<?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-7574056390979356789</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:25:41.941-07:00</updated><category term='contest'/><category term='Personal'/><category term='Up on my toes'/><category term='Template'/><category term='baby'/><category term='Scenic Sunday'/><category term='Pets'/><category term='Yummy Sunday'/><category term='Today&apos;s Flowers'/><category term='family'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Watery Wednesday'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Philippine Government'/><category term='Photohunt'/><category term='music'/><category term='nurse job'/><category term='weekend snapshot'/><title type='text'>My own world</title><subtitle type='html'>"In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on."--Robert Frost</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005850463484731408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/R_SvVNFLtTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FPWZRT4SFnA/S220/1_779855028l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>72</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574056390979356789.post-2394883726300137445</id><published>2009-01-29T02:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T02:42:19.113-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>She's my Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-cb.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2305843009235334091&amp;amp;site=widget-cb.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2305843009235334091&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-cb.slide.com/p1/2305843009235334091/bb_t054_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SWWymnYiXuI/AAAAAAAAALQ/hlAsTXvJLls/s320/ch2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288829713893187298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SWWyOT2CfgI/AAAAAAAAALI/f4nRJ2hh4v4/s1600-h/ck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SWWyOT2CfgI/AAAAAAAAALI/f4nRJ2hh4v4/s320/ck.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288829296331357698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SWWu05qb1HI/AAAAAAAAALA/48AzjI_5phE/s1600-h/cs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SWWu05qb1HI/AAAAAAAAALA/48AzjI_5phE/s320/cs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288825561271751794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My little Chloe was Christened last January 1, 2009 at 4pm. She was so sound asleep that when the priest poured holy water on her head, it didn't even woke her up. The ceremony ended with her still asleep. LOL! Her Godfathers and Godmothers were there to welcome her to the Christian world. After her christening, we had a little celebration back at home. Baby Chloe woke up to have her milk but went back to sleep unaware of the people who came to see her. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574056390979356789-1450287003835965276?l=abay-melissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/feeds/1450287003835965276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574056390979356789&amp;postID=1450287003835965276' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/1450287003835965276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/1450287003835965276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/2009/01/chloe-sabines-christening.html' title='Chloe Sabine&apos;s Christening'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005850463484731408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/R_SvVNFLtTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FPWZRT4SFnA/S220/1_779855028l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SWWymnYiXuI/AAAAAAAAALQ/hlAsTXvJLls/s72-c/ch2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574056390979356789.post-2462188594829831047</id><published>2009-01-03T23:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T22:42:16.426-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>A baby was born</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SVcoB4o6ebI/AAAAAAAAAK4/GDsp8jVbIAQ/s1600-h/chloe5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SVcoB4o6ebI/AAAAAAAAAK4/GDsp8jVbIAQ/s400/chloe5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284736700591536562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been quite awhile since my last blog post. A lot of things happened already in my life right now. So many changes and im still adjusting with it. I really don't know how to start this blog entry but let me share to you as i recall the recent events in my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 3 am on December 22, i got up in my bed and went to the bathroom to pee. When i went back to bed, i suddenly felt a gush of fluid coming out. I hurriedly got up on my feet. My hubby woke up as well and asked what was wrong. I couldn't tell yet but i had a feeling that my water bag broke. Went back to the bathroom to check and boy was i right. I was then having my contractions but the pain was still bearable. My hubby and I gathered up my things and we went to the hospital. I was then brought to the delivery room by 7 am. I was in so much pain. My contractions were becoming more regular. When my my doctor came to see me, she told me i was still around 4-5 cm. I could not understand the pain i was going through. It was indescribable. I told myself that i wont ever want to go through with it again. LOL! Around 10 am, the doctor came to check on me and i was so glad when she told me that im getting there since i was already around 8 cm. Just then everything went blur as the nurse came to inject me and all the nurses in the delivery room were coaching me what to do. They were so helpful. Around 11:45, i had my one last push and i heard my baby's first cry. The nurse put the baby on my chest for a few seconds and our eyes met. She was a huge baby. After that i dozed off to sleep for a few minutes and woke up when the doctor was doing her stitches on me. By 1:00pm i was brought back to my room where my hubby and my Aunt was waiting. I was too exhausted that i fell off to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby would be 2weeks old tomorrow. Her full name is Chloe Sabine Salaum. She was God's beautiful Christmas present. I am so happy to have her. She is my joy and my life. Im still adjusting to her waking schedules which is usually at around 12 am. My hubby and i take  turns in waking up in wee hours of the night when baby is hungry or needs her nappies changed. Right now, my baby is sound asleep which grabs me the chance to post this entry which is long over due. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574056390979356789-2462188594829831047?l=abay-melissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/feeds/2462188594829831047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574056390979356789&amp;postID=2462188594829831047' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/2462188594829831047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/2462188594829831047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/2008/12/baby-was-born.html' title='A baby was born'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005850463484731408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/R_SvVNFLtTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FPWZRT4SFnA/S220/1_779855028l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SVcoB4o6ebI/AAAAAAAAAK4/GDsp8jVbIAQ/s72-c/chloe5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574056390979356789.post-3703849327199593690</id><published>2008-12-15T00:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T00:57:57.230-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yummy Sunday'/><title type='text'>Yummy Sunday # 5 - Halo-halo treat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SUYb7R0OFOI/AAAAAAAAAKw/OPdRNShqU6A/s1600-h/halo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SUYb7R0OFOI/AAAAAAAAAKw/OPdRNShqU6A/s400/halo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279938318347146466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i'm late for Yummy Sunday but i would still love to post my entry anyway. I guess better late than never. :) My Aunt just got back from the US and she took me and my cousins at Chowking for Halo-halo. It is a popular Filipino dessert that is a mixture of shaved ice and milk to which are added various boiled sweet beans and fruits, and served cold in a tall glass or bowl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love halo-halo. So delicious! For more Yummy Sunday just click on the badge...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.peterjanet.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w184/janet_bl/yummysunday.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574056390979356789-3703849327199593690?l=abay-melissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/feeds/3703849327199593690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574056390979356789&amp;postID=3703849327199593690' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/3703849327199593690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/3703849327199593690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/2008/12/yummy-sunday-5-halo-halo-treat.html' title='Yummy Sunday # 5 - Halo-halo treat'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005850463484731408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/R_SvVNFLtTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FPWZRT4SFnA/S220/1_779855028l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SUYb7R0OFOI/AAAAAAAAAKw/OPdRNShqU6A/s72-c/halo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574056390979356789.post-4103115740766756846</id><published>2008-12-13T02:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T02:23:12.369-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Laziness has gotten over me</title><content type='html'>I had been too lazy this past few days to do anything and that includes updating my  blog. All i did was sleep, eat and sleep. Not productive huh?  Well, i guess i'm just taking this opportunity to get enough rest and sleep now that i can still afford to have one. I know when the baby comes out, sleep would be an expensive commodity i have to pay. LOL! By the way, my Aunt just got back from her 6 months vacation in the U.S. last Wednesday and she bought me some cool baby stuffs. I was happy when i saw all those things she bought for my baby. I'm so thankful. Now, my hubby and i will just have to buy a couple of stuffs and we're set by the time my baby arrives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574056390979356789-4103115740766756846?l=abay-melissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/feeds/4103115740766756846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574056390979356789&amp;postID=4103115740766756846' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/4103115740766756846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/4103115740766756846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/2008/12/laziness-has-gotten-over-me.html' title='Laziness has gotten over me'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005850463484731408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/R_SvVNFLtTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FPWZRT4SFnA/S220/1_779855028l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574056390979356789.post-8581082279178166144</id><published>2008-12-09T02:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:47:37.821-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>A sneak peek :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/ST5HsBd6eZI/AAAAAAAAAKo/seWSvpv9RCk/s1600-h/936girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 231px; height: 235px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/ST5HsBd6eZI/AAAAAAAAAKo/seWSvpv9RCk/s320/936girl.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277734634958518674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had my ultrasound     this afternoon. My hubby and i went there together. We were so happy to see the images of the baby. The doctor pointed to us each baby parts. The baby's feature is much clearer to me now as compared to my first ultrasound test which was taken last September. My hubby and i felt the excitement upon seeing our baby. It won't be long and we will finally get to see and hold her in our arms. I'm having a baby girl and she will be named Chloe. I just felt that the name would be perfect for her. According to my physician, i might give birth on the 28th of December. After my ultrasound test, my hubby and i went to the mall to buy some more baby stuffs. I enjoyed buying stuffs for my baby. Now that im nearing my expected due date, i am just filled with so much emotions. I am excited and at the same time scared of the labor process. I really hope and pray that i will have a normal delivery because undergoing cesarian section is very expensive and the healing time is much longer as compared to a normal delivery.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574056390979356789-8581082279178166144?l=abay-melissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/feeds/8581082279178166144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574056390979356789&amp;postID=8581082279178166144' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/8581082279178166144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/8581082279178166144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/2008/12/sneak-peek.html' title='A sneak peek :)'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005850463484731408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/R_SvVNFLtTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FPWZRT4SFnA/S220/1_779855028l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/ST5HsBd6eZI/AAAAAAAAAKo/seWSvpv9RCk/s72-c/936girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574056390979356789.post-3466798758283610871</id><published>2008-12-06T19:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T19:45:21.830-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yummy Sunday'/><title type='text'>Yummy Sunday # 4 - Tiki Wacky Chicken Salad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/STtFCz9TuyI/AAAAAAAAAKg/4qooGvowRYQ/s1600-h/yummysunday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 110px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/STtFCz9TuyI/AAAAAAAAAKg/4qooGvowRYQ/s320/yummysunday.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276887303004076834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/STtEvXv32II/AAAAAAAAAKY/XqDUHwIh1Zo/s1600-h/Tiki-Wacky-Chicken-salad-so-yum.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/STtEvXv32II/AAAAAAAAAKY/XqDUHwIh1Zo/s400/Tiki-Wacky-Chicken-salad-so-yum.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276886969014016130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learned to love fresh garden salads. They are not only delicious but a healthy food as well. This is Tiki Wacky Chicken Salad from Bigby's Cafe. It was my first time to try this one but i loved the taste so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574056390979356789-3466798758283610871?l=abay-melissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/feeds/3466798758283610871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574056390979356789&amp;postID=3466798758283610871' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/3466798758283610871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/3466798758283610871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/2008/12/yummy-sunday-4-tiki-wacky-chicken-salad.html' title='Yummy Sunday # 4 - Tiki Wacky Chicken Salad'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005850463484731408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/R_SvVNFLtTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FPWZRT4SFnA/S220/1_779855028l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/STtFCz9TuyI/AAAAAAAAAKg/4qooGvowRYQ/s72-c/yummysunday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574056390979356789.post-7925407260313807093</id><published>2008-11-30T22:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T22:55:15.748-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend snapshot'/><title type='text'>Weekend Snapshot  # 5 - Two of a kind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://weekendsnapshot.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff82/weekendsnapshots/WS1.jpg" height="100" width="168" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/STOHwi2JcUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/EAVGVmANdJg/s1600-h/kz3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/STOHwi2JcUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/EAVGVmANdJg/s400/kz3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274708856638370114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My two adorable nieces Avvie and Kyzzie takes an ice cream break. Little Avvie was delighted with her ice cream so much that she was in the mood to smile before the camera. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574056390979356789-7925407260313807093?l=abay-melissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/feeds/7925407260313807093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574056390979356789&amp;postID=7925407260313807093' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/7925407260313807093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/7925407260313807093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/2008/11/weekend-snapshot-5-two-of-kind.html' title='Weekend Snapshot  # 5 - Two of a kind'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005850463484731408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/R_SvVNFLtTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FPWZRT4SFnA/S220/1_779855028l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/STOHwi2JcUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/EAVGVmANdJg/s72-c/kz3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574056390979356789.post-4073950827284474586</id><published>2008-11-30T15:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T15:46:44.254-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Today&apos;s Flowers'/><title type='text'>Today's Flowers #5 - Calla Lilly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/STMj-yPLoTI/AAAAAAAAAKI/fhISWQl344o/s1600-h/LOGO+TODA%27Y+02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 102px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/STMj-yPLoTI/AAAAAAAAAKI/fhISWQl344o/s320/LOGO+TODA%27Y+02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274599150125293874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/STMjhQANLpI/AAAAAAAAAKA/WBrw0Byrfi8/s1600-h/calla2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/STMjhQANLpI/AAAAAAAAAKA/WBrw0Byrfi8/s400/calla2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274598642719469202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When words escape, flowers speak."&lt;br /&gt;-   Bruce W. Currie   -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would like to view more flower posts or would like to join this meme just visit &lt;a href="http://flowersfromtoday.blogspot.com/"&gt;Today's Flowers&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574056390979356789-4073950827284474586?l=abay-melissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/feeds/4073950827284474586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574056390979356789&amp;postID=4073950827284474586' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/4073950827284474586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/4073950827284474586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/2008/11/todays-flowers-5-calla-lilly.html' title='Today&apos;s Flowers #5 - Calla Lilly'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005850463484731408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/R_SvVNFLtTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FPWZRT4SFnA/S220/1_779855028l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/STMj-yPLoTI/AAAAAAAAAKI/fhISWQl344o/s72-c/LOGO+TODA%27Y+02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574056390979356789.post-2730730088038000841</id><published>2008-11-29T15:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T18:41:39.608-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yummy Sunday'/><title type='text'>Yummy Sunday # 3 - Banana Turon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/STHUXoFqqII/AAAAAAAAAJ4/UgHOVmhL3Ac/s1600-h/yummysunday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 110px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/STHUXoFqqII/AAAAAAAAAJ4/UgHOVmhL3Ac/s320/yummysunday.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274230140990826626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/STHUANq5IjI/AAAAAAAAAJw/QpnVAzXzn8g/s1600-h/turon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/STHUANq5IjI/AAAAAAAAAJw/QpnVAzXzn8g/s400/turon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274229738762215986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Yummy Sunday once again and time to post my yummy entry. I made Banana turon yesterday for our afternoon snack. Turon (Sweet Fried Banana Spring Rolls) is a famous sweet Filipino snacks sold in sidewalks. To view more of Yummy posts, just visit &lt;a href="http://www.peterjanet.com/"&gt;Yummy Sunday&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574056390979356789-2730730088038000841?l=abay-melissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/feeds/2730730088038000841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574056390979356789&amp;postID=2730730088038000841' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/2730730088038000841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/2730730088038000841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/2008/11/yummy-sunday-3-banana-turon.html' title='Yummy Sunday # 3 - Banana Turon'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005850463484731408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/R_SvVNFLtTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FPWZRT4SFnA/S220/1_779855028l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/STHUXoFqqII/AAAAAAAAAJ4/UgHOVmhL3Ac/s72-c/yummysunday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574056390979356789.post-5058605008106201904</id><published>2008-11-25T23:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T23:50:18.759-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Friends day out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SSz_kOeLVlI/AAAAAAAAAJo/ZzLRRxnOzWI/s1600-h/ngeks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 265px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SSz_kOeLVlI/AAAAAAAAAJo/ZzLRRxnOzWI/s320/ngeks.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272870261569050194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, my friends and i went to an eat all you can lunch. Payang celebrated her birthday there. The food was great. It was great to do some catching up stories with friends.It was a fun filled afternoon day out with friends. I didn't want to join the picture taking because i don't feel good about my pregnant look on photo but they insisted i joined.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574056390979356789-5058605008106201904?l=abay-melissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/feeds/5058605008106201904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574056390979356789&amp;postID=5058605008106201904' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/5058605008106201904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/5058605008106201904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/2008/11/friends-day-out.html' title='Friends day out'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005850463484731408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/R_SvVNFLtTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FPWZRT4SFnA/S220/1_779855028l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SSz_kOeLVlI/AAAAAAAAAJo/ZzLRRxnOzWI/s72-c/ngeks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574056390979356789.post-5684756433149952330</id><published>2008-11-24T15:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T16:04:39.627-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Tribute to a friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SSs9LgahBQI/AAAAAAAAAJY/P4xKQf5r9go/s1600-h/payng.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SSs9LgahBQI/AAAAAAAAAJY/P4xKQf5r9go/s320/payng.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272375056656303362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today is the birthday of my ever dearest friend Payang. She's an amazing friend. I'm so lucky to have her. If it weren't for her i would have not met her cousin who eventually became my husband. :) Love you so much...See you later...LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were there for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words escape me&lt;br /&gt;at this moment&lt;br /&gt;that seems like the end&lt;br /&gt;yet it is only the beginning&lt;br /&gt;when friendships are close&lt;br /&gt;and dreams are far&lt;br /&gt;you were there for me.&lt;br /&gt;Tears fill me&lt;br /&gt;with memories of both good and bad&lt;br /&gt;some nearly forgetton&lt;br /&gt;yet all dear to the heart&lt;br /&gt;you were there for me.&lt;br /&gt;In times of trouble&lt;br /&gt;and in times of thanks&lt;br /&gt;you stood by my side&lt;br /&gt;and held me up.&lt;br /&gt;Through your ever-patient ears&lt;br /&gt;to your comforting hugs&lt;br /&gt;you were there for me.&lt;br /&gt;From that first day&lt;br /&gt;when I saw you and knew&lt;br /&gt;that you would love me for who I was&lt;br /&gt;you were there for me.&lt;br /&gt;And until the day&lt;br /&gt;when we are old and gray&lt;br /&gt;I will always know that&lt;br /&gt;you are there for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivecomments.com/myspace-birthday-comments/Myspace_Comments_birthday_402.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i243.photobucket.com/albums/ff120/rockcomment/birthday/birthday-comments-113.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574056390979356789-5684756433149952330?l=abay-melissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/feeds/5684756433149952330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574056390979356789&amp;postID=5684756433149952330' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/5684756433149952330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/5684756433149952330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/2008/11/tribute-to-friend.html' title='Tribute to a friend'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005850463484731408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/R_SvVNFLtTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FPWZRT4SFnA/S220/1_779855028l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SSs9LgahBQI/AAAAAAAAAJY/P4xKQf5r9go/s72-c/payng.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574056390979356789.post-8742099684160376111</id><published>2008-11-24T03:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T03:48:08.480-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend snapshot'/><title type='text'>Weekend Snapshot # 4 - Bad hair day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://weekendsnapshot.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff82/weekendsnapshots/WS1.jpg" height="100" width="168" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SSqRdGj3t-I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/h3KueKG5zAY/s1600-h/Shadow+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SSqRdGj3t-I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/h3KueKG5zAY/s400/Shadow+(1).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272186242953885666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My puppy Shadow always loves his bath on weekends. I took a photo of him while he awaits for me to comb his hair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would like to view more posts, visit &lt;a href="http://weekendsnapshot.com/"&gt;Weekend Snapshot&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574056390979356789-8742099684160376111?l=abay-melissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/feeds/8742099684160376111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574056390979356789&amp;postID=8742099684160376111' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/8742099684160376111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/8742099684160376111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/2008/11/weekend-snapshot-4-bad-hair-day.html' title='Weekend Snapshot # 4 - Bad hair day'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005850463484731408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/R_SvVNFLtTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FPWZRT4SFnA/S220/1_779855028l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SSqRdGj3t-I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/h3KueKG5zAY/s72-c/Shadow+(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574056390979356789.post-608319643122653902</id><published>2008-11-24T02:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T02:42:42.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's Flowers # 4 - Orchid</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SSqDNENFAZI/AAAAAAAAAJI/CLULIIF1WnA/s1600-h/DSC00328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SSqDNENFAZI/AAAAAAAAAJI/CLULIIF1WnA/s400/DSC00328.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272170574280720786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Orchid is from my mom's garden. She loves flowers and she takes care of them with tender loving care. But after her stroke last May and caused her right side paralysis, she no longer takes care of them personally. So she was so happy to see her Orchids bloom. It really made her smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To view more flowery posts, just visit &lt;a href="http://flowersfromtoday.blogspot.com/"&gt;Today's Flowers&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SSqC5cj_4bI/AAAAAAAAAJA/EpJn3zBL3mk/s1600-h/LOGO+TODA%27Y+02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 102px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SSqC5cj_4bI/AAAAAAAAAJA/EpJn3zBL3mk/s400/LOGO+TODA%27Y+02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272170237221921202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574056390979356789-608319643122653902?l=abay-melissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/feeds/608319643122653902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574056390979356789&amp;postID=608319643122653902' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/608319643122653902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/608319643122653902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/2008/11/todays-flowers-4-orchid.html' title='Today&apos;s Flowers # 4 - Orchid'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005850463484731408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/R_SvVNFLtTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FPWZRT4SFnA/S220/1_779855028l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SSqDNENFAZI/AAAAAAAAAJI/CLULIIF1WnA/s72-c/DSC00328.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574056390979356789.post-1264504405102440929</id><published>2008-11-22T18:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T02:15:05.278-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yummy Sunday'/><title type='text'>Yummy Food # 2 - Buko Juice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.peterjanet.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w184/janet_bl/yummysunday.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SSkpeEGFn-I/AAAAAAAAAI4/ZjqrHWLlE7k/s1600-h/tambay108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SSkpeEGFn-I/AAAAAAAAAI4/ZjqrHWLlE7k/s400/tambay108.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271790435285966818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buko juice is a very popular refreshing drink in the Philippines. "Buko" is a Filipino word which means "young coconut" in English. Hence, Buko juice is also known as Coconut Milk Drink. Buko juice is also known to cure UTI (Urinary Tract Infection). For more yummy posts just visit &lt;a href="http://www.peterjanet.com/"&gt;YUMMY SUNDAY&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574056390979356789-1264504405102440929?l=abay-melissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/feeds/1264504405102440929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574056390979356789&amp;postID=1264504405102440929' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/1264504405102440929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/1264504405102440929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/2008/11/yummy-food-2-buko-juice.html' title='Yummy Food # 2 - Buko Juice'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005850463484731408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/R_SvVNFLtTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FPWZRT4SFnA/S220/1_779855028l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SSkpeEGFn-I/AAAAAAAAAI4/ZjqrHWLlE7k/s72-c/tambay108.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574056390979356789.post-1644650056673809324</id><published>2008-11-22T16:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T16:29:57.648-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scenic Sunday'/><title type='text'>Scenic Sunday # 3 - Fisherman's boat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://scenicsunday.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i179.photobucket.com/albums/w287/aishawed/1021924_50950866-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SSih_BqQU-I/AAAAAAAAAIw/HqQCTBLd-fk/s1600-h/fisherman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SSih_BqQU-I/AAAAAAAAAIw/HqQCTBLd-fk/s400/fisherman.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271641467986662370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scenic Sunday is up again. I took this photo at Opol Beach Resort, Philippines. Just thought of taking the photo of the fisherman on his boat and thought it would be a great entry for Scenic Sunday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574056390979356789-1644650056673809324?l=abay-melissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/feeds/1644650056673809324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574056390979356789&amp;postID=1644650056673809324' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/1644650056673809324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/1644650056673809324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/2008/11/scenic-sunday-3-fishermans-boat.html' title='Scenic Sunday # 3 - Fisherman&apos;s boat'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005850463484731408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/R_SvVNFLtTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FPWZRT4SFnA/S220/1_779855028l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SSih_BqQU-I/AAAAAAAAAIw/HqQCTBLd-fk/s72-c/fisherman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574056390979356789.post-4190471545935965999</id><published>2008-11-22T02:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T02:19:17.700-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>When God Made You</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/izbzKArXvcI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/izbzKArXvcI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Payang introduced me to this beautiful song. The moment i heard it, i fell in love with the song. It's a very beautiful wedding song and i just love the lyrics, so meaningful. I love listening to it over and over again. Hearing the song makes me think  of me and my hubby &amp; how grateful i am to God for giving me a man like him. :) By the way this song is from  Natalie Grant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574056390979356789-4190471545935965999?l=abay-melissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/feeds/4190471545935965999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574056390979356789&amp;postID=4190471545935965999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/4190471545935965999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/4190471545935965999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/2008/11/when-god-made-you.html' title='When God Made You'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005850463484731408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/R_SvVNFLtTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FPWZRT4SFnA/S220/1_779855028l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574056390979356789.post-2585467587249473427</id><published>2008-11-21T01:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T02:01:03.642-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>32 weeks &amp; still counting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SSaDInvRIcI/AAAAAAAAAIo/RqJYCUIn66Y/s1600-h/newbornLLS01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SSaDInvRIcI/AAAAAAAAAIo/RqJYCUIn66Y/s320/newbornLLS01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271044598013174210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Whew! Im now on my 32 weeks of pregnancy. I know i'm getting there already and i have mixed emotions as my expected date draws near. I am excited when it happens but at the same time scared of what i'll be going through when i'll be on labor. I have been reviewing my nursing books regarding the Labor and Delivery process and i've been reading alot from the internet as well. It's my first time so i really don't know what to expect. I can only presume that going into labor is painful and as to what extent, i really don't know. I could only hope and pray that when the time comes,i'll do just fine and that my baby and i will be both healthy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574056390979356789-2585467587249473427?l=abay-melissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/feeds/2585467587249473427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574056390979356789&amp;postID=2585467587249473427' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/2585467587249473427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/2585467587249473427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/2008/11/32-weeks-still-counting.html' title='32 weeks &amp; still counting'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005850463484731408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/R_SvVNFLtTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FPWZRT4SFnA/S220/1_779855028l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SSaDInvRIcI/AAAAAAAAAIo/RqJYCUIn66Y/s72-c/newbornLLS01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574056390979356789.post-3886559711272349443</id><published>2008-11-19T00:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T00:41:56.215-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Watery Wednesday'/><title type='text'>Watery Wednesday # 4 - Water Pump</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SSPPMBXgyAI/AAAAAAAAAIg/1nT_kdw2qVI/s1600-h/WateryWed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 70px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SSPPMBXgyAI/AAAAAAAAAIg/1nT_kdw2qVI/s400/WateryWed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270283794386044930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SSPPAD2McjI/AAAAAAAAAIY/np8U308Y47U/s1600-h/davao102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SSPPAD2McjI/AAAAAAAAAIY/np8U308Y47U/s400/davao102.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270283588893176370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Water Pump can be found as you walk along the gardens of Eden Nature Park in Davao city, Philippines. I would love to have it in my garden as well. LOL! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have your own watery photos, you might like to join us @ &lt;a href="http://waterywednesday.blogspot.com/"&gt;Watery Wednesday&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574056390979356789-3886559711272349443?l=abay-melissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/feeds/3886559711272349443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574056390979356789&amp;postID=3886559711272349443' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/3886559711272349443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/3886559711272349443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/2008/11/watery-wednesday-4-water-pump.html' title='Watery Wednesday # 4 - Water Pump'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005850463484731408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/R_SvVNFLtTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FPWZRT4SFnA/S220/1_779855028l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SSPPMBXgyAI/AAAAAAAAAIg/1nT_kdw2qVI/s72-c/WateryWed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574056390979356789.post-2234888330092635704</id><published>2008-11-16T18:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T19:05:02.731-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend snapshot'/><title type='text'>Weekend snapshot # 3 - Surprise Package</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://weekendsnapshot.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff82/weekendsnapshots/button1.gif" height="15" width="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SSDdaxtR0kI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/IBCXIGEQESI/s1600-h/DSCN0642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SSDdaxtR0kI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/IBCXIGEQESI/s400/DSCN0642.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269455016113066562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My niece, Kyzzie was playing around this big box. I guess she had more fun with the box than what was actually inside it. LOL! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to view more entries of the weekend snapshot, just visit the &lt;a href="http://weekendsnapshot.com/"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt;. Have a great week ahead!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574056390979356789-2234888330092635704?l=abay-melissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/feeds/2234888330092635704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574056390979356789&amp;postID=2234888330092635704' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/2234888330092635704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/2234888330092635704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/2008/11/weekend-snapshot-3-surprise-package.html' title='Weekend snapshot # 3 - Surprise Package'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005850463484731408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/R_SvVNFLtTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FPWZRT4SFnA/S220/1_779855028l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SSDdaxtR0kI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/IBCXIGEQESI/s72-c/DSCN0642.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574056390979356789.post-6833726680613875887</id><published>2008-11-16T16:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T16:38:11.288-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Today&apos;s Flowers'/><title type='text'>Today's Flowers # 3 - a Cactus in bloom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SSC6HC_hjmI/AAAAAAAAAH4/46GgdDGsw48/s1600-h/LOGO+TODA%27Y+02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 102px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SSC6HC_hjmI/AAAAAAAAAH4/46GgdDGsw48/s320/LOGO+TODA%27Y+02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269416194248642146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SSC5oUzRopI/AAAAAAAAAHw/9SjtvU9mup4/s1600-h/DSCN2281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SSC5oUzRopI/AAAAAAAAAHw/9SjtvU9mup4/s400/DSCN2281.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269415666453160594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Cactus Plant is once again in bloom. Clueless as i was before, i didn't even know that cactus can have flowers too. So i was surprised when i first saw one. It was so beautiful. I was enchanted by it. Its flowers opens up only at night and early dawn but closes it's petals in the morning. I had to wake up at early dawn just to take a shot of it because it's the time where it fully blooms. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to join this meme, just visit &lt;a href="http://flowersfromtoday.blogspot.com/"&gt;Today's Flowers&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574056390979356789-6833726680613875887?l=abay-melissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/feeds/6833726680613875887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574056390979356789&amp;postID=6833726680613875887' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/6833726680613875887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/6833726680613875887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/2008/11/todays-flowers-3-cactus-in-bloom.html' title='Today&apos;s Flowers # 3 - a Cactus in bloom'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005850463484731408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/R_SvVNFLtTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FPWZRT4SFnA/S220/1_779855028l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SSC6HC_hjmI/AAAAAAAAAH4/46GgdDGsw48/s72-c/LOGO+TODA%27Y+02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574056390979356789.post-5432197833452535649</id><published>2008-11-16T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T00:00:00.743-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yummy Sunday'/><title type='text'>Yummy Sunday # 1 - Native sweets</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.peterjanet.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w184/janet_bl/yummysunday.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SR9-UbQgpKI/AAAAAAAAAHo/RMGUIlHeBrw/s1600-h/yummy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SR9-UbQgpKI/AAAAAAAAAHo/RMGUIlHeBrw/s400/yummy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269068978426258594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suman is a popular rice delicacy. Suman is steamed glutinous rice, sweetened or unsweetened, wrapped in oiled coconut or banana leaves. The suman in the photo is an unsweetened variety. This is usually wrapped and tied with strands of coconut leaves.How to eat this type of suman? Well, You cut a piece, dip it in sugar and eat it. Usually Suman is best served together with delicious sweet riped mangoes. For more yummy posts, visit &lt;a href="http://www.peterjanet.com/"&gt;Yummy Sunday&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574056390979356789-5432197833452535649?l=abay-melissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/feeds/5432197833452535649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574056390979356789&amp;postID=5432197833452535649' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/5432197833452535649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/5432197833452535649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/2008/11/yummy-sunday-1-native-sweets.html' title='Yummy Sunday # 1 - Native sweets'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005850463484731408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/R_SvVNFLtTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FPWZRT4SFnA/S220/1_779855028l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SR9-UbQgpKI/AAAAAAAAAHo/RMGUIlHeBrw/s72-c/yummy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574056390979356789.post-5136405146419173556</id><published>2008-11-15T15:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T16:19:51.697-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scenic Sunday'/><title type='text'>Scenic Sunday # 2 - Pearl Farm Beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://scenicsunday.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i179.photobucket.com/albums/w287/aishawed/1021924_50950866-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SR9jWdBZPbI/AAAAAAAAAHg/3ZrWFir_keU/s1600-h/CIMG5628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SR9jWdBZPbI/AAAAAAAAAHg/3ZrWFir_keU/s400/CIMG5628.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269039326445518258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pearl Farm Beach Resort is a private paradise nestled in the quiet side of Samal Island, Philippines. This 14 hectare resort is just a 45 minute boat ride from Davao City Marina Warf. It is called the Pearl Farm because formerly thousands of white-lipped oysters were cultivated for their pink, white, and gold pearls. The first time i visited this beautiful paradise, i was so mesmerized by its beauty that everytime i have the chance to visit Davao, I'd always make a point to visit Pearl Farm Beach resort. For more beautiful scenery posts, visit &lt;a href="http://scenicsunday.blogspot.com/"&gt;Scenic Sunday&lt;/a&gt;. Have a great weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574056390979356789-5136405146419173556?l=abay-melissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/feeds/5136405146419173556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574056390979356789&amp;postID=5136405146419173556' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/5136405146419173556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/5136405146419173556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/2008/11/scenic-sunday-2-pearl-farm-beach.html' title='Scenic Sunday # 2 - Pearl Farm Beach'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005850463484731408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/R_SvVNFLtTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FPWZRT4SFnA/S220/1_779855028l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SR9jWdBZPbI/AAAAAAAAAHg/3ZrWFir_keU/s72-c/CIMG5628.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574056390979356789.post-6962398901656445331</id><published>2008-11-14T01:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T02:26:35.720-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Out from the Hospital</title><content type='html'>Yes you heard it right.I just got out from the hospital today. I was confined for 2 days due to diarrhea and vomiting. When my hubby came home from work Wednesday night, i was already so sick. I had been vomiting for 10 times already and i threw up almost anything i take even water and i had almost 7 trips to the bathroom. It was terrible and my stomach hurts and i had premature contractions. I was really scared. It was almost 12 midnight and my husband was already worried. So he rushed  me to the hospital for treatment. If  i wasn't pregnant i really wouldn't want to be confined at the hospital but because i have a baby inside me, i had to think of her safety as well. My first night at the hospital was really bad. I had not slept. I was in so much pain. I was so scared but my hubby was right there for me.  I know he was worried but he tried not to show it because i was crying already. He wanted to be strong for me and the baby. The next day though, i was already feeling better. My appetite went back and i had fewer contractions already. Felt even better knowing that my baby's health is fine as evident by her normal fetal heartbeat counts and her kicks are even more stronger this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels good to be home finally. From now on i'd be very extra careful on what i eat. What i do bad to my health now would greatly harm my baby's health as well. I'm just so thankful that i was able to recover and that our hospital bills were not as expensive as i thought it would be. God heard my prayers...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574056390979356789-6962398901656445331?l=abay-melissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/feeds/6962398901656445331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574056390979356789&amp;postID=6962398901656445331' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/6962398901656445331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/6962398901656445331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/2008/11/out-from-hospital.html' title='Out from the Hospital'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005850463484731408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/R_SvVNFLtTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FPWZRT4SFnA/S220/1_779855028l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574056390979356789.post-8423069306766312351</id><published>2008-11-11T16:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T17:13:43.175-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Watery Wednesday'/><title type='text'>Watery Wednesday # 3 - Beach Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SRotrUpoudI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Kysnuo92pn0/s1600-h/WateryWed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 70px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SRotrUpoudI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Kysnuo92pn0/s320/WateryWed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267572936464185810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SRoq-m-QktI/AAAAAAAAAG8/JIF45_SSdhM/s1600-h/opol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SRoq-m-QktI/AAAAAAAAAG8/JIF45_SSdhM/s400/opol.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267569969265152722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm already on my 3rd post for Watery Wednesday and i'm enjoying it. I thank 2sweetnsaxy for hosting it. This picture was taken just across the restaurant of my uncle in OPOL. The beach looks so beautiful that just by looking at it makes you feel like having a swim. For more Watery posts just visit &lt;a href="http://eyesmindheart.blogspot.com/"&gt;Watery Wednesday&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574056390979356789-8423069306766312351?l=abay-melissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/feeds/8423069306766312351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574056390979356789&amp;postID=8423069306766312351' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/8423069306766312351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/8423069306766312351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/2008/11/watery-wednesday-3-beach-life.html' title='Watery Wednesday # 3 - Beach Life'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005850463484731408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/R_SvVNFLtTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FPWZRT4SFnA/S220/1_779855028l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SRotrUpoudI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Kysnuo92pn0/s72-c/WateryWed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574056390979356789.post-9174939082054706196</id><published>2008-11-11T01:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T01:53:47.062-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Exhausted from the trip</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, my hubby and i went to Iligan City to visit my parents. It was also my father's birthday. The trip to Iligan is just and hour &amp; a half drive but now that I'm 7 months pregnant it seems as though the trip was very long. But when i saw my parents, it brought smiles on my face. I missed them alot. My dog Borgy, was jumping up and down when he saw me. He must have missed me too. LOL! Too bad we had to leave early this morning because my husband has work. I always feel a lump in my throat after every visits to my parents. I really wish that they just leave nearby so i can check on them as often as i could. Someday, i'd like to buy a house for them here in Cagayan de Oro. So anyway, the trip back here got me exhausted and i slept the whole afternoon. I even had to miss posting my entry for the Weekend snapshot cause i was too tired to get up. I guess I'll just have to join next week. Although i feel exhausted, my trip back home was all worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574056390979356789-9174939082054706196?l=abay-melissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/feeds/9174939082054706196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574056390979356789&amp;postID=9174939082054706196' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/9174939082054706196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/9174939082054706196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/2008/11/exhausted-from-trip.html' title='Exhausted from the trip'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005850463484731408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/R_SvVNFLtTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FPWZRT4SFnA/S220/1_779855028l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574056390979356789.post-7387304688946501318</id><published>2008-11-09T02:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T14:35:11.826-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Today&apos;s Flowers'/><title type='text'>Today's Flower # 2- a White Rose means...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SRbQuZ4-QZI/AAAAAAAAAG0/gbhzHWxgzuY/s1600-h/LOGO+TODA%27Y+02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 102px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SRbQuZ4-QZI/AAAAAAAAAG0/gbhzHWxgzuY/s320/LOGO+TODA%27Y+02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266626309898781074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SRbLbSESYFI/AAAAAAAAAGs/byZaIZ-UcQ0/s1600-h/rose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SRbLbSESYFI/AAAAAAAAAGs/byZaIZ-UcQ0/s400/rose.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266620483823099986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White roses can mean many things to different people. The white rose glorifies a love that is unaware of the temptations of the flesh and resides only in the soul. As opposed to the red rose that speaks of passionate promises, the meaning of a white rose is in its simplicity and pristine purity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes called "the flower of light", one of the meanings of white roses is everlasting love - love stronger than death, an eternal love, undying and all sustaining. White rose speaks of a love that is sustained more by loyalty, reverence and humility than by red-blooded passion. So, in its capacity to worship someone till death, the meaning of a white rose is unchanging loyalty that endures beyond all else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first white roses i got was given to me by my boyfriend who eventually became my husband. If you'd like to join Today's Flowers, just visit the &lt;a href="http://flowersfromtoday.blogspot.com/"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574056390979356789-7387304688946501318?l=abay-melissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/feeds/7387304688946501318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574056390979356789&amp;postID=7387304688946501318' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/7387304688946501318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/7387304688946501318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/2008/11/todays-flower-2-white-rose-means.html' title='Today&apos;s Flower # 2- a White Rose means...'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005850463484731408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/R_SvVNFLtTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FPWZRT4SFnA/S220/1_779855028l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SRbQuZ4-QZI/AAAAAAAAAG0/gbhzHWxgzuY/s72-c/LOGO+TODA%27Y+02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574056390979356789.post-6352650796163667197</id><published>2008-11-08T19:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T20:10:27.854-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photohunt'/><title type='text'>Photo Hunt # 1- Together</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SRZWUmY7pzI/AAAAAAAAAGk/YP_uFgrnxVU/s1600-h/photohunter7iq.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 80px; height: 15px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SRZWUmY7pzI/AAAAAAAAAGk/YP_uFgrnxVU/s400/photohunter7iq.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266491726158866226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SRZS8dmJYNI/AAAAAAAAAGc/rNN6G93FhIg/s1600-h/lola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SRZS8dmJYNI/AAAAAAAAAGc/rNN6G93FhIg/s400/lola.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266488012946628818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my very first entry to Photohunt, I chose this photo for this weeks theme "together". This is a Photo of me and cousins with our beloved Grandma or as we call it here in the Philippines Lola. This was our last Christmas photo together with our Lola. She died last year at the age of 89 yrs. old. We miss her alot!&lt;br /&gt;To join Photohunt, just visit &lt;a href="http://tnchick.com/"&gt;TnChick's site&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574056390979356789-6352650796163667197?l=abay-melissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/feeds/6352650796163667197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574056390979356789&amp;postID=6352650796163667197' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/6352650796163667197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/6352650796163667197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/2008/11/photo-hunt-1-together.html' title='Photo Hunt # 1- Together'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005850463484731408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/R_SvVNFLtTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FPWZRT4SFnA/S220/1_779855028l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SRZWUmY7pzI/AAAAAAAAAGk/YP_uFgrnxVU/s72-c/photohunter7iq.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574056390979356789.post-7819643266500771767</id><published>2008-11-08T15:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T15:22:25.043-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scenic Sunday'/><title type='text'>Scenic sunday # 1- Clear Blue</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://scenicsunday.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i179.photobucket.com/albums/w287/aishawed/1021924_50950866-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SRYbTMX9wAI/AAAAAAAAAGU/za-M9kz3HhU/s1600-h/scenic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SRYbTMX9wAI/AAAAAAAAAGU/za-M9kz3HhU/s400/scenic.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266426830809579522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With clear blue skies and water, what a perfect day to relax and commune with nature! This is my first entry to &lt;a href="http://scenicsunday.blogspot.com/"&gt;Scenic Sunday&lt;/a&gt;. Have a nice and blessed weekend everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574056390979356789-7819643266500771767?l=abay-melissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/feeds/7819643266500771767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574056390979356789&amp;postID=7819643266500771767' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/7819643266500771767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/7819643266500771767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/2008/11/scenic-sunday-1-clear-blue.html' title='Scenic sunday # 1- Clear Blue'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005850463484731408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/R_SvVNFLtTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FPWZRT4SFnA/S220/1_779855028l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SRYbTMX9wAI/AAAAAAAAAGU/za-M9kz3HhU/s72-c/scenic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574056390979356789.post-4221450599514509721</id><published>2008-11-06T23:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T04:21:19.418-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>A career move</title><content type='html'>My husband has been considering on finding another job. He's no longer happy with his present job and he wants a higher salary offer now that we're going to have a baby soon. We've been praying for a good opportunity to come. Then the other day, he got a text message from his brother-in-law informing him that the company he's working with BOUNTY-AGRO VENTURES is hiring Sales Specialist. What's good about the offer is that aside from the good salary, he will be getting incentives. So this morning, my hubby took time to submit his application letter along with his bio-data. After an hour, we got a call from the company and he was asked if he could come back in the afternoon for the interview. I saw from him how determined he is to get that job. He went to the interview and right after then, he called to tell me that the interview went well. He was told to come back next week for the exam. The manager even asked my husband, how long will it take for him to resign his present job, to which he replied that he'd be given atleast 5 days. We are both hoping and praying he'd get the job. This may be the career move his been waiting for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574056390979356789-4221450599514509721?l=abay-melissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/feeds/4221450599514509721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574056390979356789&amp;postID=4221450599514509721' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/4221450599514509721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/4221450599514509721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/2008/11/career-move.html' title='A career move'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005850463484731408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/R_SvVNFLtTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FPWZRT4SFnA/S220/1_779855028l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574056390979356789.post-9042711653803450731</id><published>2008-11-06T16:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T18:36:52.957-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Healed wounds...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SROpQz_u7VI/AAAAAAAAAGM/C1ccJM2o6yI/s1600-h/anna2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 269px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SROpQz_u7VI/AAAAAAAAAGM/C1ccJM2o6yI/s320/anna2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265738495626767698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday i wasn't quite feeling well. I had a bad headache and i felt a little dizzy. It was a rainy day yesterday and my thoughts were wandering. I guess the rain made me into a lot of thinking.LOL! It made me assess and reflect on how my relationship with my hubby started and how it evolved. As i looked back, it got me thinking about the good and not so good memories we had in our relationship. When we started out as boyfriend-girlfriend thing, we were very happy. Everything was so beautiful. It seems as though the world could do no wrong to our relationship. But after 3 mos, he had to go back to Manila to work while i was left here in Cagayan de Oro. I took it real hard and i remember crying hard when he left. Despite the distance, our communication was never a problem. But i demanded more of his time and we argue alot about it. I cried everytime we have a heated argument. We both tried to make our relationship work because we both loved each other. After a year, our relationship was shaky. We always argue. I was always doubting him, i was so clingy and so demanding and i guess he got fed up one day &amp; he called me up and decided that we both need space to think things over. I remember how painful that was for me. I cried night and day, day and night. I ran to my family and friends for support but the pain was just too much. I could not accept that i was losing him. I turned off my phone for 2 days but it made me miss him more. Then on the third day, i            finally opened it and he called. We talked and he was sorry for hurting me. He said he still loves me. We got back together and the rest is history. He came back home here last February and i'm now married to him and we're expecting a baby next year. I'm happy with this new chapter of my life with him. He's a loving man and I'm so thankful to God for giving him to me. I know the past wounds have healed but there are times when i remember it and i could still feel a little pain. I talked to him about it last night, he just hugged me and told me that all of that is in the past. What's important is that we both learned from that episode in our relationship and that we both survived from those trials and at the end of it all we emerged as winners because we stood the test of times..."True Love Conquers All".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574056390979356789-9042711653803450731?l=abay-melissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/feeds/9042711653803450731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574056390979356789&amp;postID=9042711653803450731' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/9042711653803450731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/9042711653803450731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/2008/11/healed-wounds-do-they.html' title='Healed wounds...'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005850463484731408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/R_SvVNFLtTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FPWZRT4SFnA/S220/1_779855028l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SROpQz_u7VI/AAAAAAAAAGM/C1ccJM2o6yI/s72-c/anna2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574056390979356789.post-5049295122902438135</id><published>2008-11-05T01:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T01:33:35.943-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Template'/><title type='text'>A new look for My Own World</title><content type='html'>These past few weeks i have been contemplating on changing my blog template. I have searched for sites offering free blog templates but it seems i just couldn't find what i wanted. So in the end i found a few templates offered in some sites and i settled for this. It's simple and i like it because it's a 3 column template but still i haven't found the right one yet. I'm still continuing my search but until then this will be the new look of MY OWN WORLD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574056390979356789-5049295122902438135?l=abay-melissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/feeds/5049295122902438135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574056390979356789&amp;postID=5049295122902438135' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/5049295122902438135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/5049295122902438135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/2008/11/new-look-for-my-own-world.html' title='A new look for My Own World'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005850463484731408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/R_SvVNFLtTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FPWZRT4SFnA/S220/1_779855028l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574056390979356789.post-1421700169757728907</id><published>2008-11-04T16:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T16:58:15.935-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Watery Wednesday'/><title type='text'>Watery Wednesday # 2 - Man made Water Falls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SRDoixVO9BI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Q3W7X9OhQkA/s1600-h/WateryWed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 70px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SRDoixVO9BI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Q3W7X9OhQkA/s400/WateryWed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264963648451703826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SRDls0vnOcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/UBLWvaLbom0/s1600-h/eden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SRDls0vnOcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/UBLWvaLbom0/s400/eden.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264960522631461314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just one of the greatest attractions at Eden Park, Davao City. The first time i saw it, i was amazed at how beautiful it was. How wonderful are the works of men who made this falls! The rushing sound of the water is just so soothing and so relaxing. For more watery post, visit &lt;a href="http://eyesmindheart.blogspot.com"&gt;Watery Wednesday&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574056390979356789-1421700169757728907?l=abay-melissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/feeds/1421700169757728907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574056390979356789&amp;postID=1421700169757728907' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/1421700169757728907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/1421700169757728907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/2008/11/watery-wednesday-2-man-made-water-falls.html' title='Watery Wednesday # 2 - Man made Water Falls'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005850463484731408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/R_SvVNFLtTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FPWZRT4SFnA/S220/1_779855028l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SRDoixVO9BI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Q3W7X9OhQkA/s72-c/WateryWed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574056390979356789.post-4688807200348264036</id><published>2008-11-03T01:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T01:00:05.053-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend snapshot'/><title type='text'>Weekend Snapshot #2 - Grab a slice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://weekendsnapshot.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff82/weekendsnapshots/button1.gif" height="15" width="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SQ48iK4OwuI/AAAAAAAAAFk/xbS1vJ1XEig/s1600-h/pizza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SQ48iK4OwuI/AAAAAAAAAFk/xbS1vJ1XEig/s400/pizza.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264211572176110306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my second entry to weekend snapshot, i thought of snapping a photo of my favorite Pizza. Growing up as a child, my weekends always includes pizza. My Aunt would always tag along me and my cousins when she goes shopping and we always look forward to it because after shopping she gets to treat us with Pizza. How we just love it! Last weekend i was craving for it and i bought one. LOL! It looks really yummy in the photo...Would anyone like to have a slice of Pizza? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574056390979356789-4688807200348264036?l=abay-melissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/feeds/4688807200348264036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574056390979356789&amp;postID=4688807200348264036' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/4688807200348264036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/4688807200348264036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/2008/11/weekend-snapshot-2-grab-slice.html' title='Weekend Snapshot #2 - Grab a slice'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005850463484731408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/R_SvVNFLtTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FPWZRT4SFnA/S220/1_779855028l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SQ48iK4OwuI/AAAAAAAAAFk/xbS1vJ1XEig/s72-c/pizza.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574056390979356789.post-1005527502273320673</id><published>2008-11-03T00:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T00:48:47.148-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contest'/><title type='text'>Sweetytots First Giveaway</title><content type='html'>This is my first time to join blog contest and if in case i win i would be very happy. Im a soon to be mom and i decided to join so i could have the freebie toy for my baby when she comes out. I know she will enjoy playing it. So if you want to join the contest like me, visit @ http://www.sweetytots.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Subscribe to my feed by entering your email on my RSS Dolly (right upper corner). Compulsary to be able to qualify.&lt;br /&gt;2. Head on over to Come and Play.&lt;br /&gt;3. Pick your favorite item.&lt;br /&gt;4. Come back here and comment in the official entry form below the extra entries section on what you chose&lt;br /&gt;5. Leave an extra comment in this post. You have to comment on the post and the entry form to qualify.&lt;br /&gt;6. Extra entry if you blog about this giveaway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574056390979356789-1005527502273320673?l=abay-melissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/feeds/1005527502273320673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574056390979356789&amp;postID=1005527502273320673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/1005527502273320673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/1005527502273320673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/2008/11/sweetytots-first-giveaway.html' title='Sweetytots First Giveaway'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005850463484731408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/R_SvVNFLtTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FPWZRT4SFnA/S220/1_779855028l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574056390979356789.post-3405200920875186513</id><published>2008-11-02T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T08:00:01.335-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Today&apos;s Flowers'/><title type='text'>Today's Flower # 1- wishing flower</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SQ1YKPfzW4I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/J-pWbNObdfE/s1600-h/LOGO+TODA%27Y+02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 102px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SQ1YKPfzW4I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/J-pWbNObdfE/s320/LOGO+TODA%27Y+02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263960472447835010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SQ1XtNiBMDI/AAAAAAAAAFI/3GJUEl2h3xU/s1600-h/flowers.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SQ1XtNiBMDI/AAAAAAAAAFI/3GJUEl2h3xU/s320/flowers.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263959973704052786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a wishing well from eden nature park in Davao City, Philippines. It is filled with beautiful and colorful flowers, so i thought of posting this as my first entry to Today's Flowers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574056390979356789-3405200920875186513?l=abay-melissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/feeds/3405200920875186513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574056390979356789&amp;postID=3405200920875186513' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/3405200920875186513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/3405200920875186513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/2008/11/todays-flower-1-wishing-flower.html' title='Today&apos;s Flower # 1- wishing flower'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005850463484731408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/R_SvVNFLtTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FPWZRT4SFnA/S220/1_779855028l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SQ1YKPfzW4I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/J-pWbNObdfE/s72-c/LOGO+TODA%27Y+02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574056390979356789.post-3240254501546029220</id><published>2008-11-01T02:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T02:37:30.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>im just bored...</title><content type='html'>It's one of these days again when i feel totally bored with my pregnancy. I often ask myself if there's something wrong with me. I looked up the internet to find articles regarding boredom at pregnancy and the reasons why it happens and I found the answers to my query. It says " Many women become tired of being pregnant during the third trimester, and some even earlier. What's exciting and new during the first few weeks and months of pregnancy can become pretty tedious by the sixth or seventh month." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing particularly thrilling about having to roll out of bed sideways, groan everytime i stand up and go to the comfort room about 20 times a day or more and even having to wake up at wee hours of the night just to pee. These are just but some reasons why it is enough to wipe the rosy glow from even the most excited mom-to-be. According to the articles i've read, they suggested that it's time for me to enjoy the last few months of pre-baby freedom because during the months (and years!) after my baby is born, time for myself will be a precious commodity. The article suggested a few ideas on how to savor the time left before the baby comes out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Make dates with friends. Enjoy a good in-depth chat with your best friend over lunch or coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Streamline your space. Clean out your files, sift through the junk in the kitchen drawer, or put those boxed-up prints in the loft into photo albums. There's plenty of organising you can do around the house that won't strain you physically, and once you're in mummy-mode you'll be grateful for the reduced clutter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Pamper yourself. If you can possibly afford it, a pregnancy massage at a reputable spa is well worth the money. For a less expensive treat, have a soothing pedicure or facial instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Set up time-savers. Make an appointment for a new, easy-to-manage haircut, collect takeaway menus from restaurants near your home, and set up an online bank account so that you can manage your finances easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Connect with your partner. Enjoy some peaceful, romantic dinners together - whether you head out to a restaurant or snuggle up at home with comfort food - and focus on each other while you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Indulge in some retail therapy. Treat yourself to a pretty new maternity bra or some elegant pumps to wear in late pregnancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Do some exercise. Go for a gentle swim at your local pool and enjoy the sensation of being able to float! You'll burn some calories, will feel invigorated and it will help you to sleep better afterwards. If swimming isn't your thing, go for a stroll in the fresh air instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Escape to another world. Tuck in to a nice big novel or rent a few DVDs that sweep you off your feet into another place or time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of those ideas the article suggested, i should at least give it a try. I guess it will do me good and it will help me manage my boredom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574056390979356789-3240254501546029220?l=abay-melissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/feeds/3240254501546029220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574056390979356789&amp;postID=3240254501546029220' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/3240254501546029220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/3240254501546029220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-just-bored.html' title='im just bored...'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005850463484731408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/R_SvVNFLtTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FPWZRT4SFnA/S220/1_779855028l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574056390979356789.post-822784007158077808</id><published>2008-10-29T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T20:50:53.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Watery Wednesay # 1- Cool spring water</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SQktGKXAytI/AAAAAAAAAEg/mPA5tb87gqA/s1600-h/WateryWed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 70px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SQktGKXAytI/AAAAAAAAAEg/mPA5tb87gqA/s320/WateryWed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262787223442475730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SQks9rvc04I/AAAAAAAAAEY/ikQddVx2EJ8/s1600-h/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 272px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SQks9rvc04I/AAAAAAAAAEY/ikQddVx2EJ8/s400/scan0001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262787077784523650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my first entry to Watery Wednesday. These are my cousins having fun at Timoga Spring in Iligan City, Philippines. The splashing of the cold water made it hard for them to strike as what they call their "HUNK" pose..LOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574056390979356789-822784007158077808?l=abay-melissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/feeds/822784007158077808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574056390979356789&amp;postID=822784007158077808' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/822784007158077808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/822784007158077808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-is-my-first-entry-to-watery.html' title='Watery Wednesay # 1- Cool spring water'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005850463484731408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/R_SvVNFLtTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FPWZRT4SFnA/S220/1_779855028l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SQktGKXAytI/AAAAAAAAAEg/mPA5tb87gqA/s72-c/WateryWed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574056390979356789.post-2180641296072135427</id><published>2008-10-28T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T19:47:51.055-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Thankful for...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SQfH_N5PskI/AAAAAAAAADg/YDjwN2Nc-J4/s1600-h/rose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SQfH_N5PskI/AAAAAAAAADg/YDjwN2Nc-J4/s320/rose.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262394578481164866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; " Feeling gratitude and not expressing it is like wrapping a present and not giving it." ~William A. Ward. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to Thank God for the Blessings that come my way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Yesterday, Abay and I went to my OB-Gyne for my pre-natal check up. Everything went well. I'm thankful that my baby is fine. It was always good to hear her heartbeat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. My doctor told me that the baby is now positioned well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The doctor didn't ask (again) for professional fee for my check up. As far as i can remember i have only paid once for the last 7 months of my trip to her clinic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I was given 5 packs of ANMUM milk from my doctor. We were supposed to buy ANMUM milk after our doctor visit but instead i was given milk for free. LOL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. We went to SSS afterwards to file for my maternity benefits. I'm so thankful that the filing and processing were done in less than 30 minutes. Glad that the people whom we approached at SSS were so helpful and kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Lastly, I thank God for giving me a loving and patient husband who went with me through all these.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574056390979356789-2180641296072135427?l=abay-melissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/feeds/2180641296072135427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574056390979356789&amp;postID=2180641296072135427' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/2180641296072135427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/2180641296072135427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/2008/10/thankful-for.html' title='Thankful for...'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005850463484731408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/R_SvVNFLtTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FPWZRT4SFnA/S220/1_779855028l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SQfH_N5PskI/AAAAAAAAADg/YDjwN2Nc-J4/s72-c/rose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574056390979356789.post-1826346560671682669</id><published>2008-10-27T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T04:33:29.992-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend snapshot'/><title type='text'>Weekend Snapshot  # 1- fun in d' sand</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://weekendsnapshot.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff82/weekendsnapshots/button1.gif" height="15" width="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SQZivTpZBoI/AAAAAAAAADY/5ejYS5Od4Ps/s1600-h/kz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SQZivTpZBoI/AAAAAAAAADY/5ejYS5Od4Ps/s320/kz.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262001779496257154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my two adorable nieces Kyzzie and Avie. They love the beach and enjoys playing on the sand. They're both so cute and pretty that i cant resist to share this photo with you. By the way this is my first time to join weekend snapshot. Hope you like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574056390979356789-1826346560671682669?l=abay-melissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/feeds/1826346560671682669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574056390979356789&amp;postID=1826346560671682669' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/1826346560671682669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/1826346560671682669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/2008/10/fun-in-d-sand.html' title='Weekend Snapshot  # 1- fun in d&apos; sand'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005850463484731408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/R_SvVNFLtTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FPWZRT4SFnA/S220/1_779855028l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SQZivTpZBoI/AAAAAAAAADY/5ejYS5Od4Ps/s72-c/kz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574056390979356789.post-3777961603596699668</id><published>2008-10-25T01:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T01:37:34.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>an interview with GOD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SQLZfsOcVVI/AAAAAAAAADQ/cAg2kWRvWd8/s1600-h/cactus_clouds2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SQLZfsOcVVI/AAAAAAAAADQ/cAg2kWRvWd8/s320/cactus_clouds2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261006453193069906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Let me share this beautiful thoughts from GOD. A friend sent me this through my email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamed I had an interview with God.&lt;br /&gt;"Come in," God said. "So, you would like to interview Me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you have the time," I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God smiled and said: "My time is eternity and is enough to do everything; What questions do you have in mind to ask me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What surprises you most about mankind?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God answered:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That they get bored of being children, are in a rush to grow up, and then long to be children again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That they lose their health to make money and then lose their money to restore their health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That by thinking anxiously about the future, they forget the present, such that they live neither for the present nor the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That they live as if they will never die, and they die as if they had never lived."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's hands took mine and we were silent for awhile and then I asked...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As a parent, what are some of life's lessons you want your children to learn?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God replied with a smile:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To learn that they cannot make anyone love them. What they can do is to let themselves be loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To learn that what is most valuable is not what they have in their lives, but who they have in their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To learn that it is not good to compare themselves to others. All will be judged individually on their own merits, not as a group on a comparison basis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To learn that a rich person is not the one who has the most, but is one who needs the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To learn that it only takes a few seconds to open profound wounds in persons we love, and that it takes many years to heal them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To learn to forgive by practicing forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To learn that there are persons that love them dearly, but simply do not know how to express or show their feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To learn that money can buy everything but happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To learn that two people can look at the same thing and see it totally different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To learn that a true friend is someone who knows everything about them...and likes them anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To learn that it is not always enough that they be forgiven by others, but that they have to forgive themselves."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat there for awhile enjoying the moment. I thanked Him for his time and for all that He has done for me and my family, and He replied, "Anytime. I'm here 24 hours a day. All you have to do is ask for me, and I'll answer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a Blessed weekend everyone...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574056390979356789-3777961603596699668?l=abay-melissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/feeds/3777961603596699668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574056390979356789&amp;postID=3777961603596699668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/3777961603596699668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/3777961603596699668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/2008/10/interview-with-god.html' title='an interview with GOD'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005850463484731408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/R_SvVNFLtTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FPWZRT4SFnA/S220/1_779855028l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SQLZfsOcVVI/AAAAAAAAADQ/cAg2kWRvWd8/s72-c/cactus_clouds2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574056390979356789.post-3588524537714814791</id><published>2008-10-24T01:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T01:37:18.234-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>wish to be there...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SQGHBeNOhkI/AAAAAAAAADA/vtnqRKzOSfE/s1600-h/london.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SQGHBeNOhkI/AAAAAAAAADA/vtnqRKzOSfE/s320/london.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260634299103610434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A friend of mine way back during my nursing days, shared with me this picture which he took when he visited London. It's the picture of the famous London Eye (Millenium wheel). It is the biggest ferris wheel in Europe and has become the most popular tourist paid attraction in the UK. I wish to visit the London Eye too but take note, I am not however too eager to take on a ride with it because i have a not so good encounter with a ferris wheel when i was just a child. hehe. I just hope to admire the view and take a picture of it for myself. Well someday, i'll be there...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574056390979356789-3588524537714814791?l=abay-melissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/feeds/3588524537714814791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574056390979356789&amp;postID=3588524537714814791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/3588524537714814791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/3588524537714814791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/2008/10/wish-to-be-there.html' title='wish to be there...'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005850463484731408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/R_SvVNFLtTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FPWZRT4SFnA/S220/1_779855028l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SQGHBeNOhkI/AAAAAAAAADA/vtnqRKzOSfE/s72-c/london.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574056390979356789.post-3281093233770407062</id><published>2008-10-21T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T17:06:25.545-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philippine Government'/><title type='text'>Has justice been really served for Maureen?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SP1ZDz7E4_I/AAAAAAAAACw/grc2dR_ZuYg/s1600-h/prison.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SP1ZDz7E4_I/AAAAAAAAACw/grc2dR_ZuYg/s320/prison.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259457861851079666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was totally shocked and at the same time pissed off to what i heard on the local news that a convicted murderer after 13 years was released after President Arroyo approved the commutation of his sentence. Convicted killer Claudio Teehankee was arrested for killing Maureen Hultman and and John Roland Chapman on July 13, 1991. The victims Maureen and John and another friend Leino were coming home from a party at around 3am along Dasmarinas Village in Makati City. Teehankee drew out his gun and shot Chapman in the chest, killing him instantly, he then shot Leino, hitting him in the jaw and shot Maureen on the temple. Leino survived while Maureen died 2 months later. The murder case gained wide publicity this is due to the fact that Claudio Teehankee, Jr was the son of the late former Chief justice Claudio Teehnakee, Sr and the brother of former  Justice Undersecretary Manuel Teehankee. In short he came from the most influential family. It took 4 years before the conviction was made. The judge  sentenced him to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;reclusion perpetua&lt;/span&gt;(life imprisonment). Based on the Revised Penal Code of the Philippines, Teehankee should serve at least 40 years incarceration. The Hultman's and the rest of the filipino people like me were shocked when the Philippine President granted executive clemeny to Teehankee. The laws says that a convict can only be eligible for pardon if he already served 30 years imprisonment and if the convict already reached the age of 70. Teehankee has just served less than 20 years and he's only 62 years old. Therefore, the convicted killer is still not eligible for executive clemency. So what happened then? Why was he given clemency? What has happened to our justice system? Speculations says that the President is close to the Teehankee family. Though, Philippine Justice secretary Raul Gonzales was quick to defend the decision of Mrs. Arroyo saying that Teehankee has served his due and eligible for clemency. They also defended that Teehankee had a good behavior while in prison. That is full of crap! There are a lot of people who are in prison who deserve pardon than Teehankee. But because they are are not powerful and influential people like Teehankee, a lot of prisoners who deserve clemency are denied of it. That goes to show how unfair our justice system works. I just could not understand why the President granted his release. What on earth was she thinking? The man committed a heinous crime. How would the President feel if it happened to anyone of his family? Would she be happy about it? Would she still grant clemency to him? It's a shame that this is how our justice system works.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574056390979356789-3281093233770407062?l=abay-melissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/feeds/3281093233770407062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574056390979356789&amp;postID=3281093233770407062' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/3281093233770407062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/3281093233770407062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/2008/10/has-justice-been-really-served-for_21.html' title='Has justice been really served for Maureen?'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005850463484731408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/R_SvVNFLtTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FPWZRT4SFnA/S220/1_779855028l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SP1ZDz7E4_I/AAAAAAAAACw/grc2dR_ZuYg/s72-c/prison.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574056390979356789.post-1584407613999836894</id><published>2008-10-20T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T05:30:00.960-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>We are a family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SPxUUFZGxwI/AAAAAAAAACo/SF7hM90kaxE/s1600-h/cuzins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SPxUUFZGxwI/AAAAAAAAACo/SF7hM90kaxE/s320/cuzins.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259171168883492610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "We are a family like a giant tree branching out towards the sky, we are a family we&lt;br /&gt;are so much more than just you and I. We are a family like a giant tree, &lt;br /&gt;growing stronger, growing wiser, we are growing free."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture of the cousins was taken last December 24, 2004. The cousins are pretty tight and with every family gatherings, we always look forward to it because it's the time we get to bond again, share and make memories, exchange stories &amp; jokes and just being silly. 4 of my cousins live outside the Philippines,so it's hard for them to join every family gatherings here. We don't get to see them as much as we wanted to. So we only get to see them when they spend their vacations or holiday's here,which is not often. This year they are planning to spend Christmas here. We are all excited and it's been 4 years since we last saw them. It will be a very merry Christmas for all of us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574056390979356789-1584407613999836894?l=abay-melissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/feeds/1584407613999836894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574056390979356789&amp;postID=1584407613999836894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/1584407613999836894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/1584407613999836894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/2008/10/we-are-family.html' title='We are a family'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005850463484731408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/R_SvVNFLtTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FPWZRT4SFnA/S220/1_779855028l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SPxUUFZGxwI/AAAAAAAAACo/SF7hM90kaxE/s72-c/cuzins.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574056390979356789.post-4871822704899789839</id><published>2008-10-20T04:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T04:00:01.657-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pets'/><title type='text'>care for an ice pops?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SPxOypmWTRI/AAAAAAAAACY/3cGfVjOA6ig/s1600-h/DSC00268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SPxOypmWTRI/AAAAAAAAACY/3cGfVjOA6ig/s320/DSC00268.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259165096929021202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a hot sunny afternoon and i was craving for ice pop. So i bought one for myself and one for my puppy. heheh. See how much he loves his ice pop! haha. This is one of my puppies named Chance. He is mixed poodle and shitzu.  Chance is very lovable and very sweet dog. i just love him...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574056390979356789-4871822704899789839?l=abay-melissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/feeds/4871822704899789839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574056390979356789&amp;postID=4871822704899789839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/4871822704899789839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/4871822704899789839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/2008/10/care-for-ice-pops.html' title='care for an ice pops?'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005850463484731408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/R_SvVNFLtTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FPWZRT4SFnA/S220/1_779855028l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SPxOypmWTRI/AAAAAAAAACY/3cGfVjOA6ig/s72-c/DSC00268.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574056390979356789.post-138992200076138261</id><published>2008-10-19T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T05:55:54.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing mama</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SPspP9RJONI/AAAAAAAAACQ/4G3N4uEX6X8/s1600-h/pease-my-darling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SPspP9RJONI/AAAAAAAAACQ/4G3N4uEX6X8/s320/pease-my-darling.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258842344006432978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eversince my mama suffered a mild stroke last may 7, i have always been praying that she would soon be able to regain her strength and be able to perform her usual daily activities. She's still on continuous therapy. Her physical therapist visits her 2-3 times a week and aside from that she goes to the rehabilitation clinic at least twice every month. The last time i visited her she was improving and is able to walk with minimal assistance using the quad cane. I really miss mama. There isn't a day that i don't think of her. I am hopeful that one day soon she'll be able to walk on her own and that she'd be able to move her right side extremities. When my baby comes out, i would want her to teach me how to care for my baby. I would want her to carry her first grand daughter in her arms. What a lovely picture it would be!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574056390979356789-138992200076138261?l=abay-melissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/feeds/138992200076138261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574056390979356789&amp;postID=138992200076138261' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/138992200076138261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/138992200076138261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/2008/10/missing-mama.html' title='Missing mama'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005850463484731408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/R_SvVNFLtTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FPWZRT4SFnA/S220/1_779855028l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SPspP9RJONI/AAAAAAAAACQ/4G3N4uEX6X8/s72-c/pease-my-darling.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574056390979356789.post-1677607120678499266</id><published>2008-10-18T04:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T05:23:11.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When boredom strikes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SPnPtrB_xUI/AAAAAAAAACI/sNKXYW6s3dg/s1600-h/pregnant-woman-resting_~bxp68869.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SPnPtrB_xUI/AAAAAAAAACI/sNKXYW6s3dg/s320/pregnant-woman-resting_~bxp68869.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258462423483925826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The books and articles i've read says that it is but normal that during your 7th month of pregnancy, a woman feels bored and anxious for her pregnancy to be over. It's exactly what i feel right now. Im really bored, tired, exhausted and wished that this will end soon. The things that i love most to do before are now the things that gets me bored and tired. Going to the malls, shopping and going out with friends gives me the adrenaline rush and i enjoy it. But now that i'm pregnant, i'm too lazy to do these things and when i'm at it, i get easily bored and tired and by the time i get home, i feel so sleepy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if i'm just at home doing nothing, i still feel sleepy and tired. The third trimester is the most sleep challenged stage of pregnancy. With the frequency of urination, inability to get comfortable, extra weight, and preparing for the new baby, some women find themselves struggling to stay awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize now that pregnancy aint easy. They say it is an exciting experience that one goes through. I say it's true but as pregnancy progresses to later stages and near your expected due date, boredom strikes. Once this is all over excitement begins  as i prepare for motherhood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574056390979356789-1677607120678499266?l=abay-melissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/feeds/1677607120678499266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574056390979356789&amp;postID=1677607120678499266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/1677607120678499266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/1677607120678499266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/2008/10/when-boredom-strikes.html' title='When boredom strikes!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005850463484731408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/R_SvVNFLtTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FPWZRT4SFnA/S220/1_779855028l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SPnPtrB_xUI/AAAAAAAAACI/sNKXYW6s3dg/s72-c/pregnant-woman-resting_~bxp68869.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574056390979356789.post-8188015335215128370</id><published>2008-10-17T00:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T01:19:25.571-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>choosing a name @ 7 mos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SPhCnGPuG8I/AAAAAAAAACA/h2gUFk-KTNE/s1600-h/7mos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SPhCnGPuG8I/AAAAAAAAACA/h2gUFk-KTNE/s320/7mos.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258025804413934530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im am now on my 7 month of pregnancy and this picture tells me how my baby looks like inside. Cool huh? And according to the books that i've read, may baby now weighs about 3 pounds and she can now open and close her eyes. She floats, kicks, and hiccups which explains the sudden jumpy movement that i feel sometimes. Most of all she can now hear me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that my baby will be arriving soon, choosing a name for her is not that easy. I looked over the internet for possible baby names and always gets a headache after my search. hehe. Although i already have decided on what my baby's first name would be, i still have to choose for a 2nd name. Chloe would be my baby's first name but i still have to decide if it would be Chloe Eunice, Chloe Beatriz, Chloe Arianna, Chloe Simone or Chloe alexa. whew, the list just never stops. haha. So what will it be? Sugesstions, anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574056390979356789-8188015335215128370?l=abay-melissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/feeds/8188015335215128370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574056390979356789&amp;postID=8188015335215128370' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/8188015335215128370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/8188015335215128370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/2008/10/choosing-name-7-mos.html' title='choosing a name @ 7 mos'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005850463484731408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/R_SvVNFLtTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FPWZRT4SFnA/S220/1_779855028l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SPhCnGPuG8I/AAAAAAAAACA/h2gUFk-KTNE/s72-c/7mos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574056390979356789.post-8633289180526993112</id><published>2008-10-06T22:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T22:25:25.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a lovely portrait</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31223338@N08/2917507243/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3184/2917507243_414f21c3cc_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31223338@N08/2917507243/"&gt;DSC00252&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/31223338@N08/"&gt;prettyChloe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This portrait of a young girl has been hanging to the wall near the dining area and it has been there eversince. My Lolo loved this portrait very much. As a child, i would asked my lolo who's the girl in the portrait and he would simply reply that it was me. To a young child's mind i would simply believe what lolo has told me. Then as i grew up and was on my early teens, my then younger cousin liza would asked lolo the same question regarding the girl in the portrait, and to which my lolo replied that the little girl was her. This portrait is very memorable and precious to us. My tita Linda or Tita Da as we fondly call her who died of breast cancer  won this portrait from a book club.The girl in the portrait is very pretty and visitors who come into the house would always ask us who the girl is in the portrait. We really dont know who painted this portrait. We tried searching for this in the internet but to no avail. In one filipino movie which starred Lorna Tolentino, this same portrait was hanged in her house of that said movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that im having a baby girl, Abay told me that's how our baby Chloe will look like when she comes out. hehe. I could only hope and wish for that. I keep looking at the portrait and wonder what if my baby will look like the little girl. I remember  what my mom told me when she was carrying me that she conditioned her mind that the baby inside her would be a girl and it turned out the way she hoped and wished for. So now i'm trying to condition my mind that the baby i'm carrying will look like the pretty girl in the portrait....&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574056390979356789-8633289180526993112?l=abay-melissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/feeds/8633289180526993112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574056390979356789&amp;postID=8633289180526993112' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/8633289180526993112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/8633289180526993112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/2008/10/lovely-portrait.html' title='a lovely portrait'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005850463484731408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/R_SvVNFLtTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FPWZRT4SFnA/S220/1_779855028l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3184/2917507243_414f21c3cc_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574056390979356789.post-4868210171238676106</id><published>2008-10-04T02:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T02:56:29.192-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>ultrasound  result...</title><content type='html'>I had my ultrasound yesterday afternoon and hold your breath everyone (heheh)...it's a BABY GIRL! Hurray for those who guessed it right. hehe.  A lot of people told me that i'm having a boy. So even before my ultrasound i was convinced that i will have a baby boy. So i was surprised, happy and at the same time when the doctor said that it's a girl. I've always wanted a baby girl. I guess the stork got me what i wanted to have. hehe. Abay and i are excited. He was thrilled when he saw the baby curling inside my tummy. Everyone in the family knows already and some of my friends too. They are excited for me and Abay. Now that we know the baby's gender, we will buy baby stuffs nextweek. Im excited to pick stuffs for baby girl. cool..hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574056390979356789-4868210171238676106?l=abay-melissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/feeds/4868210171238676106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574056390979356789&amp;postID=4868210171238676106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/4868210171238676106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/4868210171238676106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/2008/10/ultrasoun-result.html' title='ultrasound  result...'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005850463484731408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/R_SvVNFLtTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FPWZRT4SFnA/S220/1_779855028l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574056390979356789.post-230472395797968693</id><published>2008-09-22T01:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T01:59:48.576-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>What will the stork bring me?</title><content type='html'>I went to my Ob-Gyne today for my routine check up. I gained 5 kilos from last months 2.5. I could feel that im heavier now. I can't stand sitting or standing for long hours. Sometimes i feel pressure on my back. The baby moves alot and i could feel his heartbeat. When the doctor saw me today, she smiled and told me that im almost there. The doctor said that my weight gain is just fine and that i should just stay away from too much sweets, carbohydrates and limit intake of soft drinks. BUMMER!..hehe. i crave for those things. Hard to resist. haha. Tomorrow i  will be having my ulrtrasound and it's finally revelation time...Everyone in the family is excited to know what my baby's gender would be. I too am excited. But i feel that im carrying a baby boy although i wished for a baby girl. But it don't matter. I Just pray that my baby would be healthy and normal. Tomorrow's a big day for me and abay. It will be the first time we're going to meet the baby..We are both looking forward for tomorrow. Will it be a baby SAMUEL or a Baby CHLOE? Your guess is as good as mine...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574056390979356789-230472395797968693?l=abay-melissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/feeds/230472395797968693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574056390979356789&amp;postID=230472395797968693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/230472395797968693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/230472395797968693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-will-stork-bring-me.html' title='What will the stork bring me?'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005850463484731408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/R_SvVNFLtTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FPWZRT4SFnA/S220/1_779855028l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574056390979356789.post-7322102859068501204</id><published>2008-09-19T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T06:04:52.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>reminiscing my nursing days...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SNOjWTCKNGI/AAAAAAAAAB0/59DWsupCeok/s1600-h/class+pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SNOjWTCKNGI/AAAAAAAAAB0/59DWsupCeok/s320/class+pic.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247717594278540386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SNOiQRvfjdI/AAAAAAAAABs/P0az7BalZIU/s1600-h/secA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SNOiQRvfjdI/AAAAAAAAABs/P0az7BalZIU/s320/secA.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247716391340969426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i came across these pictures from my classmates friendster and as i look at each of the photos i just can't help but reminiscE... My nursing days were CRAZY HELL.. Tough, yet exciting. Tiring but rewarding. Stressful but fun...Now that Im already a registered nurse, i just cant help but wonder how i made it through nursing. As i look back, my nursing life wasn't that bad at all. I miss all the fun we had...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574056390979356789-7322102859068501204?l=abay-melissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/feeds/7322102859068501204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574056390979356789&amp;postID=7322102859068501204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/7322102859068501204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/7322102859068501204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/2008/09/reminiscing-my-nursing-days.html' title='reminiscing my nursing days...'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005850463484731408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/R_SvVNFLtTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FPWZRT4SFnA/S220/1_779855028l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SNOjWTCKNGI/AAAAAAAAAB0/59DWsupCeok/s72-c/class+pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574056390979356789.post-5210589509614262993</id><published>2008-09-12T04:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T04:35:41.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just what went wrong?</title><content type='html'>a friend of mine has been ignoring me. It's really strange. All of a sudden she's been ignoring me. I dont know what i've done wrong nor i could never think of anything that i could have said or done to upset her. Usually we chat online everytime we bump into each other at YM. I said hello many times when she's online but i got no reply. At first i thought, she must be busy. So i left online messages but i got no response from her. Later this afternoon, we both were online. I asked her what i have done wrong and why she's ignoring me, but again my words fell on deaf ears. I do not know what to do. It pisses me off cause i really don't know why i get silent treatment from her. Was she mad because i didn't came to say goodbye to her before she left Philippines? sigh...i can't keep on guessing. I wish she'd tell me, so i would know...It saddends me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574056390979356789-5210589509614262993?l=abay-melissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/feeds/5210589509614262993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574056390979356789&amp;postID=5210589509614262993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/5210589509614262993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/5210589509614262993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-what-went-wrong.html' title='Just what went wrong?'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005850463484731408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/R_SvVNFLtTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FPWZRT4SFnA/S220/1_779855028l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574056390979356789.post-7926621273490500813</id><published>2008-09-06T04:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T04:44:17.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>missing my...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SMJs5ovbb5I/AAAAAAAAABU/NHv9e8YzLCU/s1600-h/jrb6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SMJs5ovbb5I/AAAAAAAAABU/NHv9e8YzLCU/s320/jrb6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242872653657370514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SMJsx66LuUI/AAAAAAAAABM/f-aQH5hBWmc/s1600-h/jrb5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SMJsx66LuUI/AAAAAAAAABM/f-aQH5hBWmc/s320/jrb5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242872521095362882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SMJsoY26AYI/AAAAAAAAABE/JpL77etJqgM/s1600-h/jrb3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SMJsoY26AYI/AAAAAAAAABE/JpL77etJqgM/s320/jrb3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242872357335990658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These pictures were taken few months ago. This was during the pediatric ward outing at Jasaan swimming pool. I could still remember how much  fun we had that day. I never wanted to go with the outing because i hardly had any sleep coming from my graveyard shift but my colleagues wouldn't hear any of my excuses and were so persistent that it was hard not to give in. But im glad i went or i would have missed the fun. For 3 mos we bonded so well at the pediatric ward. We learned alot from each other and work at the ward was never that dull when you have a good relationship with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    When i got pregnant and got married i decided not to continue working. I never saw my friends at JRB hospital again. We text once in awhile but i thought i'd never miss them or my work. I guess i was wrong. I miss my duty schedule, the work pressures, charting and just being a nurse. Looking back, i was happy at my work and now im starting to miss work and yes, my friends i left behind at JRB.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574056390979356789-7926621273490500813?l=abay-melissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/feeds/7926621273490500813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574056390979356789&amp;postID=7926621273490500813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/7926621273490500813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/7926621273490500813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/2008/09/missing-my.html' title='missing my...'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005850463484731408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/R_SvVNFLtTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FPWZRT4SFnA/S220/1_779855028l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SMJs5ovbb5I/AAAAAAAAABU/NHv9e8YzLCU/s72-c/jrb6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574056390979356789.post-24439194767548797</id><published>2008-08-11T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T18:00:01.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the storm has passed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SKARLrEgNoI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Xt0EzfAWMek/s1600-h/anna2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SKARLrEgNoI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Xt0EzfAWMek/s320/anna2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233201659242362498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been quite awhile since my last post and a lot of things have changed in my life right now. After my secret has been revealed, everything just happened so fast. I am now married to the man i love. I got married on civil rites last july 30 and my family knows that i'm going to have a baby soon. I have never felt so happy in my life. Although i made a mistake, i am still thankful that the love and support of my family, relatives and friends is still there. I no longer live in the shadow now that my secret is out in the open. I can sleep well at night and im happy with everything that is going on in my life right now. Although, there are still quite a few of my relatives who are still up to now raising their eyebrows, i just hope they realize how happy and fulfilled i am. But im just glad and thankful that the storm has finally passed...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574056390979356789-24439194767548797?l=abay-melissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/feeds/24439194767548797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574056390979356789&amp;postID=24439194767548797' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/24439194767548797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/24439194767548797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/2008/08/storm-has-passed.html' title='the storm has passed'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005850463484731408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/R_SvVNFLtTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FPWZRT4SFnA/S220/1_779855028l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SKARLrEgNoI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Xt0EzfAWMek/s72-c/anna2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574056390979356789.post-1004437623596074389</id><published>2008-06-17T03:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T04:01:25.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>how long can one keep a secret?</title><content type='html'>We all have secrets don't we? I guess there are things we'd rather keep to ourselves. Right now i have a major secret. I've told a few of my close friends bout it. This secret of mine wont be kept secret for long. Eventually i will have to tell those persons who will be affected with this secret. It's hard to reveal but i have to. The truth will only set me free. Sometimes it's not healthy to hide something. You get bothered by it and it makes u feel guilty. Hard to sleep at night. I know i will be hurting alot of people when i reveal my secret and i just hope and pray that tis' shall pass...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574056390979356789-1004437623596074389?l=abay-melissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/feeds/1004437623596074389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574056390979356789&amp;postID=1004437623596074389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/1004437623596074389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/1004437623596074389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/2008/06/how-long-can-one-keep-secret.html' title='how long can one keep a secret?'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005850463484731408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/R_SvVNFLtTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FPWZRT4SFnA/S220/1_779855028l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574056390979356789.post-3187387000499504362</id><published>2008-05-27T05:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T05:49:56.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a lesson learned</title><content type='html'>It has been a stressful week for me. I was working for 4 straight days and the pediatric ward was full. We had two admissions of typhoid fever, an 11 year old admitted with dengue stage 3 and newborn with intracranial bleeding. It was the busiest working week for us at pedia ward. It was very tiring and when i get home from work, all i want to do is sleep. So on my 3rd day at work i was already in bad mood. I easily snapped out my moods and complain alot when medicines and syringes are not available.I was so mad at the parents for not buying the prescribed medicines. Plus our admissions kept coming. I was already tired and weary and i was beginning to lose my temper. An hour before my shift ends we had another admission. A 9 month old baby boy, who is underweight severely dehydrated. The baby had been vomiting for 4 days and had watery stools for 5 days. The parents were really poor. The clothes were tattered and torn with only 20 pesos on the pocket. They were from laguindingan and the father is a farmer. I felt pity and so sorry for them but i was too preoccupied in finishing my work on time that i got so irritated that i could not give the medicines prescribed immediately because they had not bought any of the meds. I said to myself " how can their child recover from their sickness if they fail to buy any of those medicines". Earlier today during my 7-3pm shift, i was in bad mood. No medincines, no syringes as always. I reprimanded each of the parents about the medicines. I was kinda rude and not sympathetic to them at all. But after lunch an incident happened that changed my moods. After lunch, i stood at the pedia ward station facing the glass window at the pediatric ward. My attention caught at this lady who was eating. Whe she saw me looking at her, she smiled and nod and offered me to eat. I just waved my hand to say it's ok. I was so ashamed for the way i acted towards her. The lady who invited me to eat was the mother of the 9 month old baby boy from laguindingan. Her gesture made me realize how judgmental i have been to them. She who had less still managed to invite me for lunch. Despite of not having the money and luxury in life, they managed to share and offer of what they have. I was so touched. With that simplle gesture a lesson was learned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574056390979356789-3187387000499504362?l=abay-melissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/feeds/3187387000499504362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574056390979356789&amp;postID=3187387000499504362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/3187387000499504362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/3187387000499504362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/2008/05/lesson-learned.html' title='a lesson learned'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005850463484731408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/R_SvVNFLtTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FPWZRT4SFnA/S220/1_779855028l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574056390979356789.post-938737277701586569</id><published>2008-05-26T03:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T03:33:48.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>turning 30</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SDqQruAnf_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/N9OKrtp8pdc/s1600-h/bday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SDqQruAnf_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/N9OKrtp8pdc/s320/bday.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204631400139423730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture was taken last may 24, where i had a small  belated  birthday salo-salo with friends. As you get older, (yikes...sakit..huhu) birthday's seems like any other ordinary day. But what made this year a memorable birthday for me was that, i was able to spend it with my parents in iligan and my boyfriend was also there to celebrate it with me. He did all the cooking. I really appreciate all his effort to make me feel special on my birthday. I hope on my next birthday, we'll still be able to spend it together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574056390979356789-938737277701586569?l=abay-melissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/feeds/938737277701586569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574056390979356789&amp;postID=938737277701586569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/938737277701586569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/938737277701586569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/2008/05/turning-30.html' title='turning 30'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005850463484731408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/R_SvVNFLtTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FPWZRT4SFnA/S220/1_779855028l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SDqQruAnf_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/N9OKrtp8pdc/s72-c/bday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574056390979356789.post-6451730514820545097</id><published>2008-05-17T04:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T04:27:44.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mama's sick</title><content type='html'>I haven't got the chance to update my blog. I have been so busy looking after mama. Last May 7, when i got home from my night duty, i was texted that mama was confined at Sanitarium Hospital in Iligan. I called my brother and asked him what happened. It was then i learned that mama had been vomiting the night before and she was complaining of body weakness and dizziness. I was worried. Mama is hypertensive and is a type 2 diabetic and she had mainatenance drugs but she hasn't been religiously taking them and has not been visiting her doctor for follow up check up. So immediately, we, together with my tita and tito left for iligan that morning. When we got there, my brother was in tears. He was really worried. When i saw my maman, she was weak and had right facial paralysis with  right hemaperesis on her right side of the body.I was so numbed. I didn't know how to react. For the next 4 days, i had to watch over mama at the hospital and i had to miss my work. It was very tiring, stressful and i had sleepless nights coz i had to attend to mama's needs. My brother and i take turns in keeping an eye on mama while at the hospital. It was tough. My boyfriend came to iligan on his day off from work and he was really of great help to us on that day. My brother and i really needed an extra hand that day. As soon as mama's condition was stable, she was discharged from the hospital but her physical therapy will have to continue for the next 3 mos. We had to hire a caregiver who will attend to mama's needs when she's at home recovering. I visit mama as often as i can during my off days from work. When i look at mama now, much has changed. She's still weak and still couldn't move her right side making her unable to walk. We had to put her on diaper at night so it would not be difficult for her to travel from her room to the comfort room. I hope and pray that she regains her strength and that she will be able to respond well with her medications and her on going therapy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574056390979356789-6451730514820545097?l=abay-melissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/feeds/6451730514820545097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574056390979356789&amp;postID=6451730514820545097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/6451730514820545097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/6451730514820545097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/2008/05/mamas-sick.html' title='mama&apos;s sick'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005850463484731408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/R_SvVNFLtTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FPWZRT4SFnA/S220/1_779855028l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574056390979356789.post-5479734774253528714</id><published>2008-05-05T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T19:12:51.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my graveyard shift</title><content type='html'>I'm on my graveyard shift and thats from 11pm till 7am. It's not a busy shift but it's tiring coz i can't sleep comfortably on a chair and with the lights on. It seems that my body is screaming for a soft bed. hehe. When my shift ends, it's as if  my body is floating in thin air and i couldn't wait to get home as fast as i can so i would be able to lie down in my bed and sleep. No matter how may hours i sleep in a day, my  body is still weak and tired and when it's time for my shift i still get very sleepy. For two weeks i'll be on this shift and i just can't wait till it's over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574056390979356789-5479734774253528714?l=abay-melissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/feeds/5479734774253528714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574056390979356789&amp;postID=5479734774253528714' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/5479734774253528714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/5479734774253528714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-graveyard-shift.html' title='my graveyard shift'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005850463484731408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/R_SvVNFLtTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FPWZRT4SFnA/S220/1_779855028l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574056390979356789.post-8641122377405936105</id><published>2008-05-02T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T05:21:59.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my top 3's</title><content type='html'>THREE NAMES THAT FRIENDS CALL YOU:&lt;br /&gt;* Meling&lt;br /&gt;* Ling&lt;br /&gt;* Ann&lt;br /&gt;THREE MOST IMPORTANT DATES IN YOUR&lt;br /&gt;LIFE:&lt;br /&gt;* January 12&lt;br /&gt;* March 2&lt;br /&gt;* May 22&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU'VE DONE IN THE LAST&lt;br /&gt;33 MINUTES:&lt;br /&gt;* Chika sa phone with my Bf&lt;br /&gt;* Eat&lt;br /&gt;* Nag internet&lt;br /&gt;THREE WAYS TO BE HAPPY:&lt;br /&gt;* Smile&lt;br /&gt;* relax see a movie...heheh&lt;br /&gt;* go out with friends and unwind&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE SONGS&lt;br /&gt;* I will be here..(ehem)&lt;br /&gt;* Together by NE-YO&lt;br /&gt;* With you by Chris Brown&lt;br /&gt;THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU LIKE IN A&lt;br /&gt;PERSON:&lt;br /&gt;* Eyes&lt;br /&gt;* Lips&lt;br /&gt;* Face heheh&lt;br /&gt;THREE GIFTS YOU WOULD LIKE TO RECEIVE:&lt;br /&gt;* Ring&lt;br /&gt;* Necklace&lt;br /&gt;* Cellphone heheh&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE HOBBIES:&lt;br /&gt;* text&lt;br /&gt;* Surfing the net&lt;br /&gt;* laag with uyab&lt;br /&gt;THREE PLACES YOU WANT TO GO FOR&lt;br /&gt;HOLIDAY:&lt;br /&gt;* Bohol&lt;br /&gt;* cebu&lt;br /&gt;* Camiguin&lt;br /&gt;THREE FAVORITE CARTOON&lt;br /&gt;CHARACTERS:&lt;br /&gt;* pooh&lt;br /&gt;* Tom &amp; Jerry&lt;br /&gt;* piglet&lt;br /&gt;THREE GIRL'S/BOY'S NAMES:&lt;br /&gt;GIRLS:&lt;br /&gt;* Chloe&lt;br /&gt;* Simone&lt;br /&gt;* Nicole&lt;br /&gt;BOYS:&lt;br /&gt;* Sam&lt;br /&gt;* Sulpicio (joke..hehe)&lt;br /&gt;* Matthew&lt;br /&gt;THREE MALLS YOU USUALLY GO TO:&lt;br /&gt;* Ketkai&lt;br /&gt;* SM&lt;br /&gt;* Gaizano heheh&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE FASTFOOD:&lt;br /&gt;* Jollibee&lt;br /&gt;* KFC&lt;br /&gt;* mcdo&lt;br /&gt;THREE FAVORITE DRINKS:&lt;br /&gt;* Coke&lt;br /&gt;* Iced Tea&lt;br /&gt;* Pineapple juice&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS FOUND IN YOUR BAG:&lt;br /&gt;* Wallet&lt;br /&gt;* Cellphone&lt;br /&gt;* Face powder&lt;br /&gt;THREE PERFUMES/COLOGNES:&lt;br /&gt;* victoria secret&lt;br /&gt;* Lacoste&lt;br /&gt;* Burberry&lt;br /&gt;THREE FAVORITE COLORS:&lt;br /&gt;* blue&lt;br /&gt;* Pink&lt;br /&gt;* Green&lt;br /&gt;THREE EVENTS YOU'RE LOOKING FORWARD TO:&lt;br /&gt;* Monthsary, aniversary&lt;br /&gt;* bday ni abay&lt;br /&gt;* My bday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574056390979356789-8641122377405936105?l=abay-melissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/feeds/8641122377405936105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574056390979356789&amp;postID=8641122377405936105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/8641122377405936105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/8641122377405936105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-top-3s.html' title='my top 3&apos;s'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005850463484731408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/R_SvVNFLtTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FPWZRT4SFnA/S220/1_779855028l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574056390979356789.post-4003770300378746464</id><published>2008-04-27T19:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T19:20:47.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="border-collapse:collapse;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;embed height="200" width="200" src="http://stuff.pyzam.com/toys/new8.swf?u=1mademoiselle4212:2044535" quality="high" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#000; 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For two days i have been the charged nurse at pedia ward and take note no regular staff nurse. I hate it so much because we are volunteer nurse and not relievers that in case a regular staff nurse is absent, we have to take over. But excuse me, it's not part of our contract as volunteer nurse. Full of crap! I feel like they are abusing the nurse volunteers. We get to work and do their job while they get paid and we don't. It really is unfair. This is the reason why i don't feel like working today. Im just so tired and pissed by the way we are treated. The staff nurses can take any day off they want because they know that there will be nurse volunteers to take over their job. The senior nurse should sit down with the staff about their absences. It's not fair to us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574056390979356789-9223172135570919518?l=abay-melissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/feeds/9223172135570919518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574056390979356789&amp;postID=9223172135570919518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/9223172135570919518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/9223172135570919518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/2008/04/monday-blues.html' title='monday blues...'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005850463484731408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/R_SvVNFLtTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FPWZRT4SFnA/S220/1_779855028l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574056390979356789.post-7601447476284955979</id><published>2008-04-19T18:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T19:25:10.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wazzup Doc</title><content type='html'>I had a funny encounter with this young male Ob-Gyne Doctor at City hospital last night during my shift. I've already seen him a couple of times mostly at the OB nurse station coz it's just located next to our pedia ward station. So all i know he's a doctor but i don't know his name or family name. So last night, around meal break, he came to our pedia ward station and asked if he could eat there. So i said sure. Suddenly out of the blue, he asked me if i graduated from Corpus Christi. So I said yes doc , not knowing why he asked. He then blurted out " dah lage, Ka batch man siguro ta". I was puzzled and i thought to myself he must have mistaken me from somebody else coz i really don't know him and he's not familiar to me. So i asked, Sure ka Doc? He then asked me what year i graduated from Corpus and i told him i graduated 1995. He then told me, " grabeh wala daw ko ka remember sa iya. I tried hard to recognize him and i even made a mental scanning of every pictures found in my yearbook but to no avail. hehe. He then asked me if i know Cherry Pink. So i replied yes doc, barkada mi. He just laughed and i was pretty embarassed already. Just then a nurse came and  asked for doc Emata. Bang! So it's him. Brian Emata. I hardly recognize him at all without those thick glasses which he used to have. He was the nerdy type way back highschool and looking at him now, boy he sure has changed. Gone are the the thick glasses, no longer skinny infact he looks quite dashing. He then started to mention names from our batchmates. He then asked me how come i know everyone but not him. I just laughed and told him i didn't recognize him without his glasses. He  just laughed out loud. After that funny encounter, i just couldn't help but smile. It's been what 13 years already and much have changed. I guess some people may still look the same after 13 years while others dont.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574056390979356789-7601447476284955979?l=abay-melissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/feeds/7601447476284955979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574056390979356789&amp;postID=7601447476284955979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/7601447476284955979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/7601447476284955979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/2008/04/wazzup-doc.html' title='wazzup Doc'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005850463484731408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/R_SvVNFLtTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FPWZRT4SFnA/S220/1_779855028l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574056390979356789.post-4144329349140304980</id><published>2008-04-16T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T17:47:24.278-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nurse job'/><title type='text'>a thief in the night!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;They say "Death comes quietly like a thief in the night." Last night, i had my afternoon shift and that's from 3pm til 11:00pm. When i arrived at the Pedia ward, there were only two patients admitted on our care. There were 3 of us nurse volunteers and 1 head nurse. Because of  that my senior nurse asked me to help the medical ward since they had 14 patients to care for and 2 of which are on the critical watch. I didn't want to be assigned there because i have not yet been oriented there and i didn't know each patient's case. Even though i hated to be assigned there but as a dutiful nurse i had to do what i was told to do because im a nurse and my service was needed. I had to help with the medications. One of our critical list was a 26 yr old male, who was admitted for alcohol intoxication. He had seizures and we had to keep an eye on him every now and then. I have never seen such case in my entire student life and i was kind of shock at what i saw. I never expect to be that worse. Poor guy, i said to myself but what the heck had he done? He's struggling from his life. So anyway, the night went smoothly until the health attendant came to the station reporting to us that a patient whose family named Sultones had a fall as he was on his way to the comfort room and he could not be awaken. His Blood pressure according to the health attendant before the fall was 80/50. Then the patient's watcher came crying to us and asking us for help. So we got there and assisted the patient back to his bed. We thought he was fine. So we went back to the station but a relative of the patient came again asking for help. So i went to look for the attendant coz she had the BP apparatus and the Stethoscope. So unfortunate that this hospital has only one BP apparatus for each station. I went to the male ward and found the head nurse and so i reported to her what happened. She then asked me to change the tubing set of the patient with catapres side drip while she checks on Sultones. After changing the tubing set, when i got out from the female ward there were already commotion at the male ward where nurses and health attendant  came running here and there. The doctor was already doing CPR. The emergency supplies had to be pulled out from other stations coz the equipment  of the emergency kit are not complete. We had to get ambu bag from other station, and i had to run to the female ward to get the extension wire for the ECG. We had to get gloves from the ER and there was no Oxygen tank on standby and we had to call for the attendant to  supply one. I didn't know what to do. My mind was like floating or drifting to some place. It' s like i never wanted to be there and to be into that situation. After all efforts were made, the doctor pronounced him dead. I was numbed and i didn't know how i should feel. So we quietly gather all the equipments and left the room while i  could hear the  gentle sobbing of the patient's relative. He wasn't on our critical lists. Infact he was to be discharged today. We did not expect he'd go. He went as quietly into the night. He wasn't struggling nor was he in pain. He just closed his eyes and left. When i got home, i was exhausted but i could not sleep. My thoughts were recounting the events that happened during my shift. What a night it has been for a volunteer nurse like me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574056390979356789-4144329349140304980?l=abay-melissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/feeds/4144329349140304980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574056390979356789&amp;postID=4144329349140304980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/4144329349140304980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/4144329349140304980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/2008/04/thief-in-night.html' title='a thief in the night!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005850463484731408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/R_SvVNFLtTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FPWZRT4SFnA/S220/1_779855028l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574056390979356789.post-7559631034045320151</id><published>2008-04-15T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T19:32:28.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>debutant</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SAVh9mx9jDI/AAAAAAAAAAk/w2uCI2ug66Y/s1600-h/DSCN2709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SAVh9mx9jDI/AAAAAAAAAAk/w2uCI2ug66Y/s320/DSCN2709.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189661856624380978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last April 12 my dear cousin Jinky celebrated her 18th birthday. She had a party at her Lola's house. My cousin was pretty as ever. How time seems to fly so quickly. I remember this cute little chubby curly haired baby that i use to cuddle and play with. She was adored by everyone in the family. Now she's all grown up. She's still the same jinky that i've known. Sweet, loud and pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the debutant in white. pretty huh? it runs in the family..heheh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574056390979356789-7559631034045320151?l=abay-melissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/feeds/7559631034045320151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574056390979356789&amp;postID=7559631034045320151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/7559631034045320151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/7559631034045320151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/2008/04/debutant.html' title='debutant'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005850463484731408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/R_SvVNFLtTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FPWZRT4SFnA/S220/1_779855028l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/SAVh9mx9jDI/AAAAAAAAAAk/w2uCI2ug66Y/s72-c/DSCN2709.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574056390979356789.post-3382362474147595053</id><published>2008-04-11T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T03:20:48.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF</title><content type='html'>Yepee...TGIF! Tomorrow is my day off from work. Not that i hate my job infact im enjoying my work now coz i'm learning each day but i guess it's not bad to take some time off to unwind, have time for yourself and love ones...(ahem) heheh. Next week, On the 16th i will be on PM shift from 3pm til 11 pm. For me the Pm shift is the longest shift. I like Morning shifts coz time seems to fly so quickly. Although morning shift is the busiest coz it's the time new orders from the doctors have to be carried out but the more busy you are, the more you tend to forget the passing of time and before u know it; it's already 3Pm. yehey..heheh. Oh well, tomorrow is also a big day for me and my BF. FYI, tomorrow will be our 1 year and 3 mos..wohooo...hehe. our plans for tomorrow? not sure though coz he has work. huhuhu..i'll ask later when he get's off from work. heheh.. miss him so much....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574056390979356789-3382362474147595053?l=abay-melissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/feeds/3382362474147595053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574056390979356789&amp;postID=3382362474147595053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/3382362474147595053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/3382362474147595053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/2008/04/tgif.html' title='TGIF'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005850463484731408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/R_SvVNFLtTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FPWZRT4SFnA/S220/1_779855028l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574056390979356789.post-413519697226211551</id><published>2008-04-09T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T03:41:26.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>goodbye angel</title><content type='html'>It's back to work for me today after my 2 days off. As i went to look at the pedia ward, i did not saw little boy Jamis which was admitted during my shift last sunday. I talked to Aira, the night nurse volunteer and she told me that little boy Jamis died at her shift 1 am monday due to cardiac arrest. I was shocked and at the same time i felt sad. At the time of his admission his medicines were given late because his parents had no money to buy the prescribed meds. The little boy was having difficulty breathing and he was on oxygen via facemask and he was really restless and he kept crying and pulling his oxygen mask and even his IV tubings. His mother on the other hand kept spanking him and scolding him. Instead of showing love, care and concern to her child who is sick, she kept on scolding him and she was a little harsh on the child and kept saying that the boy is very "Maldito" meaning mean and bad. Finally a doctor came to reprimand the mother's behavior. Aira told me how the mother was hysterical when little boy Jamis was pronounced dead. Thoughts then ran to my mind, " was the mother feeling guilty that she did nothing to soothe the pain her child is going through by giving the child love, attention, understanding, and care. Did she regret laying her hands on her child when he was restless and in pain? ". I felt sorry that the little boy had to endure the scoldings of her mother when all he wanted was his mother's love and care. I know the little boy is no longer pain now. So i bid my little angel goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574056390979356789-413519697226211551?l=abay-melissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/feeds/413519697226211551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574056390979356789&amp;postID=413519697226211551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/413519697226211551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/413519697226211551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/2008/04/goodbye-angel.html' title='goodbye angel'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005850463484731408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/R_SvVNFLtTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FPWZRT4SFnA/S220/1_779855028l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574056390979356789.post-5072117209670903601</id><published>2008-04-07T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T03:41:56.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonnet 116</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I love this sonnet by William Shakespeare. It is one of the most romantic pieces of Shakespeare. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;It is commonly interpreted as the view that true love is unchanging, despite changing circumstances, such as the loss of beauty with old age--or even the loss of the other's affection. In this sense, the sonnet can be seen to be a commentary not only on romantic love, but on unconditional love, which does not depend upon reciprocation for its continuation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h2 style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Love Is Not Love Which Alters...&lt;/h2&gt;                 &lt;h4 style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;William Shakespeare&lt;/h4&gt;                 &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" class="v"&gt;         &lt;p&gt;Let me not to the marriage of true minds&lt;br /&gt;     Admit impediments, &lt;b&gt;love is not love&lt;br /&gt;     Which alters when it alteration finds,&lt;br /&gt;     Or bends with the remover to remove.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p&gt;O no, it is an ever-fixed mark&lt;br /&gt;     That looks on tempests and is never shaken;&lt;br /&gt;     It is the star to every wand'ring bark,&lt;br /&gt;     Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p&gt;Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks&lt;br /&gt;     Within his bending sickle's compass come,&lt;br /&gt;     Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,&lt;br /&gt;     But bears it out even to the edge of doom:&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p&gt;If this be error and upon me proved,&lt;br /&gt;     I never writ, nor no man ever loved.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;                 &lt;div id="moreinfo"&gt;                   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;         Sonnet #116.&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574056390979356789-5072117209670903601?l=abay-melissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/feeds/5072117209670903601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574056390979356789&amp;postID=5072117209670903601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/5072117209670903601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/5072117209670903601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/2008/04/sonnet-116.html' title='Sonnet 116'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005850463484731408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/R_SvVNFLtTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FPWZRT4SFnA/S220/1_779855028l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574056390979356789.post-7390625079175520310</id><published>2008-04-05T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T04:52:43.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Student nurse VS. Registered Nurse</title><content type='html'>I remember how tough being a student nurse is. We have to work at the hospital and study at the same time. Before our shift starts, we have to do patient visit to read the charts, check on new orders from the doctor and do assessment of your patient. Then after patient visit, we have to make our requirements such as our NCP or Nursing Care Plan, Drug study, Physical assessment. No requirements means no duty and no duty for 1 day would mean 3 days extension duty. What makes our work load more heavy is having this Toxic Clinical Instructors who loves to see us physically and mentally drained by giving us quizzes. Plus they want their student nurses always at the patients bedside. By the time our shift ends we were all exhausted. Now that i'm already a registered nurse and working, i can tell the big difference and it's not as tiring as it was when i was still a student nurse. Being a registered nurse entitles you to sit and chat for awhile without getting reprimanded by CI's. hehe. After our shift ends, we can go home to rest without worry of having to do some requirements or some studying to do. This morning on my shift there were Liceo students on duty and i can totally relate to them coz i've been there, done that. Some of them were a little nervous, afraid of making mistakes and some were just too tired or too lazy to do their assigned task. I've been through all that and i could empathize with them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574056390979356789-7390625079175520310?l=abay-melissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/feeds/7390625079175520310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574056390979356789&amp;postID=7390625079175520310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/7390625079175520310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/7390625079175520310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/2008/04/student-nurse-vs-registered-nurse.html' title='Student nurse VS. Registered Nurse'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005850463484731408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/R_SvVNFLtTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FPWZRT4SFnA/S220/1_779855028l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574056390979356789.post-4841906996613565408</id><published>2008-04-04T04:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T04:41:58.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>free day...</title><content type='html'>After working for three straight days, It felt so good to be off from work even for just 1 day. I did not have to wake  up early and i didn't have to miss breakfast. I also spend more time in bed. heheh. Well, tomorrow is back to work again but my day off allowed me to have the much needed rest to help me deal with the physical &amp;amp; mental demands from work. I think i'm enjoying my work so far. It's kind of rewarding after every shift knowing i've learned something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574056390979356789-4841906996613565408?l=abay-melissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/feeds/4841906996613565408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574056390979356789&amp;postID=4841906996613565408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/4841906996613565408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/4841906996613565408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/2008/04/free-day.html' title='free day...'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005850463484731408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/R_SvVNFLtTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FPWZRT4SFnA/S220/1_779855028l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574056390979356789.post-9221570340665570769</id><published>2008-04-03T20:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T06:11:00.194-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Up on my toes'/><title type='text'>Feeling better</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:red;"   &gt;Glad that i was feeling a lot better when i got up in bed this morning. The medicine which i took last night was effective. Although, my legs were still a little weak and other parts of my body are still aching but nevertheless i was set to work. My 2nd day of work was not as stressful as my 1st day. Maybe because i was already acquainted with the medicines i had to give. So for this day i had two admissions. I also did some charting under the supervision of my head nurse. By 2:30, my work was done. My boyfriend showed up at the hospital. It was his off from work so he came to fetched me. I was very happy to see him and it's been a long time since we get to spend time together and so we went to Limketkai to grab some snacks at greenwhich. We strolled for awhile and we went home. I was in high spirits when i got home. I was tired but not much but happy. I guess being with my boyfriend is like visiting with a masseuse. heheh. It's like, suddenly all my body pains were gone. My energy level was revived somehow and most important my satisfaction level zoomed up....hahah. But seriously, I was happy to see my bf. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574056390979356789-9221570340665570769?l=abay-melissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/feeds/9221570340665570769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574056390979356789&amp;postID=9221570340665570769' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/9221570340665570769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574056390979356789/posts/default/9221570340665570769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abay-melissa.blogspot.com/2008/04/feeling-better.html' title='Feeling better'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005850463484731408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xwsbc2nXVLU/R_SvVNFLtTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FPWZRT4SFnA/S220/1_779855028l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
