in the middle of my chores like doing laundry, cleaning and cooking. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;2. Neat Freak-my sister always tell me that I have OCD coz i always want everythign in order.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;3. Impatient-I hate waiting.. I would be in my worst mood if I had to wait 10 minutes or longer for somebody.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;4. Over protective- He says it is a bad thing coz i always over do it when it comes to caring for my bea ( of course any mom can do that right?)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;5. He says this is the most annoying or irritating habit that I have...I dont feel that I deserved anything... I am so happy doing things/ giving to others that I tend to be ashamed if somebody would do the same for me.. even from my husband I always feel I am not worthy ( self pity :( ). Just like week he asked me what I wanted to do for my birthday ( BTW its on the 17th and im turning 31 :) so i told him nothing I just want to go to church and stay at home.. He said he dont want to do that and he asked me if I wanted to have friends come over of course I said NO ( as much as I love my friends, there is something about that day that I want to be just alone)So he said will just go to church then have lunch watch movie and have dinner also.. again I turned down the offer.. I told him it is just a regular day dont worry about it.. so he got irritated and we had a fight because of that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;He told me- I wanted to give you a great birthday coz it is my way of saying thank you for everything that you have done for our family, for me and for bea. It is just a little way for me to thank you but why are you turning it down, for what you have done for us it is not enough but why do you keep on thinking you don't deserve it? I wanted you to have a different life far from what you experienced years back but you keep on looking back to your sad stories. You deserve to be happy on your birthday and while you are with me I will make sure that you wont have a sad birthday story.  I feel sorry to make him feel that way ... I just told him that I will think of something and Ill just let him know...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Well that is our most irritating habits as a couple... How about you? share with us every wednesday. More entries just click on the badge.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470398461117386308-4865996016286247934?l=beakoluvko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/feeds/4865996016286247934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/01/cc-most-irritating-habits.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/4865996016286247934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/4865996016286247934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/01/cc-most-irritating-habits.html' title='CC: Most Irritating Habits'/><author><name>beakoluvko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871413743407282812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Sp3wznk-PeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/B7p6aXtSb7g/S220/1_280587783l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470398461117386308.post-571558284391125022</id><published>2010-01-05T09:07:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T09:26:42.914+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S0J07cfZanI/AAAAAAAAAhU/8BkhoAbcmrw/s1600-h/PC310280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S0J07cfZanI/AAAAAAAAAhU/8BkhoAbcmrw/s320/PC310280.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423025465916484210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy new year to everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been kinda busy lately but keeping up with my meme's and blog is one of my resolution for this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 2010, I wish and pray that our little family will have a new member ( crossing my finger for a boy ), Whew I guess we better start working on that *wink*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bea on the other hand never ceases to amaze us, she now knows a few tagalog words like opo, kalat, tapon, upo and she also understands questions in tagalog when she is being asked like ano ang gusto mo? upo ka dito and much more but she would always answer in english.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also knows how to say what she wants much clearer now... in a straight sentence like... mommy, I hungry I want to eat... LOL. or I want to go to the park.. huh mommy... okay okay? ask dadi ok? Now my days are filled with every little bit of question and stories from my toddler. I can also now ask her to do simple chores like throw trash in the garbage bin... put her dirty clothes in the basket... pick up her toys before going to bed. Hay, how time really flies she would be turning 3 on May 11 and I cant help but miss my fragile and helpless baby ( a more quiet and behave one LOL).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ill be turning a year old this month and I feel old nyahahhaah... But still I am thankful for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ill see you around guys and again Happy New Year.&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/7470398461117386308-571558284391125022?l=beakoluvko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/feeds/571558284391125022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/571558284391125022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/571558284391125022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!!!'/><author><name>beakoluvko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871413743407282812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Sp3wznk-PeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/B7p6aXtSb7g/S220/1_280587783l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/S0J07cfZanI/AAAAAAAAAhU/8BkhoAbcmrw/s72-c/PC310280.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470398461117386308.post-4906784145369852680</id><published>2009-12-21T14:12:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T14:44:49.308+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Santaphobia???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Sy71u5hKtHI/AAAAAAAAAhM/-yas7KS4K5s/s1600-h/PC180086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417537587836007538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Sy71u5hKtHI/AAAAAAAAAhM/-yas7KS4K5s/s320/PC180086.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This year I planned to make a christmas card with bea's picture on it... I read in the local newspaper that Santa Clause will be available for picture taking last Saturday. I thought it would be a great idea if bea can have a picture with Santa Claus to use for our christmas card.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Whenever she would see Santa claus decoration, bea would always say "Look it's Santa Claus ( pronounced somewhat like Santa Klus LOL), even when she sees a movie or TV show that would show Santa Claus, she would say "I wanna see Santa Claus". So everything was planned out, I dressed my bea for a pictorial with Santa Claus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;While we are still at the car she was still excited and then when we went inside DFS and look for Santa's  Sleigh. There was a small line when we arrived so we fixed her hair, her clothes LOL. When it was her turn for a picture, She notice that Santa Claus what indeed alive and moving... she got hysterical and started shouting and crying in fear she was even shaking. We felt so sorry for her we decided not to go thru with the pictorial ( hehehe). We just decided to go window shopping to look for a sale when we were going around the store bea heard santa's bell and saw him walking around the store handing out chocolates... my bea run shouting to her daddy crying... No more Santa claus... No more... I scared... I scared... even the sales ladies at the store felt so sorry for bea because she was really trembling in fear. So we just cut short our trip and just decided to go home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I hope that as time past my bea will outgrow her fear and be ready for a pictorial with Santa claus next year =)..&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/7470398461117386308-4906784145369852680?l=beakoluvko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/feeds/4906784145369852680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2009/12/santaphobia.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/4906784145369852680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/4906784145369852680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2009/12/santaphobia.html' title='Santaphobia???'/><author><name>beakoluvko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871413743407282812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Sp3wznk-PeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/B7p6aXtSb7g/S220/1_280587783l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Sy71u5hKtHI/AAAAAAAAAhM/-yas7KS4K5s/s72-c/PC180086.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470398461117386308.post-4804894299690364651</id><published>2009-12-21T14:00:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T14:10:40.130+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Pixel Bug weekend... sunday swimming</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pixelbug.sassymomslife.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i148.photobucket.com/albums/s12/sassy_mom/PixelBugButton2copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a long time since I joined PB due to a very busy schedule and my crazy boss LOL. Anyway I promise to try and keep up with the postings every week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, last sunday we gave in to my daughter's request to go swimming and take a picture of the pool. Whenever we pass by the resort my daughter would always say, "I wanna go there, go swimming and take picture of bea and swimming". So we allotted the wholeday of sunday just for bea, At first she got scared of the rides but we assured her that there's nothing to be afraid of because daddy is with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Sy7zTQonXdI/AAAAAAAAAhE/USEruxX965w/s1600-h/PC200152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417534913981668818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Sy7zTQonXdI/AAAAAAAAAhE/USEruxX965w/s320/PC200152.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; With daddy playing by the end of the pool.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Sy7zTT9abzI/AAAAAAAAAg8/6wFC4T-xRfI/s1600-h/PC200161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417534914874208050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Sy7zTT9abzI/AAAAAAAAAg8/6wFC4T-xRfI/s320/PC200161.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So happy baby.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Sy7zTPy5TaI/AAAAAAAAAg0/gMUD67mIVFc/s1600-h/PC200114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417534913756351906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Sy7zTPy5TaI/AAAAAAAAAg0/gMUD67mIVFc/s320/PC200114.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now, time to swim..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Sy7zSkpenpI/AAAAAAAAAgs/lewAfKIa10g/s1600-h/PC200110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417534902174129810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Sy7zSkpenpI/AAAAAAAAAgs/lewAfKIa10g/s320/PC200110.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; With mommy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Sy7zSTvl4WI/AAAAAAAAAgk/qPTnpl9rlCg/s1600-h/PC200108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417534897636368738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Sy7zSTvl4WI/AAAAAAAAAgk/qPTnpl9rlCg/s320/PC200108.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Got all tanned up =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How about you how was your weekend. Share with us every monday at pixel bug... more entries just click on the badge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470398461117386308-4804894299690364651?l=beakoluvko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/feeds/4804894299690364651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2009/12/pixel-bug-weekend-sunday-swimming.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/4804894299690364651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/4804894299690364651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2009/12/pixel-bug-weekend-sunday-swimming.html' title='Pixel Bug weekend... sunday swimming'/><author><name>beakoluvko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871413743407282812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Sp3wznk-PeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/B7p6aXtSb7g/S220/1_280587783l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Sy7zTQonXdI/AAAAAAAAAhE/USEruxX965w/s72-c/PC200152.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470398461117386308.post-7840494184240916734</id><published>2009-12-16T09:39:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T10:07:56.453+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Tatay....</title><content type='html'>Whew, I really havent posted anythign lately so I am catching up, Ill catch up with my meme's next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Here is a post I am dedicating to my father....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/SygfOJbJt_I/AAAAAAAAAgM/Fv_qLSD2OgE/s1600-h/PB013373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415612879821453298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/SygfOJbJt_I/AAAAAAAAAgM/Fv_qLSD2OgE/s320/PB013373.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY POPS!!! (this picture was taken when we went home last November).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Growing up I was not close with my father, to us he is the law in our house, he always has the last say with everything and whatever he says we should follow.  But I know deep in my heart he just wants what is best for us, he has this rule in our house that we should not have any boyfriends until we finished college so due to fear from him my sister and I obliged. Looking back I am glad that I did follow him, I was able to graduate from college have a job and when I was ready to have a relationship I was more mature. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As time passes my relationship with my father change form him being my worst fear to being my good friend/pal... Of course I still respect him but the relationship we have now is much more like a friend.. That is one thing I like about him He recognizes the fact that I am a grown up now and I am capable of knowing what is right and wrong. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Who knew that a time will come that one day my father  will ask me if I wanted to drink beer or just laugh at us when we get drunk from our girl's night out and would even give us the secret to avoiding having a hangover... he said to avoid hang over you have to stay drunk LOL... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To you pops... I know I have given you my fair share of disappointments and headaches but thru it all you still have faith in me that one day I will make something of myself. I thank you for loving my bea with every bone in your body even though you only get the chance to spend time with her for a short while. I know you are very proud of bea for knowing your name, knowing what's a balbas and a moustache... you have constantly praised bea for a having a good memory and for having a great self confidence.  And for all the countless praises you bestow on my bea, for your concern whenever i text you if she is sick for your happiness whenever I tell you bea's newest accomplishment and for just always letting me know that though we may be far you still pray for our safety and good health.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For everything tatay... I thank you... I know because of you I am like this... I thank you for everything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/SygfOqPP_XI/AAAAAAAAAgc/YiYFm558YsE/s1600-h/PC140066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415612888629902706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/SygfOqPP_XI/AAAAAAAAAgc/YiYFm558YsE/s320/PC140066.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Like I told you Pops we cooked pancit and chicken for you.... so here is my bea having a bite just for you... Happy Birthday again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/SygfOSba21I/AAAAAAAAAgU/ajjNK42dYTs/s1600-h/PC140064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415612882238495570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/SygfOSba21I/AAAAAAAAAgU/ajjNK42dYTs/s320/PC140064.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pancit and chicken just for you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss you pops and love you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470398461117386308-7840494184240916734?l=beakoluvko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/feeds/7840494184240916734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/SygfOJbJt_I/AAAAAAAAAgM/Fv_qLSD2OgE/s72-c/PB013373.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470398461117386308.post-7218302286317032838</id><published>2009-12-16T09:18:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T09:34:23.301+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Who taught you that?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c651beace629ce1" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0c651beace629ce1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330244469%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2C9EE14D815478D25AE442C072C973A19559AA14.287C77E89A1445F32E2E734BD776AC9F9F7C8146%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc651beace629ce1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D133i23JLvs6HFP8zG4YrH3jb3ek&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0c651beace629ce1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330244469%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2C9EE14D815478D25AE442C072C973A19559AA14.287C77E89A1445F32E2E734BD776AC9F9F7C8146%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc651beace629ce1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D133i23JLvs6HFP8zG4YrH3jb3ek&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;When bea and I went to the Philippines my sister Jo-anne and my Cousin Mary anne taught her this song.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Now she constantly sings it but instead of ALL THE SINGLE LADIES she would pronounce it like ALL THE SIDLES LIDIS hahahhahha anyway she dance while she sings too hahhaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;She also likes to sing the station ID jingle of ABS-CBN ( bro, ikaw ang star ng pasko) whenever she would hear that song she would put on hold whatever she is doing and  would sing and sway with the music ( i will have a video soon i hope )&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470398461117386308-7218302286317032838?l=beakoluvko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=c651beace629ce1&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/feeds/7218302286317032838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2009/12/who-taught-you-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/7218302286317032838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/7218302286317032838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2009/12/who-taught-you-that.html' title='Who taught you that?'/><author><name>beakoluvko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871413743407282812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Sp3wznk-PeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/B7p6aXtSb7g/S220/1_280587783l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470398461117386308.post-5540641880116460079</id><published>2009-12-16T08:59:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T09:17:14.237+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks sister =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;YEY!!! I got a package today from my good friend JOSIE.... and boy was i excited to open my gift.. It was an early christmas gift from my dear friend, We are currently renovating actually redecorating our house to make it more of a home rather than just a place we stay =). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have been constantly babbling my mouth to my dear friend josie on my plan to take out the old blinds which is covering the patio doors. I have made my research and Ive seen curtain panels at walmart that I love but with the christmas rush I know it would be a long time before my order arrive. Good thing my sister josie answered my prayers and thru our countless chats about the curtains she asked me to send her a picture of the styles I want and she could check with the malls at her side and buy for me. WEEEEEEEEEEHHHHHHHHHHH =).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After a couple of days wait.... I got my wish =) ....I so love it... she sent two sets of curtains one in brown and the other one in apple green PLUS she even sent wine glasses for my husband's project -a bar and a christmas dress for my bea... How great it this gal, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anywho here is what she sent me =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/SygVjN224II/AAAAAAAAAgE/CIRot6bhT_A/s1600-h/PC160081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415602246672375938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/SygVjN224II/AAAAAAAAAgE/CIRot6bhT_A/s320/PC160081.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of the curtains she sent, ill take a pic of the other one as soon as I put it up hehehheh... Excuse the mess I have a very active toddler =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/SygVigSGTyI/AAAAAAAAAf8/rcTMIJiW2Ng/s1600-h/PC150077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415602234438602530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/SygVigSGTyI/AAAAAAAAAf8/rcTMIJiW2Ng/s320/PC150077.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wine glasses.... we gave it a try just to make sure it serves its purpose hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/SygViRnFZEI/AAAAAAAAAf0/c_ZGX_n-O7I/s1600-h/PC150071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415602230500090946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/SygViRnFZEI/AAAAAAAAAf0/c_ZGX_n-O7I/s320/PC150071.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;WEEEEEEEEHHHHHHH... I so love it and it goes with the holidays it looks festive hehehehhehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/SygViN1VgvI/AAAAAAAAAfs/Ic7ucg6sSBs/s1600-h/PC150068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415602229486125810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/SygViN1VgvI/AAAAAAAAAfs/Ic7ucg6sSBs/s320/PC150068.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is her happy smile right now.... and this is her way of saying THANKS TITA JOSIE..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To my ever loving bestfriend and sister... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thanks a million mare, you really made my day I appreciate the effort you have given in searching thru each and every store just to be able to find what I want. The gifts will be well treasured together with our friendship. Thanks again and I miss you so much.... love you..&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/7470398461117386308-5540641880116460079?l=beakoluvko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/feeds/5540641880116460079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2009/12/thanks-sister.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/5540641880116460079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/5540641880116460079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2009/12/thanks-sister.html' title='Thanks sister =)'/><author><name>beakoluvko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871413743407282812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Sp3wznk-PeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/B7p6aXtSb7g/S220/1_280587783l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/SygVjN224II/AAAAAAAAAgE/CIRot6bhT_A/s72-c/PC160081.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470398461117386308.post-1563705822397580914</id><published>2009-12-02T13:34:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T13:37:48.149+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bea'/><title type='text'>Here's something to brighten your day... it made my day.. =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/SxXgxocjBLI/AAAAAAAAAfk/OUdS5c8B91w/s1600-h/PB303878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410477670630884530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/SxXgxocjBLI/AAAAAAAAAfk/OUdS5c8B91w/s320/PB303878.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so busy at the office right now but whenever i feel stressed our i just look at my laptop screen and i would have a smile on my face. I took this pic last monday I told my daughter that I would take a picture of her and send it to my parents and she said mommy pose like this.. awwww how kikay di ba....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a nice day everyone...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470398461117386308-1563705822397580914?l=beakoluvko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/feeds/1563705822397580914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2009/12/heres-something-to-brightern-your-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/1563705822397580914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/1563705822397580914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2009/12/heres-something-to-brightern-your-day.html' title='Here&apos;s something to brighten your day... it made my day.. =)'/><author><name>beakoluvko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871413743407282812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Sp3wznk-PeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/B7p6aXtSb7g/S220/1_280587783l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/SxXgxocjBLI/AAAAAAAAAfk/OUdS5c8B91w/s72-c/PB303878.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470398461117386308.post-8548045877053985206</id><published>2009-12-02T11:27:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T13:21:00.395+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='couples corner'/><title type='text'>Couple's Corner- Kiss and Make up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://rodliz.info/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" alt="Rodliz’s Nest" src="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk178/dannyannemj/couplescorner_badge_thumb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;For this weeks theme on couple's corner it is kiss and make up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Whenever my husband and I would have misunderstandings I would just shut up and try not to talk to him. I just want to have silence in the moments that I feel hurt, angry or disrespected. Used to be he would constantly bug me and asked what is the problem and why I am angry/mad but thru the years he learned that it is better for us to have a period of silence, since it is no use if we talk with each other while we are  still on the height of anger and pain.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;So like I said on my previous post there would be nights that we would be sleeping on the ends of our bed just to avoid sleeping together LOL, but in the mornign when my husband wake up he would hug me and kiss me and say he is sorry and asked if we could be friends again. So what the heck we will be friends and a little more than that.... hahahahha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;And on the rare occassions that I will be still mad and would still ignore him and go to the office without talking and saying goodbye, I would wish that someone would just deliver flowers to my office with a note saying he is sorry.... BUT that is just wishful thinking he is not that kind of a guy, but he would eventually call and asked me if I am still mad and if I am he would say he is sorry again and asked if we could be friends again heheheehhe....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;It is always nice for my husband to realize one rule in our relationship- it is " I am always right and it is always his fault". LOL, kidding aside on the occassion that I made the mistake and I caused him to get angry of course at first I would be stubborn enough to get mad and even acknowledge that it is my fault but then when I see his face looking all  angry and hurt I get to realize that maybe ( maybe pa no) I did something bad, So i swallow my pride and say my apologies. Then I would kiss him and give him a big reward *wink*.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;How about you how do you kiss and make up with your hubby. Share with us every wednesday on Couple's Corner. More entries just click on the badge.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470398461117386308-8548045877053985206?l=beakoluvko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/feeds/8548045877053985206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2009/12/couples-corner-kiss-and-make-up.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/8548045877053985206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/8548045877053985206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2009/12/couples-corner-kiss-and-make-up.html' title='Couple&apos;s Corner- Kiss and Make up'/><author><name>beakoluvko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871413743407282812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Sp3wznk-PeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/B7p6aXtSb7g/S220/1_280587783l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470398461117386308.post-1237607291088403428</id><published>2009-11-27T10:04:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T10:22:01.260+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girl&apos;s talk'/><title type='text'>Girl's Talk-Fave Gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nikoganda.com/search/label/Girls%20Talk/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dZuhD04_F3k/Sq27hnp8hGI/AAAAAAAAASE/cFFfRxjepIU/s400/girls+talk+badge.PNG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;For thsi weeks topic on Girl's Talk it is our Fave Gifts.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Hmmmm. I am not really fond of Gifts, I prefer receiving a hand written letter on my birthdays or any special occassions. I find it much more meaningful and I treasure it the most.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I still receive gifts from my husband though, he said he is not into writing stuff and he is not very good at it. He wouls usually give me jewelries ( rings, earrings, necklace and more) but I am not into wearing jewelries with the exception of a watch and earrings.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The most recent gift I received that I treasue the most is my Laptop, It is a Sony vaio and i got the liberty of choosing the color and specs.  I tried uploading a pic but my camera run out of battery.  It is midnight blue in color and has a cloth like texture- I would have chosen a much more girly color but I knew I would get tired of that color in a short time so I choose a more classic color.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;How about you what is your fave gift. Join us every Thursday on Girl's talk.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470398461117386308-1237607291088403428?l=beakoluvko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/feeds/1237607291088403428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2009/11/girls-talk-fave-gift.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/1237607291088403428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/1237607291088403428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2009/11/girls-talk-fave-gift.html' title='Girl&apos;s Talk-Fave Gift'/><author><name>beakoluvko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871413743407282812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Sp3wznk-PeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/B7p6aXtSb7g/S220/1_280587783l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dZuhD04_F3k/Sq27hnp8hGI/AAAAAAAAASE/cFFfRxjepIU/s72-c/girls+talk+badge.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470398461117386308.post-714022589924845957</id><published>2009-11-25T10:37:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T11:16:42.241+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Couple's Corner- First Misunderstanding</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://rodliz.info/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" alt="Rodliz’s Nest" src="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk178/dannyannemj/couplescorner_badge_thumb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;For this week topic on Couple's Corner it is about our Firs Misunderstanding....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Before my husband and I got married we are already living with each other for more than a year already. Since both of our families are in the Philippines with the exception of my Mother who is also working here at that time, we got the liberty of doing our own thing and just living the way we wanted to live. My husband is already used to my mother while I only get to talk to my soon to be MIL just once in a while over the phone, I must say I had a great impression on MIL =).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Then we had to come home to fulfill out promise to my father of getting married in Church, It is also my first tiem to be meeting my husband's entire family for a long time and We are already on the final stages of preparing for the wedding. Talk about having the shock of my life. Dont get me wrong.. I stil believe that they are great person and they like me for their son ( At least I hope so). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Imagine being treated as if you are the enemy to their whole clan.... To them I am the evil-witch who took away their beloved son from them. I told my hubby how I felt but he just ignored me and said I am being paranoid... he goes on saying thay they love me... Hah... really? then why then that his mom is competing with me on taking care of him? During our stay in their place his mom and I were like competing for my hubby's attention. Imagine my MIL giving my husband a cup of cofee which SHE MADE when she already knew that I made one earlier.. His mom preparing his clothes to wear after hes done with his bath. ( The nerve going thru our suitcase.... It is also where I keep my things and I have a thing of keeping my things personal). It is just a constant battle that is stressing me out.  I have told my husband how i feel about it but he just ignored me again and ask me to just let his mom be. So finally I just decided to shut up and dont talk to anybody and when I don't talk my husband will get mad and he would constantly asked me what did he do to make me get mad. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I feel so alone while I am at their place, All the things we buy for them or give each one of his relatives, my MIL will specifically insist that it is from HER SON. She cannot even recognized the fact that I too am workign and I also earn a decent amount of money. But to her It is all from his SON'S POCKET every night I am there I am crying myself to sleep and my hubby just ignored my feelign and he said he doesnt want to hurt his mom's feelings just because I feel uneasy ( THE NERVE OF THIS MAN.... anyway i realized he has a point.. it has been 5 years since he saw his mom and he just wants to have a great time with her even just for a short time). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;So really our first misunderstanding is just an issue of being accepted and respected. If only a person would base her decision of marrying a person just on family/relatives I would have backed out on our wedding already but then in a marriage it is only Him and I and nobody else matters. Plus we would be going back here in Saipan and live far from them LOL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Up until now I am still waiting for the day that my in-laws would realize the fact that I am contributing to the welfare of their Son and I am the best decision that he has ever taken in his entire life... HAHAHHA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;In the more than 7 years that we had been togethe we had gone thru a lot of misunderstandings.. sometimes we just go on for day's without talking ( well at least I can go on that long-mu hubby cannot stand a  day without talking to me). We would have times that we sleep at the far end of the bed just to avoid sleeping together (LOL) but as soon as we wake up my hubby would say he is sorry and he would say Can we be friends again? Hahaha so We will be and more than that ...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;How about you share with us your story just click on the badge and join us every wednesday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470398461117386308-714022589924845957?l=beakoluvko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/feeds/714022589924845957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2009/11/couples-corner-first-misunderstanding.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/714022589924845957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/714022589924845957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2009/11/couples-corner-first-misunderstanding.html' title='Couple&apos;s Corner- First Misunderstanding'/><author><name>beakoluvko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871413743407282812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Sp3wznk-PeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/B7p6aXtSb7g/S220/1_280587783l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470398461117386308.post-6340229067195526767</id><published>2009-11-24T09:32:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T09:44:33.126+10:00</updated><title type='text'>PBW- father daughter bonding</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pixelbug.sassymomslife.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i148.photobucket.com/albums/s12/sassy_mom/PixelBug3copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/SwsdYa3doeI/AAAAAAAAAfc/ouEEYpQPw24/s1600/PB193865.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 301px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407448082954428898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/SwsdYa3doeI/AAAAAAAAAfc/ouEEYpQPw24/s320/PB193865.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It is been a long time since I joined Pixel Bug but I am now back LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I am a day late in posting-blame it on the unending paperworks that needs to be done everyday eversince I came back from my so-called vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as my previous post indicated, last Friday a selfless man brought so much fear and sadness all through the island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband and I decided that we just spend the weekend at our home where we can be safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I captured a rare moment between my hubby and daughter while they are playing around...It is the first time that bea willingly posed with her dad for a picture. Usually my daughter will play with her dad for a while then just suddenly she will get irritated with her dad and ask him to stop bothering her LOL... she will even ask her dad to sit in a spot a way from her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is still good to see they had lots of fun tickling each other-for my hubby's part bea keeps on jumping on his tummy and keeps on hitting him and bitting him... poor hubby but i think he still enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about you how was your weekend? Join us every monday on pixel bug and share us how your weekend went. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470398461117386308-6340229067195526767?l=beakoluvko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/feeds/6340229067195526767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2009/11/pbw-father-daughter-bonding.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/6340229067195526767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/6340229067195526767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2009/11/pbw-father-daughter-bonding.html' title='PBW- father daughter bonding'/><author><name>beakoluvko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871413743407282812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Sp3wznk-PeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/B7p6aXtSb7g/S220/1_280587783l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/SwsdYa3doeI/AAAAAAAAAfc/ouEEYpQPw24/s72-c/PB193865.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470398461117386308.post-5475945388227692695</id><published>2009-11-23T13:59:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T14:03:55.553+10:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY NIKO....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/SwoIzfF0E2I/AAAAAAAAAfM/ZaYA0qSc3e8/s1600/NIKOBDAY3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407143983223935842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/SwoIzfF0E2I/AAAAAAAAAfM/ZaYA0qSc3e8/s320/NIKOBDAY3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(THANKS TO MOMMY PEHPOT FOR THE NICE IMAGE )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To the first person who ever welcomed me into the blogniverse HAPPY BIRTHDAY.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;May the Lord bless you with much happiness today and forever....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470398461117386308-5475945388227692695?l=beakoluvko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/feeds/5475945388227692695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-birthday-niko.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/5475945388227692695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/5475945388227692695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-birthday-niko.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY NIKO....'/><author><name>beakoluvko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871413743407282812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Sp3wznk-PeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/B7p6aXtSb7g/S220/1_280587783l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/SwoIzfF0E2I/AAAAAAAAAfM/ZaYA0qSc3e8/s72-c/NIKOBDAY3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470398461117386308.post-8195695975222655205</id><published>2009-11-23T08:52:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T09:33:44.576+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tragedy'/><title type='text'>How can one person be capable of inflicting so much harm</title><content type='html'>On friday, the whole island of Saipan was shaken by a Tragic news...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One gun man open fired killing five including himself, injuring almost 9 person in a shooting rampage. As news develops it turns out that the shooting was planned... I can't imagine how one person can do so much damage and leave so much sadness with just a selfless act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's troubling is he killed and injured children during his rampage... one girl who survived after being shot in the chest was supposed to celebrate her birhtday that day, her mom was out shopping for things to be used on her birthday, unfortunately that day, the gunman who was working at a shooting range close to their home open fire on her family killing his father, uncle, cousin and even her 2 year old sister... Imagine what a birthday memory that incident will leave the girl. The girl's mom is also pregnant with her first son... but how can you celebrate life if in an instant you lost your husband and your baby girl just because of a selfless man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I for one can never imagine how much pain loosing your child and husband like that while your taking care of an injured daughter..... My heart goes out for the victims of the tragedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me particulary on that day, I was not feeling well so i took the day off, I told my self just to sleep the whole afternoon before I pick up bea from the babysitter.. Around 3 pm I received a call from my husband asking me to pick up bea from the baby sitter house, at that time there where a lot of speculations that their are armed men going throughout the island just shooting randomly, my heart stopped at that time.. Bea's babysitter's house is near a school and with the recent shooting rampage happenign in schools especially in the Mainland I can't help myself but to worry. I drove as fast as I could but also with much fear that I may come accross this shooter's . Thank God My daughter is safe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray for all the victims of this tragedy especially those who have lost their loved ones.. May God be your strength and light in this times of darkness and sadness...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470398461117386308-8195695975222655205?l=beakoluvko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/feeds/8195695975222655205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2009/11/how-can-one-person-be-capable-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/8195695975222655205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/8195695975222655205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2009/11/how-can-one-person-be-capable-of.html' title='How can one person be capable of inflicting so much harm'/><author><name>beakoluvko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871413743407282812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Sp3wznk-PeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/B7p6aXtSb7g/S220/1_280587783l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470398461117386308.post-2463913842727464571</id><published>2009-11-19T09:17:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T09:29:31.665+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girl&apos;s talk'/><title type='text'>Girl's Talk-fave past time</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nikoganda.com/search/label/Girls%20Talk/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dZuhD04_F3k/Sq27hnp8hGI/AAAAAAAAASE/cFFfRxjepIU/s400/girls+talk+badge.PNG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yey... it's Thursday once again and wheww I am sure glad I am back on my routine =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For this week's theme on GT it's our favorite past time....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I love reading.... just about anything that interest me (last book I read was "My sister's keeper")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I used to cross-stitch but with my hectic schedule right now I dont have enough time to finish one... but soon i'll get back to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I love internet shopping.... I really don't have time to window shop and prices here in the island are way higher than internet prices so I usually do my shopping over the internet..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Blogging is my new fave past time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cooking and Baking is another past time that I Love... when I am in the kitchen nobody else should be there except if I need help ( It irritates me when while I'm cooking somebody is at my back and watching over what I am doing )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And most of all my fave past time right now is just spending my free time with my daughter and husband..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;How about you share with us your fave past time. Just click on the badge and join us every thursday at Girl's Talk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470398461117386308-2463913842727464571?l=beakoluvko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/feeds/2463913842727464571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2009/11/girls-talk-fave-past-time.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/2463913842727464571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/2463913842727464571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2009/11/girls-talk-fave-past-time.html' title='Girl&apos;s Talk-fave past time'/><author><name>beakoluvko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871413743407282812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Sp3wznk-PeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/B7p6aXtSb7g/S220/1_280587783l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dZuhD04_F3k/Sq27hnp8hGI/AAAAAAAAASE/cFFfRxjepIU/s72-c/girls+talk+badge.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470398461117386308.post-7062767500807903031</id><published>2009-11-18T14:00:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T14:47:43.747+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='couples corner'/><title type='text'>Our First Year Together....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/SwN7Dh2hrHI/AAAAAAAAAfE/if0MsO9XteU/s1600/couplescorner_badge_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 129px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 129px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405299278331620466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/SwN7Dh2hrHI/AAAAAAAAAfE/if0MsO9XteU/s320/couplescorner_badge_thumb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;At last, I can join my weekly meme's Hooray.... for this weeks theme at Couple's Corner it is our First Year as Husband and wives...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well for starter it wasnt easy... LOL, Imagine being with a stranger 24/7 heheh just kidding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kidding aside our first year together was full of ups and downs... it is the stage where you really get to know each other very well. All your inhibitions with each other would be gone just by getting married.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For us particulary our, First year together as husband and wife was made more difficult by the fact that a few days before our wedding in the Philippines, I was diagnosed with PCOD ( polycystic ovarian disease) what a great wedding gift =(. There I was wanting to start our new life with the man of my dreams hoping that someday we would have our own little family..Then with just a couple of test and ultrasound.... the doctor said... I am sorry to tell you this but you would be having a great difficulty getting pregnant and the chances of having a child is remote even with the help of medicine....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We started our first year together on a rough start....I keep hiding my true feelings that I feel incomplete and I just pretended that I am alright. Little did I know that he knew deep inside I am a wreck... He knew from the start that I wanted to be a MOM.... probably because I have promised myself to be a great mother to my child... that I wont be like my own mother.... that I would be better...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Being infertile, lessens your self confidence... at times you would feel as if your worthless.. that you are not complete... you always look at your self as subsidiary and not worth it.... Having faced with this issue I must say It has affected our marriage life greatly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;At one point my husband told me ( while I am in my self pity mode)- I wished I never married you.... Maybe then you wont feel more pressured to give me a child... maybe then you would see that I am here and what's more important is the life we make together ... you and I, I never said that I would marry you just to have kids... I married you because I want to spend my life with you and not what you can give me... He goes on begging... Please baby, just for once... think of how great we are together before we knew of your condition... how much we have fun.. how much love we gave each other... how blissbul life was.. He even said, if it is really hard for you to go on with this marriage and if it would really make your life miserable just thinking of what we dont have rather than what we have right now, I think it is best if we separate and give each other freedom ( Gusto pa ko idivorce on our first year together heheheh).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well that was my wake up call, that night I think about what he has said and I just prayed to God that if I can't be a mom just help me to be a better wife. After almost a year of self pity, I woke up and see how much God blessed me with a wonderful guy who was willing to accept me with all my imperfections and who is still willing to spend his whole life with me ( with or without a kid).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Our first year may not be perfect but I believe it was the start of a deeper relationship with my husband. One that is past the honeymoon stage, realizing that this man would be my forever, the one who would always be at my side no matter what and who loves me more than his life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We may have started at the wrong side but I think we would catch up and finish on top =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470398461117386308-7062767500807903031?l=beakoluvko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/feeds/7062767500807903031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2009/11/our-first-year-together.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/7062767500807903031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/7062767500807903031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2009/11/our-first-year-together.html' title='Our First Year Together....'/><author><name>beakoluvko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871413743407282812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Sp3wznk-PeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/B7p6aXtSb7g/S220/1_280587783l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/SwN7Dh2hrHI/AAAAAAAAAfE/if0MsO9XteU/s72-c/couplescorner_badge_thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470398461117386308.post-8784770849506791110</id><published>2009-11-16T14:09:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T14:18:49.544+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Im Back =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/SwDQwjauUDI/AAAAAAAAAe8/L4pMvqPmBBc/s1600/1luv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 188px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404549085404221490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/SwDQwjauUDI/AAAAAAAAAe8/L4pMvqPmBBc/s320/1luv.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yey! finally I am home... it is good to be home at last.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We arrived here in Saipan yesterday at 2 am, Thankfully my bea slept all thru our flight, we had to take 3 plane rides from manila on the way to saipan and with all those 3 bea slept all thru the flight which is good for me heheheh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway she is better now at least she was seen by a great doctor who specializes on kidneys and stuff ( i think they call those doctors nephralogist... i forgot hehehhe blame it on jet lag).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bea enjoyed Philippines so much.... she was the queen there that anything she touches becomes her own.... She was very bossy and a lot of times I give her time out but whenever I do she would wail her heart out and out comes her rescuers.... they would ask me not to scold her and just let her be. Even when she gets to the point of hitting my 7 yr. old niece because she wants to get her toys of things my relatives even my sister would tell my niece just to get out of bea's way so as not to make her angry. She was definitely spoiled in the Philippines and I think she knows that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a great time in the philippines expecially bea... she got to see the Manila zoo and Mall of Asia... and everyday we get to go to the mall...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ill have more post and pics as soon as i shake off my jet lag LOL...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im just so glad to be back...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470398461117386308-8784770849506791110?l=beakoluvko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/feeds/8784770849506791110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-back.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/8784770849506791110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/8784770849506791110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-back.html' title='Im Back =)'/><author><name>beakoluvko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871413743407282812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Sp3wznk-PeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/B7p6aXtSb7g/S220/1_280587783l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/SwDQwjauUDI/AAAAAAAAAe8/L4pMvqPmBBc/s72-c/1luv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470398461117386308.post-8209190587041824507</id><published>2009-11-11T12:25:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T12:30:09.172+10:00</updated><title type='text'>im in the philippines!!! oh and im almost going back</title><content type='html'>To all my blogging friends Im sorry that I have not been able to update my blog. I bought SMART BRO to use with my laptop but it is longer to connect than a dial up c0onnection. And if im lucky to get a connection it would be super slow that i cannot even read my email. GRRRRRRRRRRRR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my bea is better now she is happy as can be.... We will be going back to our home this saturday we will be arriving on Saipan at 1:20 am Sunday... Can wait to go back to my old routine... I feel bored here not being able to go to work and stuff... LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I will miss most after I start working again is the chance to be with my bea 24/7 it feels great to be there for her all the time.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then my blogging friends... I will be back soon =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to niko, mommy liz and clarissa for your message..... I am sure glad bea is fine now... I will have lots of blogs about our trip...... Till then.... MWAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470398461117386308-8209190587041824507?l=beakoluvko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/feeds/8209190587041824507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-in-philippines-oh-and-im-almost.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/8209190587041824507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/8209190587041824507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-in-philippines-oh-and-im-almost.html' title='im in the philippines!!! oh and im almost going back'/><author><name>beakoluvko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871413743407282812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Sp3wznk-PeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/B7p6aXtSb7g/S220/1_280587783l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470398461117386308.post-3859697151437396339</id><published>2009-10-30T15:08:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T15:17:10.115+10:00</updated><title type='text'>BREAK...</title><content type='html'>as my previous post have stated my daughter and I will be going back to philippines to seek further treatment and find our what made her sick. As i write my blog entry now, we are in nagoya japan... we have to wait here for 8 hrs. welll 3 hrs. down 5 more to go....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to extend my apologies to mommy liz, niko and mommy cris for not joining our meme for this week and i think i wont be able to join until I come back to saipan on november 14, 2009....... Ill try to catch up as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter is happy.... she has been very hyper active on the plane and she thinks we were still on ground while we were airborne she keeps on saying "I Want to play in slide" hehehhe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got scared though everytime we encounter turbulence..... it is a very bumpy ride....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.... she still seemed happy......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we would be arriving in the philippines at 11:15 this evening I hope my bea just sleep thru the flight.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470398461117386308-3859697151437396339?l=beakoluvko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/feeds/3859697151437396339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2009/10/break.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/3859697151437396339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/3859697151437396339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2009/10/break.html' title='BREAK...'/><author><name>beakoluvko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871413743407282812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Sp3wznk-PeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/B7p6aXtSb7g/S220/1_280587783l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470398461117386308.post-4666737690050901918</id><published>2009-10-26T16:59:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T17:36:55.520+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bea'/><title type='text'>Update on my Bea</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My bea feels better now... at least she doesnt cry anymore whenever she pees- NO MORE AWIE. Last night we had no choice but to rush her to the Emergency Room since she woke up in her sleep crying and shouting AWIE... apparently she is peeing... Really hard for any mother to see thier child in pain.  After spending 4 hours in the Ememrgency Room ( that is why I am hesistant to go to the only hospital here in Saipan, not that there are a lot of patient in the Emergency room- the Hospital is short in Doctors), I prefer going to a private clinic but since bea could not stand the pain anymore we did not have a choice but to go to the hospital. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When we reached the hospital bea is already developing a fever and she is very fussy. They had her urine tested and they gave her a bitter paracetamol which made her vomit ( My frustration level getting higher). I requested for an alternate medicine but the nurse said that is all they have. ( GRRRRRRR). If only my daughter can still manage to wait until monday so we just have to go to a private clinic, but since she is not I had to hold my temper. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After 4 hours ( note that 85% of it was just waiting for a doctor to see us), we were given antibiotics for bea to take 2x a day for the next 7 days. Thankfully after her initial dose, she slept thru the night ( oh, we came home at 2 am already).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Since I am not that confident also with the health care in this island ( like most of the residents here), my husband and I decided that bea needs to have a General check up and we can only avail of that thru off island treatments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, bea and I will be coming home to the Philippines on Oct. 30, 2009 we will be arriving in Manila at 11:15 pm and from there go straight to Baguio City. Although it is a bittersweet come back I am still glad that bea will be able to see her grandparents and all my relatives. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am so nervous going home since we have to go to Nagoya Japan for a 7 hrs and 40 minutes stop over before we can reach manila. I just hope bea can endure the long flight and she behaves the entire time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My husband will be staying behind since he is busy with his work and I have finished my tax reports due at the end of the month I have more time to spare than he is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It is so hard for a mom at times like this.... but I will do anything just for my princess to get better...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am asking all of you for your prayers that my bea will have a good result on her check up in the Philippines and that No more typhoon will come.. Thanks in advance..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470398461117386308-4666737690050901918?l=beakoluvko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/feeds/4666737690050901918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2009/10/update-on-my-bea.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/4666737690050901918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/4666737690050901918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2009/10/update-on-my-bea.html' title='Update on my Bea'/><author><name>beakoluvko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871413743407282812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Sp3wznk-PeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/B7p6aXtSb7g/S220/1_280587783l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470398461117386308.post-4176219458890271369</id><published>2009-10-26T02:06:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T02:18:07.857+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pixel bug'/><title type='text'>pixel bug weekend-relaxing at the beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pixelbug.sassymomslife.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i148.photobucket.com/albums/s12/sassy_mom/PixelBug3copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Monday everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its another week for our pixel bug. My week started okay but then later on the day I noticed my bea having pain while urinating. She keeps on saying AWIE ( her term for ouch) with scream really scary and heart breaking seeing her so helpless. It really brings me to tears just looking at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway that morning we went to the beach to play in the sand. here are some of our pics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/SuR4es0x4JI/AAAAAAAAAe0/q9DnbbDWW80/s1600-h/PA243136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396570722320638098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/SuR4es0x4JI/AAAAAAAAAe0/q9DnbbDWW80/s320/PA243136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See how happy we started our week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/SuR4eV4A-II/AAAAAAAAAes/qxuev0PfZVg/s1600-h/PA243135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396570716160194690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/SuR4eV4A-II/AAAAAAAAAes/qxuev0PfZVg/s320/PA243135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sunken Old Japanese Tank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/SuR4eF9JutI/AAAAAAAAAek/mG4a1WqsXiY/s1600-h/PA243138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396570711886772946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/SuR4eF9JutI/AAAAAAAAAek/mG4a1WqsXiY/s320/PA243138.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our masterpiece =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/SuR4dvDmJZI/AAAAAAAAAec/k5HHxtI6CGg/s1600-h/PA243144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396570705739785618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/SuR4dvDmJZI/AAAAAAAAAec/k5HHxtI6CGg/s320/PA243144.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I missed that smile the whole weekend....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How about you how was your weekend? share with us every Monday. Click on the badge for more entries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470398461117386308-4176219458890271369?l=beakoluvko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/feeds/4176219458890271369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2009/10/pixel-bug-weekend-relaxing-at-beach.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/4176219458890271369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/4176219458890271369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2009/10/pixel-bug-weekend-relaxing-at-beach.html' title='pixel bug weekend-relaxing at the beach'/><author><name>beakoluvko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871413743407282812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Sp3wznk-PeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/B7p6aXtSb7g/S220/1_280587783l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/SuR4es0x4JI/AAAAAAAAAe0/q9DnbbDWW80/s72-c/PA243136.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470398461117386308.post-8360616216555054712</id><published>2009-10-23T11:16:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T13:28:50.217+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mommy moments'/><title type='text'>MOMMY MOMMENTS- TANTRUMS TANTRUMS TANTRUMS!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/SuEGo62uCmI/AAAAAAAAAeM/ubSXsHibtC4/s1600-h/PA173080.JPG"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mommyjourney.com/search/label/Mommy%20Moments" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="mommy moments" src="http://i471.photobucket.com/albums/rr71/mommyjourney/mommymoments.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Friday Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its another day for our Mommy Momments and for this weeks topic it's the dreaded tantrums. My bea has bouts of tantrums almost everyday probably because she is in her terrible two's phase ( hehehehe). Whenever she wants something she cries... even before I can understand what she wants she is already wailing her heart out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It is hard for parents expecially mommies to deal with tantrums... I for one gets crazy whenever my sweet angel throws her tantrum fits. At times Ill just be quiet and ignore her then she will stop but most of the time if you ignore her she will cry more.... if you console her she will cry even more ..... It is a constant battle dealing with tantrums. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What usually works for bea is when I Yell at her and warn her that if she doesnt behave she would have to go to time out... she hates being placed on a corner (LOL). But sometimes that doesnt work also... That will be the time I would really be quiet and just look at her in the eye and dont say a word.. she would know by then that I am M_A_D and it is time for her to stop whinning... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What I love about my daughter is after her tantrum fits she would come to me and kiss me and say Mommy... sorry... &lt;/p&gt;I still have a long way to go before my daughter outgrews this toddler stage and I am thinking by that time I would already have a full head of gray hair... lucky if I dont get bald by that time LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my bea last saturday, she was asking for ice cream before she even ate her lunch.. of course I said NO.... I was scolding her that is why she looks like this ... I posted this pic on my friendster account and my dad who saw this pic immediately texted me and asked why I am making my daughter cry ( Hay, Grandparents!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/SuEGfE9LXpI/AAAAAAAAAeE/8AYl5XNsidE/s1600-h/PA173078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395600959542615698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/SuEGfE9LXpI/AAAAAAAAAeE/8AYl5XNsidE/s320/PA173078.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; almost......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/SuEGe0pBMRI/AAAAAAAAAd8/-X1Mskj6i1o/s1600-h/PA173080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395600955163095314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/SuEGe0pBMRI/AAAAAAAAAd8/-X1Mskj6i1o/s320/PA173080.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and there you go........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 313px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 232px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395630047096850530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/SuEg8MihyGI/AAAAAAAAAeU/mguhR8yDZP4/s320/PA173081.JPG" /&gt;That's really how she cries... tears falling down like river.... shouting like we are on top of the mountain.... Really make me crazy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about you how does your kids show their tantrum fits? Share with us on Mommy Momments...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more pls click on the badge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470398461117386308-8360616216555054712?l=beakoluvko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/feeds/8360616216555054712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2009/10/mommy-momments-tantrums-tantrums.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/8360616216555054712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/8360616216555054712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2009/10/mommy-momments-tantrums-tantrums.html' title='MOMMY MOMMENTS- TANTRUMS TANTRUMS TANTRUMS!!!!'/><author><name>beakoluvko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871413743407282812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Sp3wznk-PeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/B7p6aXtSb7g/S220/1_280587783l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/SuEGfE9LXpI/AAAAAAAAAeE/8AYl5XNsidE/s72-c/PA173078.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470398461117386308.post-2587891944398485404</id><published>2009-10-22T15:40:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T15:51:48.323+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girl&apos;s talk'/><title type='text'>Girl's Talk- Favorite Dress</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nikoganda.com/search/label/Girls%20Talk/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dZuhD04_F3k/Sq27hnp8hGI/AAAAAAAAASE/cFFfRxjepIU/s400/girls+talk+badge.PNG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Oh my, It's thursday already? Im a little happy that the week is almost over but at the same time a little bit hesitant to enjoy my weekend knowing that on monday will be the same hectic work week for me. The good news is, Tax reports are due next friday, so after that week, I can continue my bloghopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all those who left comments... THANK YOU FOR TAKING THE TIME TO READ MY BLOG.... I so love you... Promise i'll get back to you as soon as I am free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, It's another week for our Girl's Talk and this week we get to talk about our fave dresses.  When I am working in the office I usually would wear black trousers and a blouse, or sometimes whenever I feel like it I would wear a simple dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of my dresses.... It is simple but it is super comfy =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/St_wkcae7GI/AAAAAAAAAds/no1reyMdJdY/s1600-h/0082401427484_215X215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 215px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395295387506371682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/St_wkcae7GI/AAAAAAAAAds/no1reyMdJdY/s320/0082401427484_215X215.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/St_wkAsHfiI/AAAAAAAAAdk/77ViaNKdcOg/s1600-h/0082401427397_215X215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 215px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395295380064140834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/St_wkAsHfiI/AAAAAAAAAdk/77ViaNKdcOg/s320/0082401427397_215X215.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/St_wj0p4wEI/AAAAAAAAAdc/hUPqO3xMwgg/s1600-h/0009933827483_215X215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 215px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395295376833560642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/St_wj0p4wEI/AAAAAAAAAdc/hUPqO3xMwgg/s320/0009933827483_215X215.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/St_wjgVIX8I/AAAAAAAAAdU/tun106MoKE8/s1600-h/dsc01245ae1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 223px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395295371377795010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/St_wjgVIX8I/AAAAAAAAAdU/tun106MoKE8/s320/dsc01245ae1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Above picture is what I would usually wear at home, my ever favorite DUSTER ( sun dress- philippine version. LOL) It is roomy and comfortable expecially fitting in this hot weather in our tiny island... I intended to take a picture of the ones I have at home but it would be a disgrace to show them here... They have already served their purpose and went way beyond.. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy us at Girl's talk every thursday and get the chance to bond with us Girl's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More entries just click on the badge. &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/7470398461117386308-2587891944398485404?l=beakoluvko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/feeds/2587891944398485404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2009/10/girls-talk-favorite-dress.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/2587891944398485404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/2587891944398485404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2009/10/girls-talk-favorite-dress.html' title='Girl&apos;s Talk- Favorite Dress'/><author><name>beakoluvko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871413743407282812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Sp3wznk-PeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/B7p6aXtSb7g/S220/1_280587783l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dZuhD04_F3k/Sq27hnp8hGI/AAAAAAAAASE/cFFfRxjepIU/s72-c/girls+talk+badge.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470398461117386308.post-5602404269158276270</id><published>2009-10-20T22:38:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T16:24:11.093+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='couples corner'/><title type='text'>Couple's Corner-The first time we met/dined out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/St6m8k1wF2I/AAAAAAAAAdM/wThtyzD9jms/s1600-h/couplescorner_badge1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 125px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 125px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394932963247920994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/St6m8k1wF2I/AAAAAAAAAdM/wThtyzD9jms/s320/couplescorner_badge1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cdiv%3E%3Ca%20href="&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394660958303201266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/St2vjzdUp_I/AAAAAAAAAdE/tfsVxQcucR8/s320/P3310040.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Happy wednesday everyone! It is time again for our couples corner and this week we get to share our experience about the first time we met /dined out with our partners.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I met my husband was around February of 2002, that time I am just about a few months here in Saipan. My mother at that time was in the Philippines to fix a problem we had with my sister ( she got pregnant and my dad who lives with her doesnt have any idea about her condition). It was lonely being alone in our room at the company provided barracks for my mom ( I used to share a room with her), but i took that time to learn how to live independently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I am just new with the company, I was from time to time being assigned to the different business activities of the company. At that time I was assigned at the video shop since the clerk in charge did not report for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can remember vividly how my prince charming entered the video shop, he was wearing a red shirt which was their uniform =) and the first phrase he blurted was- kamukha mo ung ex-girl friend ( you look like my ex-girlfriend) How rude! LOL. In my mind I told my self this guy is so fresh and he is really annoying. He asked me if he could rent a tape and I asked him to sign a membership form, he said Do I have to? I'm like DUH.... of course  naman no( as if friends kami) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I got the information from and checked out the tape, he asked me if I have a ride home. I told him I have paid someone to take care of my transportation and then he just said okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day.... he went back to the video shop during his lunch break he told me he was so disappointed to find out that I was not working their at that time... he came back that afternoon ( i'm usually assigned at the video shop from 5pm-9pm) he asked me again if he could drop me at our home... well what do you know my ever reliable ride just called and he said his car broke down and if I could aske someone from work to drop me at our house instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I accepted his offer ( that is the first time that I have done that, hey I am desperate LOL), before we went home he asked if we could eat first as he was startving, I said okay as if I have a choice I am at his mercy LOL. We ate at Jolibee and I think I ordered shanghai rolls  and he ordered palabok. Like Mommy Liz I only eat a portion of my meal ( hehehhehe dont want him to have the impression that I ate a lot). After the diner he drop me home and we said our good bye ( like niko- no kiss or hug also)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the start of our friendship, back then I was in the process of ending a 3 year relationship to a person I prefer to forget =(, he was there when I needed someone to give me advice, a shoulder to cry on. He has given me the confidence to move one and to realize that I deserve someone better ( meaning HIM)... From the looks of it I think he took advantage of my situation  hahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the record I don't look like his ex girlfriend.... please I dont want to be associated with them hahahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about you how did you meet your partner? Share with us every wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More entries just click on the badge.&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/7470398461117386308-5602404269158276270?l=beakoluvko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/feeds/5602404269158276270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2009/10/couples-corner-first-time-we-metdined.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/5602404269158276270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/5602404269158276270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2009/10/couples-corner-first-time-we-metdined.html' title='Couple&apos;s Corner-The first time we met/dined out'/><author><name>beakoluvko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871413743407282812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Sp3wznk-PeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/B7p6aXtSb7g/S220/1_280587783l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/St6m8k1wF2I/AAAAAAAAAdM/wThtyzD9jms/s72-c/couplescorner_badge1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470398461117386308.post-6837319111668919298</id><published>2009-10-17T23:17:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T10:14:13.036+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='josie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friend'/><title type='text'>Von Voyage! Ill miss you but I am happy for you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/StutLkvGkcI/AAAAAAAAAc8/K5H4Ge33-K8/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 294px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394095393057706434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/StutLkvGkcI/AAAAAAAAAc8/K5H4Ge33-K8/s320/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is a post that I am dedicating for my sister Josie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only a couple of days left until you leave us behind. You will know move to a greener pasture and you will leave behind this Island that you have called home for more than five years and even the people you have called family. You have shared so much of your life not only with your company but also to the people who surrounds you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, for one had been given the priveledge of meeting you, get to know you and eventually be your friend/bestfriend and sister. We may not have the same opinion on things but what distinguish us from others is our differences had made us better friends. We respect each others opinion and views and we do not hesitate to give each other a piece of our mind and give the best advice that we could give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have taught me a lot thru your personal experiences which I am truly grateful. Sis, Thank you for giving me the chance to know you more, thank you for trusting me with everything I feel honored to be your friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be selfish of me to wish that you just stay here and never leave us behind, but deep inside  my heart I truly wish you to have a fresh start, a chance to improve your knowledge. an opportunity to see the world and be the best that you can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you sis and please be safe on your next destination.... I am sad that I wont see you constantly but hey, we still have the internet to keep us connected.... Till then sis and see you arround.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470398461117386308-6837319111668919298?l=beakoluvko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/feeds/6837319111668919298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2009/10/von-voyage-ill-miss-you-but-i-am-happy.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/6837319111668919298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/6837319111668919298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2009/10/von-voyage-ill-miss-you-but-i-am-happy.html' title='Von Voyage! Ill miss you but I am happy for you!'/><author><name>beakoluvko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871413743407282812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Sp3wznk-PeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/B7p6aXtSb7g/S220/1_280587783l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/StutLkvGkcI/AAAAAAAAAc8/K5H4Ge33-K8/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470398461117386308.post-7274191464546421857</id><published>2009-10-17T22:56:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T09:56:56.789+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pixel bug'/><title type='text'>PB Weekend-Celebration of New life!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pixelbug.sassymomslife.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Pixel Bug weekend button 1" src="http://i148.photobucket.com/albums/s12/sassy_mom/PixelBugButton1copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Stuk0BdHb3I/AAAAAAAAAcs/2z8bXxpJaUI/s1600-h/PA163029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394086192357011314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Stuk0BdHb3I/AAAAAAAAAcs/2z8bXxpJaUI/s320/PA163029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For this weeks Pixel Bug weekend I have been blessed to witness the celebration of new life.&lt;br /&gt;First, My kumare (God mother of my bea), has given birth to her first ever baby girl Stephanie Joyce last Oct. 16, 2009. Like me she has also waited for a long time ( 6years!) to be blessed with a miracle of her own. It is always a great feeling to see a new born baby... so pure... so full of joy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my kumare Noemi.... Congratulations and I wish Steph will grow into a beautiful and smart woman like us. LOL . &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 365px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 270px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394086198624320738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Stuk0YzW_OI/AAAAAAAAAc0/-mQFqgKfZrE/s320/PA173063.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last, saturday I attended the wedding of my husbands former co-worker, Ate Dory ( I think she is about 53 yrs. old). I have known her eversince my hubby and I started dating, back then she is in a relationship with my hubbys bestfriend. Unfortunately, her boyfriend then, died of kidney failure and complication. Last year, her contract with the company was not renewed and she was forced to leave Saipan and search for work elsewhere. After working for more than 10 years with the same company giving all that you can give and just be put in that position must be really heart wrenching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God really moves in mysterious ways, despite the downs Ate Dory had experienced she was given the chance to meet her bestfriend and to have someone who can take care and love her for the rest of her life. She was given the chance to have the wedding of her dreams for the first time. While most of us are married at a young age, she just had her chance of her own fairy tale at this age. I like one of the songs at her wedding party, I am not sure of the title but the song fit them, it goes like this " Im lucky I'm inlove with my bestfried ..... la lalalala" Please help me on the title hehehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Ate Dory and her new Husband Victor... you trully deserve each other and you both deserve to be happy... Best wishes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about you how was your weekend? Share with us every monday and join pixel bug.&lt;br /&gt;More entries, just click on the badge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy MOnday Every one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470398461117386308-7274191464546421857?l=beakoluvko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/feeds/7274191464546421857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2009/10/pb-weekend-celebration-of-new-life.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/7274191464546421857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/7274191464546421857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2009/10/pb-weekend-celebration-of-new-life.html' title='PB Weekend-Celebration of New life!'/><author><name>beakoluvko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871413743407282812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Sp3wznk-PeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/B7p6aXtSb7g/S220/1_280587783l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Stuk0BdHb3I/AAAAAAAAAcs/2z8bXxpJaUI/s72-c/PA163029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470398461117386308.post-3472430927975268646</id><published>2009-10-16T10:41:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T15:58:41.415+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mommy moments'/><title type='text'>Mommy Momments-Trip to the Mall</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.mommyjourney.com/search/label/Mommy%20Moments" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="mommy moments" src="http://i471.photobucket.com/albums/rr71/mommyjourney/mommymoments.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/StfBpL3ud_I/AAAAAAAAAck/aEQ5zWkwiNU/s1600-h/P9122599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/StfBpL3ud_I/AAAAAAAAAck/aEQ5zWkwiNU/s320/P9122599.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392991992104777714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/StfBo4V_vzI/AAAAAAAAAcc/zYDPY1BJgpY/s1600-h/P9122589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/StfBo4V_vzI/AAAAAAAAAcc/zYDPY1BJgpY/s320/P9122589.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392991986863030066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/StfBoaGtOyI/AAAAAAAAAcU/riBKBlA2-Kg/s1600-h/P9122593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/StfBoaGtOyI/AAAAAAAAAcU/riBKBlA2-Kg/s320/P9122593.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392991978745838370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/StfBn09RanI/AAAAAAAAAcM/nULSGDSGbyA/s1600-h/1_367947492l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/StfBn09RanI/AAAAAAAAAcM/nULSGDSGbyA/s320/1_367947492l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392991968774154866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! FRIDAY.... &lt;br /&gt;Its another week for our Mommy Moments and this weeks theme is Trip to the Mall.&lt;br /&gt;In our tiny island we really dont have a Mall, We only have department stores that sells everything. It is good though 'coz you get to go grocery shopping then look for clothes, toys and shoes at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The closest thing to a mall that we have here in the island is the Duty Free Shop (DFS) it is only about 2 flrs. high and it sells all name brand items from clothes, liquour cigarette and accessories. Inside the DFS there is also a small plya area for the kids and a small coffee shop and thats it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come and share with us every friday on Mommy Momments.&lt;br /&gt;More Entries just click on the badge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy weekend everyone...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470398461117386308-3472430927975268646?l=beakoluvko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/feeds/3472430927975268646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2009/10/mommy-momments-trip-to-mall.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/3472430927975268646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/3472430927975268646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2009/10/mommy-momments-trip-to-mall.html' title='Mommy Momments-Trip to the Mall'/><author><name>beakoluvko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871413743407282812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Sp3wznk-PeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/B7p6aXtSb7g/S220/1_280587783l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/StfBpL3ud_I/AAAAAAAAAck/aEQ5zWkwiNU/s72-c/P9122599.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470398461117386308.post-2547111179252769724</id><published>2009-10-16T09:54:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T09:56:48.961+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='template'/><title type='text'>Thanks Template Mama</title><content type='html'>Yey! I finally was able to change my lay out.... being a neophite in the blogniverse (as niko calls it) and I have been looking for ways on how to atleast give my blog a little less than ordinary appeal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Template Mama i now have a new blog template. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is her link: http://myplaidtemplate.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy (BIG GRIN)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470398461117386308-2547111179252769724?l=beakoluvko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/feeds/2547111179252769724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2009/10/thanks-template-mama.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/2547111179252769724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/2547111179252769724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2009/10/thanks-template-mama.html' title='Thanks Template Mama'/><author><name>beakoluvko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871413743407282812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Sp3wznk-PeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/B7p6aXtSb7g/S220/1_280587783l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470398461117386308.post-715387875085685806</id><published>2009-10-15T12:36:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T12:45:23.178+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girl&apos;s talk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoes'/><title type='text'>Girl's talk-fave  Shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.nikoganda.com/search/label/Girls%20Talk/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dZuhD04_F3k/Sq27hnp8hGI/AAAAAAAAASE/cFFfRxjepIU/s400/girls+talk+badge.PNG"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/StaK2CaaqrI/AAAAAAAAAcE/TgDVoYNqhvk/s1600-h/gtc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/StaK2CaaqrI/AAAAAAAAAcE/TgDVoYNqhvk/s320/gtc.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392650264787987122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/StaK1jLbs_I/AAAAAAAAAb8/u-ToGnELnm4/s1600-h/gtb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/StaK1jLbs_I/AAAAAAAAAb8/u-ToGnELnm4/s320/gtb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392650256403641330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/StaK1FRb3lI/AAAAAAAAAb0/EXCgiJKEbBE/s1600-h/gta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/StaK1FRb3lI/AAAAAAAAAb0/EXCgiJKEbBE/s320/gta.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392650248375754322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Thursday already and I forgot to take a picture of my shoes =). Luckily, I can go to the stores website and get an image from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually wear flat shoes whenever I am with my daughter or if I am not in the office. I have a history of tripping down and I do not want to have an accident while I am carrying my daughter. I bought this shoes last week to pair with a  dress that I bought for an occassion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2nd shoe, I use it whenever I am out with friends, it is cute but Ive used it only a couple of times the leather straps are hard and its not comfortable, but I still like it as they say Beauty is Pain =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last pic is pretty much how my office shoes looks like. It is very hot here in the islands and strappy heels are recommended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I am just running my errands like grocery shopping or bargain hunting I would usually wear  flip flops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about you? share us your fave shoes at Girl's talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Join us every thursday, where we can talk all girly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More entries just click on the badge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470398461117386308-715387875085685806?l=beakoluvko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/feeds/715387875085685806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2009/10/girls-talk-fave-shoes.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/715387875085685806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/715387875085685806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2009/10/girls-talk-fave-shoes.html' title='Girl&apos;s talk-fave  Shoes'/><author><name>beakoluvko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871413743407282812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Sp3wznk-PeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/B7p6aXtSb7g/S220/1_280587783l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dZuhD04_F3k/Sq27hnp8hGI/AAAAAAAAASE/cFFfRxjepIU/s72-c/girls+talk+badge.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470398461117386308.post-8412473001479441415</id><published>2009-10-14T13:51:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T14:50:27.884+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='couples corner'/><title type='text'>Couples Corner #1 Meet Mr. &amp; Mrs. Patawaran =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://rodliz.info"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img alt="Rodliz’s Nest" style="border:0" src=" http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk178/dannyannemj/couplescorner_badge_thumb.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3C/div"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/StVNJRlpwXI/AAAAAAAAAbk/UM_gDh8vqt0/s1600-h/cc3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392300950581526898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/StVNJRlpwXI/AAAAAAAAAbk/UM_gDh8vqt0/s320/cc3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is the first week of Mommy Liz' Meme and I have invited myself to join this weekly meme, =) as much as I am busy in the office I love participating in weekly meme's I have Pixel Bug for monday, Couple Corner for wednesday, Girl's talk on Thursdays and Mommy Momment's on Fridays. I have Tuesday open so anyone who has a meme for that day please invite me LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, I would like to introduce myself, My name is Jeniffer ( jenny, jen or kikay (from my mom)), I was born and raised in Baguio City Philippines. I am the youngest of two ( I have an older sister- J0-anne) My dad is from La union and Isabela but he too was born and raised in Baguio City and My Mom is from Imus Cavite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I went to an exclusive all Girl's School in Highschool to avoid having a boyfriend in an early age. I went to college at Saint Louis University and graduated with a degree in Accounting.  I had my first boyfriend a year after I graduated college!&lt;br /&gt;I am a very shy person at first and it takes a little while before I warm up to the person but once I do I will surely be a friend for keeps =). My mother calls me tiger because she says when I am mad I am scary hahahhah. I am a simple girl who is contented with the simple things in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am now a mom to my precious angel Breana Ysabel and has been out of the Philippines since August 2001. I am now located in a tiny island called Saipan which is now home for my little family. I am now working as an accountant for a closed family held corporation with different subsidiaries and I have been with them since August of 2002.&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 husband on the other hand is Jun ( BIENVENIDO JR.), he is the 2nd child ( 2 brothers) on his mothers side, but on his dad's family he is the 10th child, he is not that close to his dad's first family up until now so, I am not sure how many brother or sister he has on his dad's side. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He is from San fernando, Pampanga, due to his complicated family life he wasnt able to attend college and instead work at a machine shop as a mechanic at a young age of 17, He came to Saipan on January 1997 and he first worked for a tire shop at a Shell gas station for a couple of years then he was assigned to tanker driver and then eventually was promoted Operations Supervisor at his present company now.&lt;br /&gt;My husband is very quiet and he is very dedicated with his work that sometimes I feel Im competing for attention against his job ( that's how dedicated he is). He is such a goof ball when it comes to our daughter bea, he would do anything and everything just to make my baby laugh. He has taught me so many things but the most important thing he has taught me is the value of SAVING, he turns over every cent of his paycheck to me and in return I only have to make sure I deposit a fixed amount on our account every month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well that's it for our introduction... Why dont you join us also on couples corner every week... it would be fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Happy Wednesday every one =)&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/7470398461117386308-8412473001479441415?l=beakoluvko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/feeds/8412473001479441415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2009/10/couples-corner-1-meet-mr-mrs-patawaran.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/8412473001479441415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/8412473001479441415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2009/10/couples-corner-1-meet-mr-mrs-patawaran.html' title='Couples Corner #1 Meet Mr. &amp; Mrs. Patawaran =)'/><author><name>beakoluvko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871413743407282812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Sp3wznk-PeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/B7p6aXtSb7g/S220/1_280587783l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/StVNJRlpwXI/AAAAAAAAAbk/UM_gDh8vqt0/s72-c/cc3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470398461117386308.post-1715843395262817856</id><published>2009-10-12T08:49:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T09:11:03.344+10:00</updated><title type='text'>PB Weekend--- food fest!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pixelbug.sassymomslife.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i148.photobucket.com/albums/s12/sassy_mom/PixelBug3copy.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's Monday once again, another stressful work week up ahead =(.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Our weekend was great, YAY it didnt rain, I must have washed 6 loads of laundry from saturday to sunday. It was a very busy day for me, My hubby rewarded me with a dinner date for all my hard work =).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We went to our favorite thai restaurant,  We ordered their famous fried rice, beef in red curry, fried kangkong and seafood soup for bea ( if only I can remember their thai name). &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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/StJijls_T1I/AAAAAAAAAbU/07n9S4E52nE/s1600-h/PA092998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391480067471658834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/StJijls_T1I/AAAAAAAAAbU/07n9S4E52nE/s320/PA092998.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here I am with my princess, who was so behaved during the time I was so busy doing with my household stuff.. Thanks to Barney and Dora for keeping my daughter preoccupied. I only have to stop once in a while to give her a cookie, ice cream cone and juice and also to teach her how to dance "Nobody but you" LOL. ( I think their teacher taught them at school and she was practicing in our house ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/StJiS1lrkwI/AAAAAAAAAbM/1oH3Jh6k_cY/s1600-h/PA093006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391479779678196482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/StJiS1lrkwI/AAAAAAAAAbM/1oH3Jh6k_cY/s320/PA093006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bea's seafood soup, she's into noodles and pancit =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/StJiSOhzE2I/AAAAAAAAAbE/5-AaQ4iTdfo/s1600-h/PA093005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391479769192928098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/StJiSOhzE2I/AAAAAAAAAbE/5-AaQ4iTdfo/s320/PA093005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My fave fried kangkong, i just found out that they use "tausi/ fermented black beans" for taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/StJiRincFWI/AAAAAAAAAa8/XYuoN-hDJ8Y/s1600-h/PA093004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391479757405427042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/StJiRincFWI/AAAAAAAAAa8/XYuoN-hDJ8Y/s320/PA093004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hubby's fave- beef red curry- they put basil and a lot of other thai spices which I plan to learn someday =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/StJiRNtyxmI/AAAAAAAAAa0/yxjwK08tHno/s1600-h/PA093003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391479751794935394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/StJiRNtyxmI/AAAAAAAAAa0/yxjwK08tHno/s320/PA093003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Signature fried rice- with shrimps, egg and tomato, bea like this a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/StJiQxJXBuI/AAAAAAAAAas/H19EIERpTe8/s1600-h/PA093002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391479744125929186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/StJiQxJXBuI/AAAAAAAAAas/H19EIERpTe8/s320/PA093002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bea, having a taste of mommy's iced tea with milk, by the way her water bottle isnt filled with tea it just changes its color from green to orange whenever you put cold water in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How about you how was your weekend? Join us every monday on Pixel Bug Weekend, It's fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More entries just click on the badge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/7470398461117386308-1715843395262817856?l=beakoluvko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/feeds/1715843395262817856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2009/10/pb-weekend-food-fest.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/1715843395262817856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/1715843395262817856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2009/10/pb-weekend-food-fest.html' title='PB Weekend--- food fest!'/><author><name>beakoluvko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871413743407282812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Sp3wznk-PeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/B7p6aXtSb7g/S220/1_280587783l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/StJijls_T1I/AAAAAAAAAbU/07n9S4E52nE/s72-c/PA092998.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470398461117386308.post-5322216945048525181</id><published>2009-10-09T09:28:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T10:46:54.257+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy Moments-Special trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mommyjourney.com/search/label/Mommy%20Moments" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="mommy moments" src="http://i471.photobucket.com/albums/rr71/mommyjourney/mommymoments.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yey, its friday already... still busy in the office but I would not want to miss any of the meme's I joined...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For this weeks theme it's special trips. My bea's most memorable trip was her first trip to the Philippines it was on Dec. 2007, we only stayed for one week because that was the only allowed leave I was given. It is the most memorable trip for my bea since it would be the first time she would be riding on an airplane and it is also her first ever meeting with my father, my sister and my niece plus all of our relatives from my side. At that time she was the newest member of our family and every one was very happy to see her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We didnt get to see my husbands relatives due to the time constraints, but we plan to do so by next year maybe by january or february.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here are some of the pictures of my bea on that trip. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Ss52MKT-TNI/AAAAAAAAAak/r-WgxScMkpQ/s1600-h/mm2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390375755307699410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Ss52MKT-TNI/AAAAAAAAAak/r-WgxScMkpQ/s320/mm2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; First plane ride... She was so well behaved that she didnt cry during our trip...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Ss52LlaSxlI/AAAAAAAAAac/d6sul-703AQ/s1600-h/mm1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390375745402095186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Ss52LlaSxlI/AAAAAAAAAac/d6sul-703AQ/s320/mm1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My father, he was so happy to finally see bea for the first time, when we already went home to Saipan, he told me that when he came home in an empty house he cant help himself but to cry and miss seeing my daughters smile every time he walks in our room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Ss52LLnhzDI/AAAAAAAAAaU/o9WlHF9bcf4/s1600-h/1_720690106l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390375738478283826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Ss52LLnhzDI/AAAAAAAAAaU/o9WlHF9bcf4/s320/1_720690106l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My father's princesses', this is my niece, my first baby... she is now 7 yrs. old and a very smart girl too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Ss52K020BlI/AAAAAAAAAaM/EFG7TvjFMkQ/s1600-h/1_460809203l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390375732368377426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Ss52K020BlI/AAAAAAAAAaM/EFG7TvjFMkQ/s320/1_460809203l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Picture perfect =).... I just love this picture, their very happy =)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Share with us your childs special trips on Mommy Momments.... Join us weekly every friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More entries, Just click on the badge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/7470398461117386308-5322216945048525181?l=beakoluvko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/feeds/5322216945048525181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2009/10/mommy-moments-special-trip.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/5322216945048525181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/5322216945048525181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2009/10/mommy-moments-special-trip.html' title='Mommy Moments-Special trip'/><author><name>beakoluvko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871413743407282812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Sp3wznk-PeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/B7p6aXtSb7g/S220/1_280587783l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Ss52MKT-TNI/AAAAAAAAAak/r-WgxScMkpQ/s72-c/mm2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470398461117386308.post-5231226310009313566</id><published>2009-10-08T08:46:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T09:08:08.790+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girl&apos;s talk'/><title type='text'>Girl's Talk-Fave Perfume</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nikoganda.com/search/label/Girls%20Talk/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dZuhD04_F3k/Sq27hnp8hGI/AAAAAAAAASE/cFFfRxjepIU/s400/girls+talk+badge.PNG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Its thursday already? =) Time really flies before we know it would be Year 2010 already whew \(^o^)/.  I am busy as a bee in the office, I hate tax seasons =(, but I cannot miss niko's meme plus I love talking all girly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway this week's theme is our favorite perfumes. I really prefer mild scent perfumes and I dont want oil based since the scent last for a long time. I get dizzy when I smell someone who put more than the required amount of perfume. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Ss0alB1QCbI/AAAAAAAAAaE/uTWDRqbA6Ls/s1600-h/gt2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389993552481618354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Ss0alB1QCbI/AAAAAAAAAaE/uTWDRqbA6Ls/s320/gt2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a gift from my hubby for our wedding anniversary last year, I am so picky with regards to perfume that he had a hard time buying me a present. LOL. I loved the smell plus it came with a purple pouch bag and a body lotion ( which my mother asked me to give her).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Ss0akkMylvI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/KilPhSV3u38/s1600-h/gt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 254px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389993544527288050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Ss0akkMylvI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/KilPhSV3u38/s320/gt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my ultimate favorite, it is also the only perfume I can tolerate smelling when I was pregnant. It's scent is very light and refreshing plus I also like drinking green tea hahahhahahha  not that I am drinking this perfume LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;How about you share us what's your fave perfume and join us every thursday on girl's talk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;More entries just click on the badge.&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/7470398461117386308-5231226310009313566?l=beakoluvko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/feeds/5231226310009313566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2009/10/girls-talk-fave-perfume.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/5231226310009313566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/5231226310009313566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2009/10/girls-talk-fave-perfume.html' title='Girl&apos;s Talk-Fave Perfume'/><author><name>beakoluvko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871413743407282812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Sp3wznk-PeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/B7p6aXtSb7g/S220/1_280587783l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dZuhD04_F3k/Sq27hnp8hGI/AAAAAAAAASE/cFFfRxjepIU/s72-c/girls+talk+badge.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470398461117386308.post-6502833861109176202</id><published>2009-10-07T12:30:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T12:47:18.729+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bea'/><title type='text'>Who says we can't have fun when there's typhoon?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ec09320c8b5aaed3" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dec09320c8b5aaed3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330244469%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2B8769A60D20AE839E21D238756B8EDAE2CF6032.2301E9B2AE6B11648E7B8D6E71967DE04FA96B19%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dec09320c8b5aaed3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DZRYCcrLjS4Zbm9QFK4euB0L-TLo&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dec09320c8b5aaed3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330244469%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2B8769A60D20AE839E21D238756B8EDAE2CF6032.2301E9B2AE6B11648E7B8D6E71967DE04FA96B19%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dec09320c8b5aaed3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DZRYCcrLjS4Zbm9QFK4euB0L-TLo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;This video was taken last saturday night when we were expecting Typhoon Melor to hit our tiny island. Luckily we still have power and cable ( we can't watch anything on TV if we dont have cable =( ). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;My hubby was watchign news on his TV while bea was watching one of her Barney tape on her portable dvd player. She loved Barney's song so much, whenever she hears songs from Barney she would sing along and even dance, just like in the video... luckily daddy was also in the mood to dance to the tune of Barney =) aren't they cute? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;P.S. to all those who commented on my previous blog, thank you so much.... I appreciated it. I am just so busy now in the office ( quarterly tax filings are due this month and i had so much on my hand right now, but i still manage to check my blog and post one entry =) ). I promise to visit al of your blogs as soon as i free up my hands.... Thanks again.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470398461117386308-6502833861109176202?l=beakoluvko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/feeds/6502833861109176202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2009/10/who-says-we-cant-have-fun-when-theres.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/6502833861109176202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/6502833861109176202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2009/10/who-says-we-cant-have-fun-when-theres.html' title='Who says we can&apos;t have fun when there&apos;s typhoon?'/><author><name>beakoluvko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871413743407282812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Sp3wznk-PeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/B7p6aXtSb7g/S220/1_280587783l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470398461117386308.post-3554002927764418545</id><published>2009-10-05T13:36:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T14:19:31.322+10:00</updated><title type='text'>PB Weekend-Typhoon Melor =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pixelbug.sassymomslife.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i148.photobucket.com/albums/s12/sassy_mom/PixelBug3copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's another week of pixel bug and I must say our weekend was wet, wet and wet. Friday last week the Governor has declared Tyhpoon Conditon II ( unlike in the philipines the strongest typhoon signal here is I which is vice versa in the philippines). Lunch time I went grocery shopping to buy essential stuff such as noodles, canned goods, candles and bea's snacks ( those belong to the list of essential things LOL). The line at the grocery store was very long it took me about 20-30 minutes to get done. I got to go home early that day to prepare our house for SUPER TYPHOON MELOR. I picked up bea from daycare and headed home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The expected SUPER TYPHOON was supposed to hit our location late friday night and early saturday. We were expecting for the worst since it has been so long that we had any typhoon hit our location. Needless to say we thought of waking up with damaging winds and heavy down pour, but we woke up with just a slight gusts of wind and a little more than our usual rain but the sky was dark. Thank God the typhoon missed our tiny islands again but I wish it would also miss the Philippines.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we still make the most from our weekend, bea and I stayed home and waited for my hubby to finish his work at 1 pm. I cooked BULALO just in time for the cold weather... yumm =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/SslqZj-mCPI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/UQ6Ktme2q1s/s1600-h/PA032982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388955416512563442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/SslqZj-mCPI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/UQ6Ktme2q1s/s320/PA032982.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wouldnt my daughter's smiel brighter even your darkest day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/SslqZAmQyiI/AAAAAAAAAZs/ncErSQxmyoA/s1600-h/PA032976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388955407015266850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/SslqZAmQyiI/AAAAAAAAAZs/ncErSQxmyoA/s320/PA032976.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lunch with my princess.... she loved it and ate a lot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/SslqYypmA4I/AAAAAAAAAZk/nW16NXmdHhI/s1600-h/PA032975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388955403271144322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/SslqYypmA4I/AAAAAAAAAZk/nW16NXmdHhI/s320/PA032975.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Perfect for the cold wet weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/SslqYQOpmyI/AAAAAAAAAZc/hxus3ea4thg/s1600-h/PA032974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388955394031328034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/SslqYQOpmyI/AAAAAAAAAZc/hxus3ea4thg/s320/PA032974.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The weather outside.... rainy and windy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/SslqYL5WRAI/AAAAAAAAAZU/asDyVIWOWbs/s1600-h/PA032972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388955392868238338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/SslqYL5WRAI/AAAAAAAAAZU/asDyVIWOWbs/s320/PA032972.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The dark sky above.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good thing we were able to go to church the next day and still have our bonding time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about you how was your weekend. Share with us at Pixel Bug weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;More entries, just click on the badge. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy monday everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470398461117386308-3554002927764418545?l=beakoluvko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/feeds/3554002927764418545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2009/10/pb-weekend-bracing-typhoon-melor.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/3554002927764418545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470398461117386308/posts/default/3554002927764418545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beakoluvko.blogspot.com/2009/10/pb-weekend-bracing-typhoon-melor.html' title='PB Weekend-Typhoon Melor =)'/><author><name>beakoluvko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871413743407282812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/Sp3wznk-PeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/B7p6aXtSb7g/S220/1_280587783l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CC3H5Zbd9IM/SslqZj-mCPI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/UQ6Ktme2q1s/s72-c/PA032982.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry></feed>
