<?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:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971895965489064190</id><updated>2010-07-31T20:07:27.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little World Of Fun</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mjoannafaith.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971895965489064190/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mjoannafaith.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971895965489064190/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529917074591197525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>427</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971895965489064190.post-3792246141739295589</id><published>2010-07-30T15:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T17:39:35.757+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food Trip Friday'/><title type='text'>Food Trip Friday # 3 : Sinigang</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt; &lt;a href="http://foodtripfriday.net/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://entrecard.s3.amazonaws.com/eimage/147885.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am not into cooking if not with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Magic Sarap&lt;/span&gt;, my cook is tasteless and the kids despised it so I'll make sure I have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Magic Sarap&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Real Sarap&lt;/span&gt; stock in my cabinet. And since Faith likes to have a soup in her meal, I oftentimes cook &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tinola &lt;/span&gt;or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sinigang &lt;/span&gt;for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pr4V6SL-ras/TFKC-QeXVJI/AAAAAAAAETg/9dBcFnkPt-w/s1600/DSCN3358.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pr4V6SL-ras/TFKC-QeXVJI/AAAAAAAAETg/9dBcFnkPt-w/s320/DSCN3358.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499602101058622610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pr4V6SL-ras/TFKC9nEhgmI/AAAAAAAAETY/Nihgpr4eIuM/s1600/DSCN3359.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pr4V6SL-ras/TFKC9nEhgmI/AAAAAAAAETY/Nihgpr4eIuM/s320/DSCN3359.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499602089944384098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was lunch time when I cook sinigang for Faith, join us here in Food Trip Friday, just click the badge above. Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/971895965489064190-3792246141739295589?l=www.mjoannafaith.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mjoannafaith.com/feeds/3792246141739295589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=971895965489064190&amp;postID=3792246141739295589' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971895965489064190/posts/default/3792246141739295589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971895965489064190/posts/default/3792246141739295589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mjoannafaith.com/2010/07/food-trip-friday-3-sinigang.html' title='Food Trip Friday # 3 : Sinigang'/><author><name>anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529917074591197525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01535523640725268331'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pr4V6SL-ras/TFKC-QeXVJI/AAAAAAAAETg/9dBcFnkPt-w/s72-c/DSCN3358.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971895965489064190.post-3137159669308844080</id><published>2010-07-29T18:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T21:59:38.005+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girl&apos;s Talk'/><title type='text'>Girl's Talk : The Emo in Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://beautyqueengene.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k316/kayedanda12/niko/gtbutton.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When it comes to Emo, I guess I attributed the most dramatic role ever since my parents were gone. I was 5 years old when my Mom died and 9 years old when my Father followed, when my father died my sisters sent me to the brother of my father whom I thought could be a second father to me. Although his wife was mean to me but I learned one thing from them and that is to work so hard so I have something to prove in life in the future. I was obliged to wake up around 4:00 a.m., to fill up the bottles of cooking oil in the sari sari store and man the store until late at night. It was then that I realized of how hard it was for not having parents around, I'll tell you I was really envious with kids who have their parents around, fixing their hair at school, sending them lunch and holding them when it is time to go home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My sisters took me after the school year ends, they have learned from my other relatives that my life there done me nothing good. College came, we transferred a house where I have to commute for one hour and the fare was a bit expensive than of the house we rented in downtown. Good thing I passed the exam for a scholarship program run by the school I enrolled. My tuition fee was free, they gave us our allowance but it was not enough for my fare or projects yet it never ceased my determination to finish college, I sometimes sell muffins to all my friends, I have asked our scholar coordinator if I could laundry her clothes in return for a fare, and sometimes if I could find some coke bottles inside the canteen, I would return it so they would hand me the deposits.  I went through ups and mostly down but I was able to finish my college through my determination, thank GOD the new teacher in-charge of the office I was assigned to helped me a lot, she was the one who supported me financially when one of the heads at the school told her about my problem, she did not hesitate to offer a help. Whenever she just arrives from her tour around US, she never failed to give me some presents and postcards. In some way I was still blessed because GOD made a way for me to achieve my dreams to finish school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So it is true that when you asked HIM and tell HIM everything he would never leave you in your journey, he may not be beside you but he is just at your back so when you are tired and ready to fall, he will be able to catch and carry you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/971895965489064190-3137159669308844080?l=www.mjoannafaith.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mjoannafaith.com/feeds/3137159669308844080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=971895965489064190&amp;postID=3137159669308844080' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971895965489064190/posts/default/3137159669308844080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971895965489064190/posts/default/3137159669308844080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mjoannafaith.com/2010/07/girls-talk-emo-in-me.html' title='Girl&apos;s Talk : The Emo in Me'/><author><name>anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529917074591197525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01535523640725268331'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971895965489064190.post-1874469952092369012</id><published>2010-07-28T22:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T00:04:40.867+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Not Feeling Well'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cuts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minor Accidents'/><title type='text'>Got Busy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was quiet busy today, first off was to send Faith to her pediatrician since she had a fever last night, I suspected it was maybe because of her cuts from yesterday. It was so horrible seeing her screamed so loud like that, it was so unbearable but I have to be strong and remain calm so I can do what should be done, no time to get panicked otherwise I can't think of the right thing to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My neighbor who just opened a store recently offered me some medications, one thing I don't have at home is a first aid kit. Thank GOD my neighbor has a betadine, some cotton balls, bandage and some stuff for cuts. When I dropped some Agua Oxynada at Faith's injury finger, she cried out so dreadfully loud. My sister look so horribly worried and I guess got scared with Faith's cries but as what I've said a while ago, I don't have a mere time to get panicked, Faith needs me more at that very moment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When we arrived from the pediatrician and from grocery shopping, my being busy did not stopped there. At 4:00 p.m., I have to send Mj to her Kumon she finished at 6:30 p.m., and then we hurried home. I prepare our dinner for both of us, Faith was already done so she was busy watching her favorite program in the TV. I washed the dishes right after, prepared for Faith's milk, helping Mj with her assignments, played with Faith for a while so on and so forth and so here I am now updating this blog so late. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/971895965489064190-1874469952092369012?l=www.mjoannafaith.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mjoannafaith.com/feeds/1874469952092369012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=971895965489064190&amp;postID=1874469952092369012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971895965489064190/posts/default/1874469952092369012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971895965489064190/posts/default/1874469952092369012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mjoannafaith.com/2010/07/got-busy.html' title='Got Busy'/><author><name>anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529917074591197525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01535523640725268331'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971895965489064190.post-6296169782164229370</id><published>2010-07-28T08:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T08:21:14.912+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Equipments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Exercise Gadgets'/><title type='text'>He needs to lose more weight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My hubby is trying to lose weight.  So far he has dropped around 15 pounds, but at the moment, he is having a hard time losing more weight.  He tells me that he wears a pedometer to count the number of steps a day and on a normal work day he says he totals around 9,000 steps.  He really needs to do more strenuous exercise than just walking.  He has some exercise equipment, &lt;a href="http://www.smoothfitness.com/treadmills/"&gt;folding treadmills&lt;/a&gt; being one item he has, but he is not using it very often.  I guess I need to encourage him to use it.  I want him to be healthy for me and the kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/971895965489064190-6296169782164229370?l=www.mjoannafaith.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mjoannafaith.com/feeds/6296169782164229370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=971895965489064190&amp;postID=6296169782164229370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971895965489064190/posts/default/6296169782164229370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971895965489064190/posts/default/6296169782164229370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mjoannafaith.com/2010/07/he-needs-to-lose-more-weight.html' title='He needs to lose more weight'/><author><name>anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529917074591197525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01535523640725268331'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971895965489064190.post-4016371137943487409</id><published>2010-07-27T18:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T23:05:01.123+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tuesday Couch Potatoes'/><title type='text'>TCP # 7 : 300</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was too busy this morning, right after Mj went to school, I washed the dishes and clean the bathroom. After I finished all the house chores, I went ahead to prepare to go to her proctor at Kumon. So I was not able to write my entry here for Tuesday Couch Potato. I am still busy right now, but since Mj is not yet finish with her worksheet let me post my entry here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kikamzpera.com/search/label/Tuesday%20Couch%20Potatoes"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2625/3788856406_8bcc15ed59_o.png" width="168" height="125" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plot &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0416449/plotsummary"&gt;summary&lt;/a&gt; of the movie 300:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pr4V6SL-ras/TE7x5axPUSI/AAAAAAAAES4/1Yz5SOm3ukM/s1600/300-movie03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pr4V6SL-ras/TE7x5axPUSI/AAAAAAAAES4/1Yz5SOm3ukM/s320/300-movie03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498598163806638370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Photo source: &lt;a href="http://google.com"&gt;Google&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;300 tells the story of the Battle of Thermopylae in 480 B.C. Persians under the rule of King Xerxes have already taken over some of the Hellenic city-states, and now threaten Sparta and Athens. King Leonidas of Sparta is left with two options: he will either have to sacrifice himself for the well-being of Sparta or watch it burn to the ground. Choosing the former, Leonidas forms an army of 300 Spartan warriors to block the narrow passage of Thermopylae where Xerxes intends to reach Hellas. The 300 are accompanied by about 700 Thespians who protect the flanks of the passage, and combined, the forces manage to slay tens of thousands of Persians and prevent their entry into Hellas for several days. However, Ephialtes, a reject of the Spartan Army gets his revenge by showing Xerxes a secret goat passage up the flanks of the passage. The story depicts the epic last stand of the finest Spartan soldiers who are aware of their fate, but motivated by "honor and glory", see the battle as their duty to protect the rest of Greece for as long as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/971895965489064190-4016371137943487409?l=www.mjoannafaith.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mjoannafaith.com/feeds/4016371137943487409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=971895965489064190&amp;postID=4016371137943487409' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971895965489064190/posts/default/4016371137943487409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971895965489064190/posts/default/4016371137943487409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mjoannafaith.com/2010/07/tcp-7-300.html' title='TCP # 7 : 300'/><author><name>anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529917074591197525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01535523640725268331'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pr4V6SL-ras/TE7x5axPUSI/AAAAAAAAES4/1Yz5SOm3ukM/s72-c/300-movie03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971895965489064190.post-8508532974087649046</id><published>2010-07-26T11:47:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T13:04:45.276+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blue Monday'/><title type='text'>Blue Monday # 4 : One Day with Faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilingsally.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk178/dannyannemj/download.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When my sister Merlyn is not here at home, I will have to bring Faith wherever I go. So when I have to exchange the worksheets of Mj at Kumon, she was here with me together with her umbrella.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pr4V6SL-ras/TE0TOKHxtoI/AAAAAAAAESA/91DPkfWKKVg/s1600/DSCN3390.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pr4V6SL-ras/TE0TOKHxtoI/AAAAAAAAESA/91DPkfWKKVg/s320/DSCN3390.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498071854045312642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here she is with her blue umbrella, oh how she cried much whenever I won't let her bring her umbrella.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pr4V6SL-ras/TE0TOq2rF1I/AAAAAAAAESI/teS2SQomut0/s1600/DSCN3402.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/_Pr4V6SL-ras/TE0TOq2rF1I/AAAAAAAAESI/teS2SQomut0/s320/DSCN3402.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498071862831945554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I guess, with a shade of blue in her tops will count as an entry for &lt;a href="http://smilingsally.blogspot.com/"&gt;Blue Monday&lt;/a&gt;. We were actually waiting here for Mj's instructor in Kumon for the exchange worksheets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pr4V6SL-ras/TE0TPGRjHrI/AAAAAAAAESQ/8yn8sTjH6qI/s1600/DSCN3406.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pr4V6SL-ras/TE0TPGRjHrI/AAAAAAAAESQ/8yn8sTjH6qI/s320/DSCN3406.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498071870192426674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When we arrived home, I was busy trying to unlock the gate and she was there so patiently waiting for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pr4V6SL-ras/TE0TPgHB1wI/AAAAAAAAESY/LhNPGgE0gGQ/s1600/DSCN3407.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/_Pr4V6SL-ras/TE0TPgHB1wI/AAAAAAAAESY/LhNPGgE0gGQ/s320/DSCN3407.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498071877127624450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Faith won't depend on me on taking off her shoes, usually she can do it to herself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pr4V6SL-ras/TE0TQNds0uI/AAAAAAAAESg/JeMqD7ZAk3w/s1600/DSCN3408.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pr4V6SL-ras/TE0TQNds0uI/AAAAAAAAESg/JeMqD7ZAk3w/s320/DSCN3408.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498071889302311650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And she never left her shoes in the living room, she would always return it to the shoe rack in the storage room. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/971895965489064190-8508532974087649046?l=www.mjoannafaith.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mjoannafaith.com/feeds/8508532974087649046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=971895965489064190&amp;postID=8508532974087649046' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971895965489064190/posts/default/8508532974087649046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971895965489064190/posts/default/8508532974087649046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mjoannafaith.com/2010/07/blue-monday-4-one-day-with-faith.html' title='Blue Monday # 4 : One Day with Faith'/><author><name>anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529917074591197525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01535523640725268331'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pr4V6SL-ras/TE0TOKHxtoI/AAAAAAAAESA/91DPkfWKKVg/s72-c/DSCN3390.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971895965489064190.post-3217568655402810688</id><published>2010-07-26T09:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T09:53:27.525+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashionistas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sandals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shoes'/><title type='text'>Stiletto Heels</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When I was still working and before I meet my husband, I never wore flat shoes, it was not in my vocabulary to wear those kinds of sandals. Since I am a petite woman, I always bought stiletto heels just like a &lt;a href="http://www.bluefly.com/Christian-Louboutin-Shoes/_/N-1z13zq1Zfg6/list.fly"&gt;Christian Louboutin shoes&lt;/a&gt; for me to look taller. One day when I and my friends agreed to go to and meet at the beach, they were so surprised because I did not even bother to wear flip flops at all, I wore a boots with a stiletto heels. So they named me then a stiletto lady, never did I know that it also done me nothing good. My legs get easily strain and cramps, and I got a dried skin on my heel maybe because of the force yet I still did not refrain from wearing high heels. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After I gave birth to my youngest daughter, it was then that I realized how comfortable it is to only wear flat shoes or flip flops whenever I go to downtown to run my errands. I maybe not look tall this time but it was nothing compares to no cramps and strain in my legs anymore. I still wear high heels but only when we have to attend parties and or different occasions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/971895965489064190-3217568655402810688?l=www.mjoannafaith.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mjoannafaith.com/feeds/3217568655402810688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=971895965489064190&amp;postID=3217568655402810688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971895965489064190/posts/default/3217568655402810688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971895965489064190/posts/default/3217568655402810688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mjoannafaith.com/2010/07/stiletto-heels.html' title='Stiletto Heels'/><author><name>anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529917074591197525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01535523640725268331'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971895965489064190.post-4429613718512313039</id><published>2010-07-25T13:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T14:12:12.905+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bonding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>Fully Loaded</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The reason why I was not able to post updates for how many days in all my blogs was my relatives from the province came&lt;i&gt; well other than that my Internet connection was still going crazy&lt;/i&gt;. And the house was jam packed with kids around, it is so rare for this house to be so crowded all at once. So I grabbed the opportunity to mingle with them, to laugh with them, and to take pictures with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When they got home on Monday, the house was like a ghost. Mj was sad, when she arrived from the school she opened the three doors of our three bedrooms to check if they were not really there anymore. Anyway here are some pictures I took when they were here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pr4V6SL-ras/TEvTrCEY2bI/AAAAAAAAEQ4/QmwRfypnTaQ/s1600/DSCN3411.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pr4V6SL-ras/TEvTrCEY2bI/AAAAAAAAEQ4/QmwRfypnTaQ/s320/DSCN3411.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497720506378934706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Puca and Karo ay este Faith and Rayben &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pr4V6SL-ras/TEvTrmEq1uI/AAAAAAAAERA/5gkYHQFiChM/s1600/DSCN3429.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pr4V6SL-ras/TEvTrmEq1uI/AAAAAAAAERA/5gkYHQFiChM/s320/DSCN3429.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497720516043790050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Us, some of us were cooking &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and some were just chatting outside of the house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pr4V6SL-ras/TEvTsPUk7wI/AAAAAAAAERI/d3DCFfgUVT0/s1600/DSCN3416.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pr4V6SL-ras/TEvTsPUk7wI/AAAAAAAAERI/d3DCFfgUVT0/s320/DSCN3416.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497720527116365570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kids, ready for my other cousin's big event&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pr4V6SL-ras/TEvTsuAXvGI/AAAAAAAAERQ/mDmg6M4iT8s/s1600/DSCN3421.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/_Pr4V6SL-ras/TEvTsuAXvGI/AAAAAAAAERQ/mDmg6M4iT8s/s320/DSCN3421.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497720535353113698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fun, fun, fun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/971895965489064190-4429613718512313039?l=www.mjoannafaith.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mjoannafaith.com/feeds/4429613718512313039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=971895965489064190&amp;postID=4429613718512313039' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971895965489064190/posts/default/4429613718512313039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971895965489064190/posts/default/4429613718512313039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mjoannafaith.com/2010/07/fully-loaded.html' title='Fully Loaded'/><author><name>anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529917074591197525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01535523640725268331'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pr4V6SL-ras/TEvTrCEY2bI/AAAAAAAAEQ4/QmwRfypnTaQ/s72-c/DSCN3411.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971895965489064190.post-6155922201214117743</id><published>2010-07-25T07:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T08:18:17.890+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='House Hunt'/><title type='text'>We Will Look For A House</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We were strolling around the mall when I eyed a &lt;a href="http://www.boconcept.us/"&gt;modern furniture&lt;/a&gt; at the appliance store, it was so nice and classy, I bet if we would decide to buy a house here I might buy that furniture for the new home even though I just bought a new sofa when I moved in to this house but with a new furniture would not crack our budget then. I supposed to do house tripping last week but because I was busy here around the house and I thought my relatives from the province would arrive that day; I was not able to join the house tripping, maybe some other time when my husband is here. We will look for a house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A new owned house this time would be one of our dreams since I just turn my house over to my sister but this does not mean we are not pursuing to migrate because we really will, we are just waiting for some news and updates with our papers. We are looking for a house because when time comes that we decide to retire here, we will have a shelter on our own to go to. I hope GOD will help us with our papers and with our house hunt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/971895965489064190-6155922201214117743?l=www.mjoannafaith.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mjoannafaith.com/feeds/6155922201214117743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=971895965489064190&amp;postID=6155922201214117743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971895965489064190/posts/default/6155922201214117743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971895965489064190/posts/default/6155922201214117743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mjoannafaith.com/2010/07/we-will-look-for-house.html' title='We Will Look For A House'/><author><name>anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529917074591197525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01535523640725268331'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971895965489064190.post-5868215487646644166</id><published>2010-07-15T23:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T00:19:39.260+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girl&apos;s Talk'/><title type='text'>Girl's Talk : Mentally</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am not a summa cum laude or valedictorian in elementary and in high school but I can say I also contributed my skills in school. I just get high grades if I study hard and I belong to a general section not the special section. But even though I was not in the special section, I was in  the top 4 every school year ends, and when I graduated in high school I was in  the top 16th among the 1,000 plus graduates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went to college, I went well with my Accounting, it was my major and was recommended to get a Bachelor in Accountancy yet I choose the Management Accounting though, since I wanted to graduate early. I hate Math but I love Accounting, our guidance councilor said when she evaluated me, I just get serious with one thing when I am interested but if I am not expect me to have low grades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://beautyqueengene.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k316/kayedanda12/niko/gtbutton.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can still recall my Dad, he usually would wait for me from our door to congratulate me every time I received an award from school when I was in elementary and he would always brag me to his friends or to my siblings that I am the only clever among them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Char!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/971895965489064190-5868215487646644166?l=www.mjoannafaith.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mjoannafaith.com/feeds/5868215487646644166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=971895965489064190&amp;postID=5868215487646644166' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971895965489064190/posts/default/5868215487646644166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971895965489064190/posts/default/5868215487646644166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mjoannafaith.com/2010/07/girls-talk-mentally.html' title='Girl&apos;s Talk : Mentally'/><author><name>anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529917074591197525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01535523640725268331'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971895965489064190.post-3277667537210306518</id><published>2010-07-14T22:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T23:19:14.494+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You Tube Videos'/><title type='text'>Hiding in our bed sheets</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One morning Faith was enjoying the bedsheets I just put in our bed, since it was new from the laundry she is smelling and giggling while hiding inside of it. I thought to video tape her at that time though, it would be a nice souvenir from her being a toddler. How I wish the time does not flies so fast so I can still enjoy listening to her cute giggles and being silly at times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FRRMlm-_rK8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FRRMlm-_rK8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/971895965489064190-3277667537210306518?l=www.mjoannafaith.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mjoannafaith.com/feeds/3277667537210306518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=971895965489064190&amp;postID=3277667537210306518' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971895965489064190/posts/default/3277667537210306518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971895965489064190/posts/default/3277667537210306518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mjoannafaith.com/2010/07/hiding-in-our-bed-sheets.html' title='Hiding in our bed sheets'/><author><name>anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529917074591197525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01535523640725268331'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971895965489064190.post-940461871644790080</id><published>2010-07-13T08:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T09:48:10.219+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tuesday Couch Potatoes'/><title type='text'>TCP # 6 : Bride Wars</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have nothing more to say except that my Internet connection is still going crazy! And I am so dead trying to figure out what is wrong again. Anyhow my entry for Tuesday Couch Potatoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kikamzpera.com/search/label/Tuesday%20Couch%20Potatoes"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2625/3788856406_8bcc15ed59_o.png" width="168" height="125" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="http://www.fandango.com/bridewars_117462/movieoverview"&gt;Synopsis&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liv (Kate Hudson) and Emma (Anne Hathaway) are best friends since when they are still young and they both dreamed and planned every details of their wedding. When their boyfriends proposed them, they started to prepare all the things they need for the wedding including the Hotel where they want their marriage bond would take place. They even went there, together to book the date of their wedding, but an incident happens after a week, they were booked on the same date! Liv, a successful lawyer who is used to getting what she wants, including the perfect job and the perfect man, will not settle for anything less than the perfect wedding she has dreamed of for years. Emma, a schoolteacher who has always been good at taking care of others, but not so much in looking after herself, discovers her inner Bridezilla and comes out swinging when her own dream wedding is imperiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pr4V6SL-ras/TDvFhGMznFI/AAAAAAAAEQM/7wwY3-cBYa0/s1600/DSCN3388.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pr4V6SL-ras/TDvFhGMznFI/AAAAAAAAEQM/7wwY3-cBYa0/s320/DSCN3388.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493201342899133522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To join, please click the badge above, thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/971895965489064190-940461871644790080?l=www.mjoannafaith.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mjoannafaith.com/feeds/940461871644790080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=971895965489064190&amp;postID=940461871644790080' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971895965489064190/posts/default/940461871644790080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971895965489064190/posts/default/940461871644790080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mjoannafaith.com/2010/07/tcp-6-bride-wars.html' title='TCP # 6 : Bride Wars'/><author><name>anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529917074591197525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01535523640725268331'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pr4V6SL-ras/TDvFhGMznFI/AAAAAAAAEQM/7wwY3-cBYa0/s72-c/DSCN3388.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971895965489064190.post-1598763927426706429</id><published>2010-07-13T07:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T07:58:15.181+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cars and Stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Car Engine'/><title type='text'>Hear the Power</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A lot of younger drivers today want to catch the feel of the muscles cars of the sixties and seventies.  A lot of cars today have high powered engines but they just do not sound the same.  How do you get that muscle car fell and sound out of today’s high performance engine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One way you might want try are with &lt;a href="http://www.carid.com/exhaust-systems.html"&gt;mufflers&lt;/a&gt; that will give you that sound.  I remember how powerful those old cars sounded.  But if you take the cars we have now and you compare them, the new cars sound like wimps.  They may have higher performance engines but they just do not sound like it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a car that growls when the engine is running is sweet noise to my ears.  Compared to the quiet of most cars on the road today, the sound of those muscles cars will certainly draw attention.  Don’t get me wrong, I like today’s cars and the fact that they get better gas mileage, but I miss the sound of those old muscle cars.  You knew you were driving something with a lot of power.  Silence may be golden, but give me the growls and roars of a powerful sounding engine.  Let me hear the power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/971895965489064190-1598763927426706429?l=www.mjoannafaith.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mjoannafaith.com/feeds/1598763927426706429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=971895965489064190&amp;postID=1598763927426706429' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971895965489064190/posts/default/1598763927426706429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971895965489064190/posts/default/1598763927426706429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mjoannafaith.com/2010/07/hear-power.html' title='Hear the Power'/><author><name>anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529917074591197525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01535523640725268331'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971895965489064190.post-5745007502993566989</id><published>2010-07-12T23:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T23:42:37.650+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blue Monday'/><title type='text'>Blue Monday # 3 : A Photoshoot</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilingsally.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk178/dannyannemj/download.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was late, oh well blame it to my Internet connection, it goes on and off until this time. While my youngest keeps on screaming here in my side because she keeps on plugging and unplugging our headset, let me post my entry here real quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presenting my husband photoshoot of the Alcatraz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pr4V6SL-ras/TDs3OHult4I/AAAAAAAAEQE/HPncP-2GcFk/s1600/DSCF0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pr4V6SL-ras/TDs3OHult4I/AAAAAAAAEQE/HPncP-2GcFk/s320/DSCF0007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493044886240606082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/971895965489064190-5745007502993566989?l=www.mjoannafaith.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mjoannafaith.com/feeds/5745007502993566989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=971895965489064190&amp;postID=5745007502993566989' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971895965489064190/posts/default/5745007502993566989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971895965489064190/posts/default/5745007502993566989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mjoannafaith.com/2010/07/blue-monday-3-photoshoot.html' title='Blue Monday # 3 : A Photoshoot'/><author><name>anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529917074591197525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01535523640725268331'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pr4V6SL-ras/TDs3OHult4I/AAAAAAAAEQE/HPncP-2GcFk/s72-c/DSCF0007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971895965489064190.post-5274291212686277977</id><published>2010-07-11T22:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T22:35:21.423+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>Our Today's Agenda</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Right after we enjoyed ourselves watching movies from HBO this afternoon, Mj reminded me to take a shower so we can go to church. She is always the one who would invite us to go to church every Sunday, I would sometimes tell them so but she is always the first one to remind me we have to get ready. We went to St. Paul; it is nearby at the mall we would go after and the restaurant that I want us to dine with tonight. So after church, we headed immediately to the Barbecue Restaurant, Faith and Mj ate a lot of barbecue chicken and my diet was destructed again. When we were done eating, I bought some stuff for my kids, umbrella, vitamins and some clips for Faith, while Mj has a new raincoat, clips and her pencil's lid at the mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Faith is bugging me right now, I could not concentrate writing this post anymore, so I have to park my keyboard now folks, goodnight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/971895965489064190-5274291212686277977?l=www.mjoannafaith.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mjoannafaith.com/feeds/5274291212686277977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=971895965489064190&amp;postID=5274291212686277977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971895965489064190/posts/default/5274291212686277977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971895965489064190/posts/default/5274291212686277977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mjoannafaith.com/2010/07/our-todays-agenda.html' title='Our Today&apos;s Agenda'/><author><name>anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529917074591197525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01535523640725268331'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971895965489064190.post-1120010247358674635</id><published>2010-07-10T22:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T08:27:20.669+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Not Feeling Well'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fever'/><title type='text'>No So Good Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was Friday morning when I noticed that my eldest daughter was so weak, we review a little then she poured some drops on her eyes, she said she was ready to take the long quiz on that day but when I touched her forehead she was dreading so hot, she has a fever. She said though she still can bear the heat, and that she needs to take the long quiz because she was ready. I did not allow her though, I told her to escape the quiz because we cannot do anything with it anymore and we would go to her pediatrician later in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrive at the clinic, there were many kids who went there for check up, one patient was only a follow up check up since he was already admitted for Dengue Fever. The mother said it is already rampant in their area; thank GOD her son was saved. Mj has only a slight fever though, when the Doctor check on her, her temperature was only 37.5 maybe it was because of her sinusitis and phlegm. The Doctor advised me to make a follow up intake for her fever, then if it would gone already I will just have to continue her medicines for her nose and cough. It was not a good weekend for us at all, I thought to get a Tawa-Tawa from sister Merlyn then instantly Mj said she is alright and there's no need for sister Merlyn to bring Tawa-Tawa the next day, she just don't like the taste of it. Right now, she is fine and yeah there's no need for her to take the herbal medicine, she should be alright otherwise she should drink a glass of the Tawa-Tawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/971895965489064190-1120010247358674635?l=www.mjoannafaith.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mjoannafaith.com/feeds/1120010247358674635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=971895965489064190&amp;postID=1120010247358674635' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971895965489064190/posts/default/1120010247358674635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971895965489064190/posts/default/1120010247358674635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mjoannafaith.com/2010/07/no-so-good-weekend.html' title='No So Good Weekend'/><author><name>anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529917074591197525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01535523640725268331'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971895965489064190.post-6893737999841739693</id><published>2010-07-10T21:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T22:16:06.385+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VItamins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prenatal Vitamins'/><title type='text'>A Total Miracle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When a woman gets pregnant, complete vitamins recommended by Doctors should be a must otherwise there's a possibility that the baby will be unhealthy. When I was pregnant with Faith, my husband sent me some vitamins, I show it to my Doctor first and from then on, she did not give me any vitamins anymore, since I really had a hard time taking those, other than it is huge it has a different taste that I sometimes end up vomiting it all.  There are many options now that you could find prenatal vitamins all in one capsule just like my husband sent me, you may also want to try to search it in &lt;a href="http://prenatalvitamins.net/"&gt;prenatalvitamins.net&lt;/a&gt; if they have the vitamins you may like. And when you have the vitamins, don't forget to get the recommendation from your Doctor, and let her check if that vitamin is good for you. It is better to do some precautions than to be sorry in the end. You must also visit your OB-gyne once in a month, I know it is very tiring to visit them since we have this little creature in our womb but there is no important than to have our baby safe and kicking alive inside us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is indeed hard to get pregnant but when you gave birth, there is no such exact word you could describe your feelings while holding her tiny body in your arms. I was speechless and cried secretly when I saw her; it was a total miracle to me at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/971895965489064190-6893737999841739693?l=www.mjoannafaith.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mjoannafaith.com/feeds/6893737999841739693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=971895965489064190&amp;postID=6893737999841739693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971895965489064190/posts/default/6893737999841739693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971895965489064190/posts/default/6893737999841739693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mjoannafaith.com/2010/07/total-miracle.html' title='A Total Miracle'/><author><name>anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529917074591197525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01535523640725268331'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971895965489064190.post-3536580233437245511</id><published>2010-07-09T10:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T10:24:46.677+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food Trip Friday'/><title type='text'>Food Trip Friday # 2 : Chicken Cordon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pr4V6SL-ras/TDaGsV1lGXI/AAAAAAAAEPM/GgoaMMAP050/s1600/DSCN1402.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pr4V6SL-ras/TDaGsV1lGXI/AAAAAAAAEPM/GgoaMMAP050/s320/DSCN1402.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491724891959138674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is Chicken Cordon, it was during my friend's birthday I saw it the first time and it really tastes good. The one who cook this said that she just put it in the oven after she puts some spices inside of it. I am not sure exactly what are those things she puts to taste it yummier and I am no good cook, well though there are times that I am doing my best to cook foods for my kids. I would show it to you here one day, but for now I have to park my keyboard because I need to send Mj to her pedia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Join us here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;a href="http://foodtripfriday.net/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://entrecard.s3.amazonaws.com/eimage/147885.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/971895965489064190-3536580233437245511?l=www.mjoannafaith.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mjoannafaith.com/feeds/3536580233437245511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=971895965489064190&amp;postID=3536580233437245511' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971895965489064190/posts/default/3536580233437245511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971895965489064190/posts/default/3536580233437245511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mjoannafaith.com/2010/07/food-trip-friday-2-chicken-cordon.html' title='Food Trip Friday # 2 : Chicken Cordon'/><author><name>anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529917074591197525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01535523640725268331'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pr4V6SL-ras/TDaGsV1lGXI/AAAAAAAAEPM/GgoaMMAP050/s72-c/DSCN1402.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971895965489064190.post-1912551001274701590</id><published>2010-07-09T09:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T10:09:07.585+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diet Pills'/><title type='text'>Ask For Recommendations</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Before you take any pills you should ask for recommendations from someone who is a long time client for that brand, or you may want to try the &lt;a href="http://www.sybervision.com/reviews/Review-Alli.php"&gt;alli  reviews&lt;/a&gt; and see if that works for you, who knows you might like of what they presented about the product. I have been using a diet pill a couple of months ago and it must have been working for me but I did not continue it, due to some laziness that struck me from time to time, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;geez &lt;/span&gt;I don't even have time to take my vitamins or so I get too lazy to intake pills and such. My husband keeps on reminding to take it daily but too bad I just can't remember it when I am done with my task, or after I shut my computer down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am now, enjoying my flabby belly, how I wish to go to the gym again but as a busy stay at home mom, I never have the time to work out. I might just go to the dentist to have teeth cleaning, or do fill in so I don't have any appetite to eat and that helps me to tone down. What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/971895965489064190-1912551001274701590?l=www.mjoannafaith.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mjoannafaith.com/feeds/1912551001274701590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=971895965489064190&amp;postID=1912551001274701590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971895965489064190/posts/default/1912551001274701590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971895965489064190/posts/default/1912551001274701590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mjoannafaith.com/2010/07/ask-for-recommendations.html' title='Ask For Recommendations'/><author><name>anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529917074591197525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01535523640725268331'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971895965489064190.post-4003909853441520926</id><published>2010-07-08T16:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T21:47:27.859+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girl&apos;s Talk'/><title type='text'>Girls Talk : Financially</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sad to say but I really struggle for money when I was still in college, I worked so hard at school yet I never have enough money for my fare, the school I went for college only shouldered my tuition fee. Yes, my father left me some money for my school fees but it never reached me, anyway that was past and I already forgave and forget all those things. Though I was thankful that I experienced those hardships in life so early because it gave me wisdom that money is not that easy to earn, you have to work hard for it so you could eat and buy things that you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, that my husband supported me all the way, I never used the money he sent for pleasure. Mostly I spend it to my kids and things for the house, I sometimes buy things for myself but I made sure that the bills and the tuition fees were already paid. I also just ask exactly what we need for the week, and I deposit the rest to the bank. And even though my husband is too miles apart from me, I don't go night outs or spend my money extremely shopping in the mall. I rather spend it wisely and save some so when rain come, we have something that we could use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://beautyqueengene.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Girls Talk" src="http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k316/kayedanda12/niko/gtbutton.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/971895965489064190-4003909853441520926?l=www.mjoannafaith.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mjoannafaith.com/feeds/4003909853441520926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=971895965489064190&amp;postID=4003909853441520926' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971895965489064190/posts/default/4003909853441520926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971895965489064190/posts/default/4003909853441520926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mjoannafaith.com/2010/07/girls-talk-financially.html' title='Girls Talk : Financially'/><author><name>anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529917074591197525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01535523640725268331'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971895965489064190.post-5418992684415007253</id><published>2010-07-08T07:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T07:47:46.056+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Exercise Gadgets'/><title type='text'>Weight Lifting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I often talk about weight loss here, one thing I have learned is diet and supplements are not enough.  You need to exercise.  A &lt;a href="http://www.ultimatebodypress.com/"&gt;pull up  bar&lt;/a&gt; is one way for you to get in some weight lifting.  What weight are you lifting? Well it’s your body.  So if you are like my hubby and weigh more than 200lbs then you can see you will have a lot of weight to work with, but if you are like me, well there is not that much, but still it will help me build muscle and burn fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/971895965489064190-5418992684415007253?l=www.mjoannafaith.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mjoannafaith.com/feeds/5418992684415007253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=971895965489064190&amp;postID=5418992684415007253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971895965489064190/posts/default/5418992684415007253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971895965489064190/posts/default/5418992684415007253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mjoannafaith.com/2010/07/weight-lifting.html' title='Weight Lifting'/><author><name>anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529917074591197525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01535523640725268331'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971895965489064190.post-671024132308372831</id><published>2010-07-07T15:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T15:11:36.825+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health Issues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Worried about that fever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am so worried; dengue fever is attacking the town again. There were numbers of kids who already suffered from this epidemic and it gets me freak out. I have a two kids, although my youngest stayed home most of the time but my eldest daughter had some activities she needs to attain to outside the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I bought a lotion repellent for my kids but still I am so worried, what if things like that would happen to us and I am so all alone to take care both of them. I hope it will never happen though. I hope no one in my family would suffer such fever, because I would really get panicked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/971895965489064190-671024132308372831?l=www.mjoannafaith.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mjoannafaith.com/feeds/671024132308372831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=971895965489064190&amp;postID=671024132308372831' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971895965489064190/posts/default/671024132308372831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971895965489064190/posts/default/671024132308372831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mjoannafaith.com/2010/07/worried-about-that-fever.html' title='Worried about that fever'/><author><name>anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529917074591197525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01535523640725268331'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971895965489064190.post-3495511237103676267</id><published>2010-07-06T08:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T09:38:40.707+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tuesday Couch Potatoes'/><title type='text'>TCP # 5 : The City of Angels</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kikamzpera.com/search/label/Tuesday%20Couch%20Potatoes"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2625/3788856406_8bcc15ed59_o.png" width="168" height="125" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you watched the movie The City of Angels? This movie was shown on 1998, I actually did not see this movie in cinema but in a DVD that has bunch of movies, my sister loves to collect those kinds of DVD. Anyway, one movie that really caught my attention is The City of Angels, I thought it was kind a boring but yes it was not because I just so love it. Not to mention the very touchy soundtrack, Angels of Sarah Mclachlan and guess what? It is one of my husband's favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pr4V6SL-ras/TDKI7ZRkW2I/AAAAAAAAENs/Xc4CVephbh8/s1600/city-of-angels.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pr4V6SL-ras/TDKI7ZRkW2I/AAAAAAAAENs/Xc4CVephbh8/s320/city-of-angels.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490601449696287586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Photo source : Google&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The synopsis:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seth's (Nicholas Cage) job is to listening and observing people's lives and guide them when they die. One day when he was assigned to a child, who was dying, he noticed the surgeon trying to save the life of the child but was failed to do it. Maggi (Meg Ryan) noticed Seth in the emergency room where she struggles to save the child. Seth became so attached with Maggi and decided to be visible to her so she can see him but being visible to human is not allowed to them and yet he fell in love with Maggi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More of the synopsis &lt;a href="http://www.starpulse.com/Movies/City_Of_Angels/Summary/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The soundtrack:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="330" height="273"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hx4RsCfL_fA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hx4RsCfL_fA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="330" height="273"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="330" height="200"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://lyrics.stlyrics.com/lyrscroll.swf?page=http%3A//www%2Estlyrics%2Ecom/lyrics/cityofangels/angel%2Ehtm" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" name="lyrscroll" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="never" allownetworking="all" width="330" height="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stlyrics.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Lyrics&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.stlyrics.com/lyrics/cityofangels/angel.htm" target="_blank"&gt;Sarah McLachlan - Angel lyrics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/971895965489064190-3495511237103676267?l=www.mjoannafaith.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mjoannafaith.com/feeds/3495511237103676267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=971895965489064190&amp;postID=3495511237103676267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971895965489064190/posts/default/3495511237103676267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971895965489064190/posts/default/3495511237103676267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mjoannafaith.com/2010/07/tcp-5-city-of-angels.html' title='TCP # 5 : The City of Angels'/><author><name>anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529917074591197525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01535523640725268331'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pr4V6SL-ras/TDKI7ZRkW2I/AAAAAAAAENs/Xc4CVephbh8/s72-c/city-of-angels.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971895965489064190.post-7406119349540191420</id><published>2010-07-05T07:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T08:34:37.139+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blue Monday'/><title type='text'>Blue Monday # 2 : Happy 4th of July America!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilingsally.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk178/dannyannemj/download.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 4th of July America! Though I am not there but my husband is, he said they will be having fireworks outside tonight but he stayed at home, since we are chatting right at the very moment. It would be nice if I could see it since it has been a while that I didn't watch fireworks here in our place; even at Christmas or New Year we don't have that one here because our Mayor doesn't allow it. It is for the good of our town as well so we did not agree with it; somehow it serves as peace and quiet during holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is my picture when I went for a short vacation with my BFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pr4V6SL-ras/TDEjy_OvkxI/AAAAAAAAENU/r1Q_xhQmdAU/s1600/DSCI0157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pr4V6SL-ras/TDEjy_OvkxI/AAAAAAAAENU/r1Q_xhQmdAU/s320/DSCI0157.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490208779615048466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A video from you tube, Happy 4th of July America!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MeFi3SDi_n8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MeFi3SDi_n8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/971895965489064190-7406119349540191420?l=www.mjoannafaith.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mjoannafaith.com/feeds/7406119349540191420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=971895965489064190&amp;postID=7406119349540191420' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971895965489064190/posts/default/7406119349540191420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971895965489064190/posts/default/7406119349540191420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mjoannafaith.com/2010/07/blue-monday-2-happy-4th-of-july-america.html' title='Blue Monday # 2 : Happy 4th of July America!'/><author><name>anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529917074591197525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01535523640725268331'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pr4V6SL-ras/TDEjy_OvkxI/AAAAAAAAENU/r1Q_xhQmdAU/s72-c/DSCI0157.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971895965489064190.post-1756376842012664347</id><published>2010-07-04T09:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T09:59:00.034+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>She Gets Too Stubborn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Faith woke up so early in the morning today, so even I slept at 2:00 a.m., last night I have to get up with her. I immediately took her medicines so she could take it, in a while she was so behave and silent. I turn the TV on for her so she could watch her favorite TV shows while I heated the viand and frying the rice. When I was finish and ready to chat with her Daddy, she began to drag me at the living room or wanted me to lay down in bed with her. Lastly, she wanted to type the keyboard and stayed in front of the computer, she fought with me in a moment so I carried her in my arms and put her to our dine table for breakfast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feed her some mango after we ate, now I think I am suffering from stomachache, I am certain it is from the mango I ate this breakfast. Faith looks absolutely fine though, except she is being so clingy, she doesn't want me to be alone in the computer or do my assignments. Right now, while I am typing, she also sat in my lap and trying to cover the monitor with flash cards. I already told her to stop but she doesn't want to listen, that's how stubborn she is sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/971895965489064190-1756376842012664347?l=www.mjoannafaith.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mjoannafaith.com/feeds/1756376842012664347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=971895965489064190&amp;postID=1756376842012664347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971895965489064190/posts/default/1756376842012664347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971895965489064190/posts/default/1756376842012664347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mjoannafaith.com/2010/07/she-gets-too-stubborn.html' title='She Gets Too Stubborn'/><author><name>anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529917074591197525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01535523640725268331'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>