<?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-8048214677078502093</id><updated>2012-02-07T11:00:35.020+08:00</updated><category term='childhood'/><category term='Cars'/><category term='overseas'/><category term='Laguna'/><category term='Philippines'/><category term='trips'/><category term='movies'/><category term='gadgets'/><category term='nursery'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='song'/><category term='infertility'/><category term='Batangas'/><category term='storage'/><category term='puppies'/><category term='Manila'/><category term='stroller'/><category term='home'/><category term='euen'/><category term='Bohol'/><category term='Games'/><category term='Singapore'/><category term='slippers'/><category term='zoo'/><category term='Gingerbread Man'/><category term='clothes'/><category term='grandparents'/><category term='baby things'/><category term='Subic'/><category term='family'/><category term='new year'/><category term='planner'/><category term='tv'/><category term='cake'/><category term='decor'/><category term='sister'/><category term='weddings'/><category term='friends'/><category term='diabetes'/><category term='shoes'/><category term='bedroom'/><category term='Cebu'/><category term='doctor'/><category term='U.P.'/><category term='mommy'/><category term='car seat'/><category term='papa'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='ikoy'/><category term='appliance'/><category term='Starbucks'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='parties'/><category term='traditions'/><category term='dogs'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='bestfriend'/><category term='Marikina'/><category term='music'/><category term='Hongkong'/><category term='Malaysia'/><category term='kitchen'/><category term='toys'/><category term='furniture'/><category term='parents'/><category term='carpentry'/><category term='construction'/><category term='adventure'/><category term='ikea'/><category term='feng shui'/><category term='fan'/><category term='Sanuk'/><category term='baby'/><category term='food'/><category term='house'/><category term='Nuni likes'/><category term='coffee'/><category term='bathroom'/><category term='sandals'/><category term='pregnancy'/><category term='baby wrap'/><title type='text'>Iba't ibang kwento ng buhay</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>nuni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03769317038730988735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/STjlnFyo5dI/AAAAAAAAByM/IMIm-P2tNNg/S220/DSC_6592.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>217</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048214677078502093.post-3943510858272520542</id><published>2012-02-05T10:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T11:00:35.041+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='overseas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Old Friends with New Babies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8xFtinU9FWA/TzCQEkHH00I/AAAAAAAAC_E/qh1DTnOiMYI/s1600/rupert.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8xFtinU9FWA/TzCQEkHH00I/AAAAAAAAC_E/qh1DTnOiMYI/s320/rupert.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706219135965844290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I salute OFW's for choosing to work overseas for greener pasteurs.  But it breaks my heart on the thought that they are away from their loved ones.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gladly, this is not the case for my two OFW friends that we recently met.  They've been working abroad but they brought their family with them.  &lt;em&gt;Rupert, Malu &lt;/em&gt;with their two kids, &lt;em&gt;Rob and Baby Marley&lt;/em&gt; visited from Australia and I'm happy they spared some time to visit our home.  They wanted to see me with a big tummy as well.  Thanks for the gift for baby &lt;em&gt;Euen&lt;/em&gt;! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, my former housemate and college classmate, &lt;em&gt;Arman, &lt;/em&gt;is back from Ireland for a short vacation, with his wife, &lt;em&gt;Tere&lt;/em&gt;, and their four-month old baby &lt;em&gt;Eli&lt;/em&gt;.  We attended Eli's christening last weekend.  Thank you for the cute baby clothes for &lt;em&gt;Euen&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HzoQ5JDfFxE/TzCQ_xyd9tI/AAAAAAAAC_Q/qhcSML86cy8/s1600/arman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HzoQ5JDfFxE/TzCQ_xyd9tI/AAAAAAAAC_Q/qhcSML86cy8/s320/arman.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706220153249593042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am surrounded with babies everywhere! &lt;em&gt;Euen's &lt;/em&gt;soon to be playmates and friends.  It is good see good old friends, now with families and babies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048214677078502093-3943510858272520542?l=iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/feeds/3943510858272520542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2012/02/old-friends-with-new-babies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/3943510858272520542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/3943510858272520542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2012/02/old-friends-with-new-babies.html' title='Old Friends with New Babies'/><author><name>nuni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03769317038730988735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/STjlnFyo5dI/AAAAAAAAByM/IMIm-P2tNNg/S220/DSC_6592.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8xFtinU9FWA/TzCQEkHH00I/AAAAAAAAC_E/qh1DTnOiMYI/s72-c/rupert.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048214677078502093.post-2115933031921728390</id><published>2012-01-31T11:32:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T10:14:31.871+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='car seat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>January 27: Thirteenth Maternity Checkup @W36</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pzx8RUBar7s/Tydhe_DvsLI/AAAAAAAAC-4/Wpm_IYhIW4A/s1600/car%2Bseat.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pzx8RUBar7s/Tydhe_DvsLI/AAAAAAAAC-4/Wpm_IYhIW4A/s320/car%2Bseat.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703634638039134386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Euen &lt;/em&gt;started to lay low in her movements this week.  This is because she's growing fast in my tummy and her &lt;em&gt;swimming-pool-world&lt;/em&gt; inside is beginning to be small for her.  She can't toss and turn as much, at this point.  Blood pressure normal and my weight has been constant for three weeks now.  Though it looks like there is an extra large &lt;strong&gt;watermelon&lt;/strong&gt;, still growing, inside my shirt.  Had another nonstress test today, to record &lt;em&gt;Euen &lt;/em&gt;'s movements, even those that I've been barely feeling.  &lt;strong&gt;No contractions yet&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My OB, &lt;em&gt;Tita Cel&lt;/em&gt;, is out of the country for a week. I need to cross my fingers that &lt;em&gt;Euen &lt;/em&gt; will not want to come out, until she comes back.  The D-day is set! &lt;strong&gt;Two more weeks to go&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, after trying on the baby wrap with brown bear, Denden needed a model, smaller than brown bear, for the car seat.  I was surprised to see &lt;em&gt;Amy the bear&lt;/em&gt;, strapped on it last night.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days more and &lt;em&gt;Denden &lt;/em&gt;will install it in the car.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048214677078502093-2115933031921728390?l=iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/feeds/2115933031921728390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2012/01/january-27-thirteenth-maternity-checkup.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/2115933031921728390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/2115933031921728390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2012/01/january-27-thirteenth-maternity-checkup.html' title='January 27: Thirteenth Maternity Checkup @W36'/><author><name>nuni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03769317038730988735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/STjlnFyo5dI/AAAAAAAAByM/IMIm-P2tNNg/S220/DSC_6592.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pzx8RUBar7s/Tydhe_DvsLI/AAAAAAAAC-4/Wpm_IYhIW4A/s72-c/car%2Bseat.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048214677078502093.post-1660100720146727381</id><published>2012-01-30T11:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T00:13:30.795+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='furniture'/><title type='text'>Baby Company Baby Fair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f2EOIdSgcEw/Tydc28ysl1I/AAAAAAAAC-s/Qe4u3QfJfaw/s1600/baby%2Bfair.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 193px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f2EOIdSgcEw/Tydc28ysl1I/AAAAAAAAC-s/Qe4u3QfJfaw/s320/baby%2Bfair.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703629552189478738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SM held it's &lt;a href="http://babycompany.com.ph/babyco/?p=334&amp;type=2&amp;sec=35&amp;aid=8067"&gt;Baby Company Grand Baby Fair &lt;/a&gt;last weekend. At first I didn't want to go because I do not have a list of things to buy at this point, (plus the traffic and difficulty parking in Megamall.) But we decided to drop by early Sunday morning with &lt;em&gt;MamaCherub&lt;/em&gt; since we're going to &lt;em&gt;Marikina &lt;/em&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just bought a tummy binder, &lt;a href="http://www.playtexbaby.com/Bottles/Dropins"&gt;dropins&lt;/a&gt; and some consumable baby supplies stocks: baby laundry detergent, baby soap, paper stem cotton buds.  All items are indeed on sale.  The least is 20% off. And there were a lot of freebies! We got two swag bags with lots of free stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite of all, is this four-small-shelved-wooden-white-drawer, with animal drawings.  Priced 1.3K, that is 70% off.  Sooooo cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048214677078502093-1660100720146727381?l=iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/feeds/1660100720146727381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2012/01/baby-company-baby-fair.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/1660100720146727381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/1660100720146727381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2012/01/baby-company-baby-fair.html' title='Baby Company Baby Fair'/><author><name>nuni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03769317038730988735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/STjlnFyo5dI/AAAAAAAAByM/IMIm-P2tNNg/S220/DSC_6592.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f2EOIdSgcEw/Tydc28ysl1I/AAAAAAAAC-s/Qe4u3QfJfaw/s72-c/baby%2Bfair.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048214677078502093.post-812388527261645992</id><published>2012-01-26T08:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T09:44:42.625+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Happy Foods</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6TG_tO36r6o/TyCjOyyWEoI/AAAAAAAAC-g/TDiBS8SNyfM/s1600/photo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6TG_tO36r6o/TyCjOyyWEoI/AAAAAAAAC-g/TDiBS8SNyfM/s320/photo.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701736602797478530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have any food craving during the past nine months of my pregnancy.  Pregnant or not, these are two of my many &lt;em&gt;happy foods&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first one is homemade cheese pimiento by &lt;em&gt;Auntie Debot&lt;/em&gt;.  Every year, after Christmas, she makes her cheese pimiento from the leftover &lt;em&gt;queso de bola&lt;/em&gt;.  Other ingredients include butter, pickles, bell peppers and cheddar cheese.  And she always saves some for us. &lt;strong&gt;Yummy&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TM8tkiV9qCA/TyCjJPt0f5I/AAAAAAAAC-U/wuZalhjjX9A/s1600/cookie.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/-TM8tkiV9qCA/TyCjJPt0f5I/AAAAAAAAC-U/wuZalhjjX9A/s320/cookie.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701736507483914130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second happy food are the &lt;em&gt;365 Chocolate Chip Cookies&lt;/em&gt; that I always ask as &lt;strong&gt;pasalubong &lt;/strong&gt;from &lt;em&gt;Shashing &lt;/em&gt;in &lt;em&gt;Singapore&lt;/em&gt;.  These are healthy cookies as they contain soy milk.  It is best served when frozen. Of course, I eat moderately. One cookie is equal to one carb choice.  I usually take one as snack whenever there's stock and when I reward myself for ther other times that I don't eat sweets/deserts. Or, when I'm happy or simply, when I want to be happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048214677078502093-812388527261645992?l=iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/feeds/812388527261645992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-foods.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/812388527261645992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/812388527261645992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-foods.html' title='Happy Foods'/><author><name>nuni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03769317038730988735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/STjlnFyo5dI/AAAAAAAAByM/IMIm-P2tNNg/S220/DSC_6592.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6TG_tO36r6o/TyCjOyyWEoI/AAAAAAAAC-g/TDiBS8SNyfM/s72-c/photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048214677078502093.post-6577430371113010753</id><published>2012-01-26T08:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T09:46:51.866+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='papa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grandparents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traditions'/><title type='text'>Chinese New Year 2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cu3XQXkOnv4/TyCh883gZLI/AAAAAAAAC-I/wie14HXPMfE/s1600/dep_6679382-Chinese-Year-of-the-Dragon-Symbol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cu3XQXkOnv4/TyCh883gZLI/AAAAAAAAC-I/wie14HXPMfE/s320/dep_6679382-Chinese-Year-of-the-Dragon-Symbol.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701735196754207922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few months back, one of the soon-to-be-grandpa's told us that his first granddaghter will be born on the &lt;a href="http://www.stanssewingsupplies.com/catalogs/store.asp?pid=254835"&gt;Chinese Year of the Dragon&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Papa Rene&lt;/em&gt; said this is a very good and lucky animal sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Monday, January 24, 2012, was the &lt;a href="http://www.chinesefortunecalendar.com/2012.htm"&gt;Chinese New Year &lt;/a&gt;.  (And for the first time, this day was declared a &lt;a href="http://www.philstar.com/Article.aspx?articleId=770577&amp;publicationSubCategoryId=200"&gt;holiday&lt;/a&gt;.)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it was too early but I hoped that the Chinese New Year will pass and &lt;em&gt;Euen &lt;/em&gt;will still be inside my tummy.  Now, she will be officially born in the year of the Water Dragon.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know who is else born in the year of the Dragon, Water Dragon to be exact?  This only happens every sixty years.  And who's turning sixty this year? The other soon-to-be-grandpa, &lt;em&gt;Papa Chime&lt;/em&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Xīn Nián Kuài Lè&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo credit &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W3BkrTQSFB8/Tv2OrrgCgoI/AAAAAAAAA7U/n-tm8qJy1Ao/s400/dep_6679382-Chinese-Year-of-the-Dragon-Symbol.jpg"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048214677078502093-6577430371113010753?l=iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/feeds/6577430371113010753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2012/01/chinese-new-year-2012.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/6577430371113010753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/6577430371113010753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2012/01/chinese-new-year-2012.html' title='Chinese New Year 2012'/><author><name>nuni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03769317038730988735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/STjlnFyo5dI/AAAAAAAAByM/IMIm-P2tNNg/S220/DSC_6592.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cu3XQXkOnv4/TyCh883gZLI/AAAAAAAAC-I/wie14HXPMfE/s72-c/dep_6679382-Chinese-Year-of-the-Dragon-Symbol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048214677078502093.post-5549684821538093074</id><published>2012-01-25T16:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T09:47:27.615+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>January 20: Twelfth Maternity Checkup @W35</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vu9e1tcAKcQ/Tx-mERC-eAI/AAAAAAAAC98/DLC1IhEMtPU/s1600/36.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 291px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vu9e1tcAKcQ/Tx-mERC-eAI/AAAAAAAAC98/DLC1IhEMtPU/s320/36.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701458245499910146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; During our last check-up, &lt;em&gt;Euen &lt;/em&gt;had a BioPhysical Profile Ultrasound and she aced it, her&lt;strong&gt; BPP Score is 8/8:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Normal Infant; Low risk for chronic asphyxia. &lt;/em&gt;  &lt;em&gt;Heart rate: 153bpm&lt;/em&gt;. Her &lt;em&gt;estimated weight is 2966 grams&lt;/em&gt;, that is about &lt;strong&gt;6.5lbs!&lt;/strong&gt; No wonder my tummy is so big. She is one week advanced based on her size and weight.  Our "chosen" birth date for &lt;em&gt;Euen &lt;/em&gt;is okay with &lt;em&gt;Tita Cel &lt;/em&gt;as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I'm on the 252nd day of my pregnancy.  On my ninth and last month and technically on my 36th week.  Yes, I am counting the days and the "sleepless" nights of tossing and turning.  I know soon enough, Euen will not only be inside my tummy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo credit &lt;a href="http://3dpregnancy.parentsconnect.com/static/pregnancy-week-36.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048214677078502093-5549684821538093074?l=iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/feeds/5549684821538093074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2012/01/january-20-twelfth-maternity-checkup.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/5549684821538093074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/5549684821538093074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2012/01/january-20-twelfth-maternity-checkup.html' title='January 20: Twelfth Maternity Checkup @W35'/><author><name>nuni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03769317038730988735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/STjlnFyo5dI/AAAAAAAAByM/IMIm-P2tNNg/S220/DSC_6592.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vu9e1tcAKcQ/Tx-mERC-eAI/AAAAAAAAC98/DLC1IhEMtPU/s72-c/36.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048214677078502093.post-7996269677916665508</id><published>2012-01-19T14:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T15:00:50.320+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nursery'/><title type='text'>Putting up the Nursery: Part 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RPwKejEoVuE/Txe-12nhD7I/AAAAAAAAC9w/gQ_FR9fewXU/s1600/DSC_4449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RPwKejEoVuE/Txe-12nhD7I/AAAAAAAAC9w/gQ_FR9fewXU/s320/DSC_4449.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699233685864255410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Denden&lt;/em&gt; and I are both engineers, thus, we aren't good in art.  Everything has to be plain and simple: measured, or symmetric.  We then assigned the task of decorating the stickers for the nursery and the blue bathroom to the soon-to-be-&lt;em&gt;titas&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Shashing and MamaCherub&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, they did the alphabet in one line.  Their explanation, it's supposed to be a train.  They also arranged the numbers in a pyramid and because they didn't want to confuse &lt;em&gt;Euen &lt;/em&gt;in the order. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When &lt;em&gt;Denden &lt;/em&gt;looked at the room, he asked, "&lt;em&gt;Talaga bang hindi sunod- sunod yung ABC?&lt;/em&gt;"  He sang the alphabet: &lt;strong&gt;A B C D E J G F I M K H L N O P... &lt;/strong&gt;Look closely in the picture.  We all had a nice laugh while &lt;em&gt;Shashing &lt;/em&gt;explained that they didn't notice their mistake.  We pictured &lt;em&gt;Euen &lt;/em&gt;singing the alphabet song that way and laughed even more because it will all be blamed to the &lt;em&gt;tita's&lt;/em&gt;.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we arranged it in the correct order afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o1d0-jv1upU/Txe-pxVk9qI/AAAAAAAAC9k/39HbK326zb4/s1600/stickers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 329px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o1d0-jv1upU/Txe-pxVk9qI/AAAAAAAAC9k/39HbK326zb4/s400/stickers.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699233478288406178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048214677078502093-7996269677916665508?l=iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/feeds/7996269677916665508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2012/01/putting-up-nursery-part-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/7996269677916665508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/7996269677916665508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2012/01/putting-up-nursery-part-4.html' title='Putting up the Nursery: Part 4'/><author><name>nuni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03769317038730988735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/STjlnFyo5dI/AAAAAAAAByM/IMIm-P2tNNg/S220/DSC_6592.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RPwKejEoVuE/Txe-12nhD7I/AAAAAAAAC9w/gQ_FR9fewXU/s72-c/DSC_4449.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048214677078502093.post-4646630582143563077</id><published>2012-01-18T14:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T20:52:40.347+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clothes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby wrap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>More for the Baby</title><content type='html'>We sorted all the preloved baby clothes for &lt;em&gt;Euen &lt;/em&gt;and separated them into categories: newborn up to six months, six months to one year, twelve to eighteen months, and two years above.  We sorted and packed for each category and stored clothes for those greater than six months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After sorting, all those left for Euen to use from newborn up to six months are these: 12 pajamas, 12 body suits, 6 dresses, 12 shirts with sleeves, 9 sleeveless tops, 13 onesies, 3 skirts, 5 undies, 30 bibs, 41 socks, 7 booties, 12 mittens and 12 hats.  Yey! Yes, they are now washed, ironed and arranged in &lt;em&gt;Euen's &lt;/em&gt;closet.  To think that we only bought a handful.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, we searched on how to use the baby wrap.  The makers of the wrap, &lt;a href="http://parentsofinvention.com/ubw-product.htm"&gt;Parents of Invention&lt;/a&gt;,  had discontinued making their products already but we found their website and an instructional video on how to use the &lt;em&gt;Ultimate Baby Wrap&lt;/em&gt;.  It can be used from birth up to three, has five possible positions.  Said to be safe and simple since it has no buckles or straps.  It is also comfortable since it is made of cotton/spandex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Denden &lt;/em&gt;tried two positions with our brown bear. &lt;strong&gt;Practicing&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S02MkY6R6q4/TxZpC76wG_I/AAAAAAAAC9Y/BWX7dNNbVp0/s1600/dens.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/-S02MkY6R6q4/TxZpC76wG_I/AAAAAAAAC9Y/BWX7dNNbVp0/s400/dens.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698857877648710642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048214677078502093-4646630582143563077?l=iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/feeds/4646630582143563077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048214677078502093.post-4488310466050189418</id><published>2012-01-18T14:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T14:15:51.350+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>I Won't Give Up</title><content type='html'>New song I like by Jason Mraz: I Won't Give Up. &lt;br /&gt;Video &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TdN5GyTl8K0"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I look into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;It's like watching the night sky&lt;br /&gt;Or a beautiful sunrise&lt;br /&gt;Well there's so much they hold&lt;br /&gt;And just like them old stars&lt;br /&gt;I see that you've come so far&lt;br /&gt;To be right where you are&lt;br /&gt;How old is your soul?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't give up on us&lt;br /&gt;Even if the skies get rough&lt;br /&gt;I'm giving you all my love&lt;br /&gt;I'm still looking up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you're needing your space&lt;br /&gt;To do some navigating&lt;br /&gt;I'll be here patiently waiting&lt;br /&gt;To see what you find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause even the stars they burn&lt;br /&gt;Some even fall to the earth&lt;br /&gt;We've got a lot to learn&lt;br /&gt;God knows we're worth it&lt;br /&gt;No, I won't give up&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be someone who walks away so easily&lt;br /&gt;I'm here to stay and make the difference that I can make&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our differences they do a lot to teach us how to use the tools and gifts&lt;br /&gt;We got yeah we got a lot at stake&lt;br /&gt;And in the end, you're still my friend at least we didn't tend&lt;br /&gt;For us to work we didn't break, we didn't burn&lt;br /&gt;We had to learn, how to bend without the world caving in&lt;br /&gt;I had to learn what I got, and what I'm not&lt;br /&gt;And who I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't give up on us&lt;br /&gt;Even if the skies get rough&lt;br /&gt;I'm giving you all my love&lt;br /&gt;I'm still looking up&lt;br /&gt;I'm still looking up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't give up on us&lt;br /&gt;God knows I'm tough, he knows&lt;br /&gt;We got a lot to learn&lt;br /&gt;God knows we're worth it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't give up on us&lt;br /&gt;Even if the skies get rough&lt;br /&gt;I'm giving you all my love&lt;br /&gt;I'm still looking up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048214677078502093-4488310466050189418?l=iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/feeds/4488310466050189418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-wont-give-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link 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term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>January 14: Eleventh Maternity Checkup @W34</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gDeo0HlVYHs/TxQf5MLPhNI/AAAAAAAAC9M/1QAAPxx5cvI/s1600/DSC_4364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gDeo0HlVYHs/TxQf5MLPhNI/AAAAAAAAC9M/1QAAPxx5cvI/s320/DSC_4364.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698214495911904466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We missed our maternity checkup last week thus, this is eleventh maternity checkup. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it was W34 already, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Dra. Evangelista &lt;/span&gt;ordered for a &lt;a href="http://www.babycenter.com/0_nonstress-test_1272943.bc?page=1"&gt;nonstress test&lt;/a&gt;.  Basically, it is a procedure to evaluate your baby's condition, ordered for high-risk pregnancies.  Fetal heartbeat is monitored in a given period of time, recording the times when the baby is both resting and moving.  Generally, baby's heart rate should go up when the baby's moving.  There is also a range to measure baby's movement, or contraction if any.  At this point of my pregnancy, baby should be actively moving but not to the point of a contraction.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The procedure was new to me but I've been reading up and I was looking forward to good results. My tummy was strapped to a monitor and I was asked to press a button every time I feel &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Euen &lt;/span&gt;move.  It took about thirty minutes and it was painless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tita Cel was happy with the results.  It was normal. &lt;br /&gt;Next week is an ultrasound week.  Yey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short talk with &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ikoy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Ikoy: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nuni, malapit na ang birthday ko! Pagkatapos ba ng birthday ko, lalabas na si Baby Euen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Oo!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;He's as excited for &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Euen's &lt;/span&gt;arrival as much as he is for his birthday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048214677078502093-8661263257739109369?l=iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/feeds/8661263257739109369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2012/01/january-14-eleventh-maternity-checkup.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/8661263257739109369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/8661263257739109369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2012/01/january-14-eleventh-maternity-checkup.html' title='January 14: Eleventh Maternity Checkup @W34'/><author><name>nuni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03769317038730988735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/STjlnFyo5dI/AAAAAAAAByM/IMIm-P2tNNg/S220/DSC_6592.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gDeo0HlVYHs/TxQf5MLPhNI/AAAAAAAAC9M/1QAAPxx5cvI/s72-c/DSC_4364.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048214677078502093.post-3275758544403095118</id><published>2012-01-13T16:08:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T15:24:02.882+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clothes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby wrap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gadgets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toys'/><title type='text'>Hand Me Downs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZxK76WmU7vA/Tw_nBXsvjuI/AAAAAAAAC8c/oaCun6at_1A/s1600/aves.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZxK76WmU7vA/Tw_nBXsvjuI/AAAAAAAAC8c/oaCun6at_1A/s200/aves.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697026064374533858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As I'm nearing towards the end of my pregnancy and as we await for the day that Euen finally arrives, we received a lot more of hand-me-down-baby-sutff, from relatives and relatives' friends (a.k.a. sisters' friends).  The first picture is a very cute and colorful zero to three month, strawberry and stripped set from &lt;em&gt;Baby Katka &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;Tita Aves&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Shashings' &lt;/em&gt;bestfriend.  Of course, the cute elephant bib is probably because &lt;em&gt;Shashing &lt;/em&gt;likes elephants. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have read somewhere that you shouldn't buy too much baby clothes, since babies would just outgrow them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tbtWyvYWngg/Tw_nJlZAICI/AAAAAAAAC8o/xCYdjJrL4vU/s1600/aa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tbtWyvYWngg/Tw_nJlZAICI/AAAAAAAAC8o/xCYdjJrL4vU/s200/aa.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697026205488783394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Since my bestfriend already gave me a whole wardrobe up to twenty four months (thanks to &lt;em&gt;Ate Annika &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;Kuya Alfons&lt;/em&gt;), I was able to stop myself from shopping and just bought these few items: 2 sleeveless onesies, 2 sleeved onesies, 2 newborn pajamas and 2 pairs of mittens. Euen received advanced Christmas gifts also, she had a few pairs of socks. Thanks to the &lt;em&gt;Santos family&lt;/em&gt;, our neighbor who's very thoughtful, and to &lt;em&gt;Tita Michelle,&lt;/em&gt; my cousin.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came hand-me-down clothes from newborn up to three months from &lt;em&gt;Tita Aa and Kuya Caleb&lt;/em&gt;.  Yes, the colors are blue and brown but they are still soooo cute, especially the onesies and body suits. More socks, mittens and hats as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-alEK70bJHk4/Tw_nPsTIqCI/AAAAAAAAC80/K2dUxRuU-b8/s1600/group2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-alEK70bJHk4/Tw_nPsTIqCI/AAAAAAAAC80/K2dUxRuU-b8/s320/group2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697026310422439970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A couple of months ago, &lt;em&gt;Tita Ina, Denden&lt;/em&gt;'s cousin from the US, left me a message at Facebook congratulating us and asking for &lt;em&gt;Euen's &lt;/em&gt;gender. She was hoping it was a girl so that she can send us all the baby stuff of her daughter, &lt;em&gt;Justine&lt;/em&gt;.  Baby stuff not only meant clothes but a lot more of baby things that we didn't have to buy.  &lt;br /&gt;1.  &lt;a href="http://www.boppy.com/build-a-boppy/?pillowType=complete"&gt;Boppy Pillow&lt;/a&gt; for nursing. &lt;br /&gt;2.  A diaper bag. Good to have an extra.&lt;br /&gt;3.  &lt;a href="http://www.fisher-price.com/fp.aspx?st=252002&amp;e=product&amp;pid=45089"&gt;Select a Show Soother&lt;/a&gt;, a soother with various sound choices with a projector.&lt;br /&gt;4.  A pile of bibs, from the smallest, cutest bibs up to toddler bibs.&lt;br /&gt;5.  More than 50 pairs of colorful socks. For newborn up to two years.&lt;br /&gt;6.  More baby accessories, hats, mittens, headbands.&lt;br /&gt;7.  A whole clothesline, from newborn to toddler: dresses, shirts, jeans, skirts, shorts, leggings. &lt;br /&gt;8.  Toys: teethers and &lt;a href="http://www.learningcurve.com/lamaze/product/detail/LC27024BR?locale=en_US"&gt;Freddie the Firefly&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  Four pairs of the tiniest and cutest shoes you'll ever see. &lt;br /&gt;10.  &lt;a href="http://parentsofinvention.com/ubw-product.htm"&gt;Baby Wrap&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Fisher-Price-Sounds-N-Lights-Monitor/dp/B0009T2CB2"&gt;Baby Monitor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.  And my most favorite of all, a portable playard, &lt;a href="http://www.gracobaby.com/Products/Pages/ProductDetails.aspx?ProductID=1761363"&gt; Pack 'n Play&lt;/a&gt;! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uUu9IuNfj9U/Tw_nVDENKGI/AAAAAAAAC9A/EIj7NoG2OO8/s1600/group1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 162px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uUu9IuNfj9U/Tw_nVDENKGI/AAAAAAAAC9A/EIj7NoG2OO8/s320/group1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697026402433181794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; With all the clothes, I don't think we'll need to buy clothes for Euen until she's two years old.  With all the baby stuff and baby gadgets we received, we are so blessed to have relatives and friends who'd graciously share their preloved baby stuff.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the bottom of our hearts and my tummy, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Denden, Euen &lt;/span&gt;and I are very grateful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048214677078502093-3275758544403095118?l=iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/feeds/3275758544403095118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2012/01/hand-me-downs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/3275758544403095118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/3275758544403095118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2012/01/hand-me-downs.html' title='Hand Me Downs'/><author><name>nuni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03769317038730988735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/STjlnFyo5dI/AAAAAAAAByM/IMIm-P2tNNg/S220/DSC_6592.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZxK76WmU7vA/Tw_nBXsvjuI/AAAAAAAAC8c/oaCun6at_1A/s72-c/aves.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048214677078502093.post-6662981351728761518</id><published>2012-01-04T10:52:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T13:50:36.364+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parties'/><title type='text'>Excited for Euen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YaEztvPaNPQ/TwO_QI9DO7I/AAAAAAAAC7g/MYOzOmJlPj0/s1600/shower%2Bbanner.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YaEztvPaNPQ/TwO_QI9DO7I/AAAAAAAAC7g/MYOzOmJlPj0/s200/shower%2Bbanner.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693604637928799154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy New Year! Here's my first blog entry for 2012, my surprise baby shower party.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sisters and my bestfriend planned for my "surprise" baby shower a few days after Christmas.  It was actually a surprise, except for some clues that left me wondering a bit.  But I am very thankful for the gesture.  While &lt;strong&gt;Shashing &lt;/strong&gt;kept me busy that forced them to get a foot spa while I get a pedicure, &lt;strong&gt;MamaCherub &lt;/strong&gt;made the colorful banner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ktJ9xhU18cI/TwPAMUn8e6I/AAAAAAAAC8E/D1c0RI_tamg/s1600/shower%2Bcake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ktJ9xhU18cI/TwPAMUn8e6I/AAAAAAAAC8E/D1c0RI_tamg/s200/shower%2Bcake.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693605671853652898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;Euen &lt;/strong&gt;received her first cake.  A baby shower cake made of diapers and lots and lots of baby stuff.  A labor of love, by my bestest best friend and &lt;strong&gt;Euen's &lt;/strong&gt;soon be &lt;strong&gt;Ninang Mama Bing&lt;/strong&gt;.  There were a lot of surprises when we "sliced" the cake piece by piece.  More baby essentials that she put inside.  A work of art filled with love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends and family came.  Everyone had their chance at the &lt;em&gt;Pinoy &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Henyo-Baby Shower mode&lt;/em&gt;. Fun. Fun. Fun.  It's still a few more weeks before baby &lt;em&gt;Euen &lt;/em&gt;finally comes out, but she can definitely feel the love of the people around her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2j1AsT6qT90/TwPZmB2YqZI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/KvHAM685Q_o/s1600/shower%2Bgroup.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2j1AsT6qT90/TwPZmB2YqZI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/KvHAM685Q_o/s320/shower%2Bgroup.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693633601281239442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048214677078502093-6662981351728761518?l=iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/feeds/6662981351728761518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2012/01/excited-for-euen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/6662981351728761518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/6662981351728761518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2012/01/excited-for-euen.html' title='Excited for Euen'/><author><name>nuni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03769317038730988735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/STjlnFyo5dI/AAAAAAAAByM/IMIm-P2tNNg/S220/DSC_6592.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YaEztvPaNPQ/TwO_QI9DO7I/AAAAAAAAC7g/MYOzOmJlPj0/s72-c/shower%2Bbanner.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048214677078502093.post-7528083624643177142</id><published>2011-12-29T15:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T23:08:59.986+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diabetes'/><title type='text'>December 29: Tenth Maternity Checkup @W32</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NZ9Fq6n6zLg/TwOmIF4KscI/AAAAAAAAC68/HzG8J8Guqoc/s1600/hamilo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NZ9Fq6n6zLg/TwOmIF4KscI/AAAAAAAAC68/HzG8J8Guqoc/s320/hamilo.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693577011873362370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will start the weekly visits to the OB this week. Just a quick update on other maternity checkups:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;November 19: Seventh Maternity Checkup @W26.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;FHB=154bpm.&lt;/em&gt; Found traces of protein in my urinalysis. Had to undergo urine culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;December 3: Eighth Maternity Checkup @W28.&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;em&gt;FHB=145bpm.&lt;/em&gt;  Was prescribed with antibiotics after getting urine culture results.  But no worries for baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;December 17: Ninth Maternity Checkup @W30.&lt;/strong&gt; Had a glimpse of our growing baby at the ultrasound. &lt;em&gt;Estimated weight is 1460 grams, HR=176bpm with Cephalic presentation. &lt;/em&gt; Sonologist said she's just in the right weight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this checkup, &lt;em&gt;FHB=157bpm&lt;/em&gt;.  Continue prenatal medication, blood sugar monitoring and insulin.  Was advised to monitor my blood pressure and weight gain. I have gained more than twenty pounds already. And I am actually heavier than &lt;strong&gt;Denden&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Haha&lt;/em&gt;!  At this point, it's just right.  I'll just have to watch out for sudden weight changes and a high blood pressure.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we are getting near the "&lt;strong&gt;big&lt;/strong&gt;" day, we have started discussing bits and bits of the birth plan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due, to &lt;strong&gt;Shashing's &lt;/strong&gt;request, we had a &lt;em&gt;December-cold weather-family-beach-outing &lt;/em&gt;before the check up. Thus the picture of me and baby on the beach.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048214677078502093-7528083624643177142?l=iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/feeds/7528083624643177142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/12/december-29-tenth-maternity-checkup-w32.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/7528083624643177142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/7528083624643177142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/12/december-29-tenth-maternity-checkup-w32.html' title='December 29: Tenth Maternity Checkup @W32'/><author><name>nuni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03769317038730988735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/STjlnFyo5dI/AAAAAAAAByM/IMIm-P2tNNg/S220/DSC_6592.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NZ9Fq6n6zLg/TwOmIF4KscI/AAAAAAAAC68/HzG8J8Guqoc/s72-c/hamilo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048214677078502093.post-4695899271349925232</id><published>2011-12-26T09:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T13:45:38.970+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Manila'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>2011 Holidays</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9lRThgexkRE/TwO3sLvheJI/AAAAAAAAC7I/JQMZKxsHNPo/s1600/nanay.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9lRThgexkRE/TwO3sLvheJI/AAAAAAAAC7I/JQMZKxsHNPo/s320/nanay.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693596323620681874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shashing &lt;/em&gt;is back in &lt;strong&gt;Manila&lt;/strong&gt;, just in time for &lt;em&gt;Christmas&lt;/em&gt;.  First stop, &lt;strong&gt;Nanay&lt;/strong&gt;'s birthday and our reunion with the &lt;strong&gt;Cunanan Family&lt;/strong&gt;.  Sadly, Nanay wasn't feeling well that time so she couldn't join us.  We just visited her at home and greeted her.  As for the reunion, everyone was happy finally seeing me with a big tummy.  My growing cousins were all excited to be called tito's and tita's soon enough.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As one family, we all gathered and prayed to thank Him for all the blessings and answered prayers in 2011. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5P-hfmVMIcw/TwO34oCwqqI/AAAAAAAAC7U/sqtLIQmaZzs/s1600/marcial.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5P-hfmVMIcw/TwO34oCwqqI/AAAAAAAAC7U/sqtLIQmaZzs/s320/marcial.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693596537375992482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chrismas day in La Loma means &lt;strong&gt;Tita's &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kare-kare&lt;/em&gt;, which means heaven.  She cooked &lt;em&gt;Sinigang na Salmon &lt;/em&gt;also which is equally heaven but more nutritious for me. There were new additions to our growing family this year, plus at least one more next year!  I can't wait when &lt;strong&gt;Euen &lt;/strong&gt;receives and opens her first Christmas gift from &lt;em&gt;Santa Deeday&lt;/em&gt; who gives the grandest gift to every &lt;strong&gt;Marcial &lt;/strong&gt;child and child at heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More little kids running around the house again, just like us when we were small.  Admiring the huge Christmas tree, snooping at the gifts under them. A new generation of the &lt;strong&gt;Marcial &lt;/strong&gt;clan is coming and growing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048214677078502093-4695899271349925232?l=iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/feeds/4695899271349925232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/12/2011-holidays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/4695899271349925232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/4695899271349925232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/12/2011-holidays.html' title='2011 Holidays'/><author><name>nuni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03769317038730988735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/STjlnFyo5dI/AAAAAAAAByM/IMIm-P2tNNg/S220/DSC_6592.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9lRThgexkRE/TwO3sLvheJI/AAAAAAAAC7I/JQMZKxsHNPo/s72-c/nanay.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048214677078502093.post-3991397867269475098</id><published>2011-12-20T09:38:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T23:51:27.498+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='appliance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laguna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gadgets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parties'/><title type='text'>Lucky Pregnant Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-In92rXCuIlQ/Tu_sbyZ1e2I/AAAAAAAAC6w/ZZEgR7TPWnM/s1600/HT-Z220_medium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-In92rXCuIlQ/Tu_sbyZ1e2I/AAAAAAAAC6w/ZZEgR7TPWnM/s400/HT-Z220_medium.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688024816522984290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say your luck increases when you're pregnant.  For the eight years that I've been attending our annual company Christmas Party, the most the I've won in the raffle is a  minor prize, a gift certificate for a few hundred bucks.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday was our Christmas Party. I already had a long day before the party.  The first half, I was in the working in the office, took the half day off because of my scheduled ultrasound.  We reached the hospital at 1pm and we were informed that the sonologist won't be in til 4pm.  So we decided to go to Sta. Rosa to shop around.  We were back before 4pm but the doctor came in at 5pm and we were finished past 6pm already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was actually having second thoughts attending the party since it was late already.  The only thing I'm interested in was the raffle.  But I was advised that it's okay to be late and I'm still eligible for the raffle. After two hours of traffic, I got to the venue. Had dinner, watched the presentations, sat and waited.  The minor prizes were raffled off but I didn't hear my name.  Waited for the first set of the band to be finished.  While everyone was dancing and I was just plain, watching. Then the last five major prizes were raffled off. The fifth, fourth, third... I took my bag and headed for the exit. For the second prize, my first name was called, I paused and waited for the surname, (since there were two Eunice's)... Yey! I won a &lt;a href="http://www.samsung.com/ph/consumer/tv-audio-video/home-theater/home-theater-system/HT-Z220T/XTC/index.idx?pagetype=prd_detail"&gt;Samsung DVD Home Theater System.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My driver for the whole day, a.k.a. &lt;em&gt;Denden &lt;/em&gt; said it was worth it.  &lt;em&gt;Euen &lt;/em&gt;indeed is our lucky charm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048214677078502093-3991397867269475098?l=iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/feeds/3991397867269475098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/12/lucky-pregnant-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/3991397867269475098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/3991397867269475098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/12/lucky-pregnant-me.html' title='Lucky Pregnant Me'/><author><name>nuni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03769317038730988735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/STjlnFyo5dI/AAAAAAAAByM/IMIm-P2tNNg/S220/DSC_6592.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-In92rXCuIlQ/Tu_sbyZ1e2I/AAAAAAAAC6w/ZZEgR7TPWnM/s72-c/HT-Z220_medium.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048214677078502093.post-6528927081689096689</id><published>2011-12-12T08:48:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T00:32:19.701+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clothes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nursery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toys'/><title type='text'>Putting up the Nursery: Part 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1fGov860Apw/Tu_jB14JkHI/AAAAAAAAC6k/IrqCxPgdK_g/s1600/DSC_3630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1fGov860Apw/Tu_jB14JkHI/AAAAAAAAC6k/IrqCxPgdK_g/s320/DSC_3630.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688014475174187122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's our criteria for the crib: 1. It has to be white. 2. It has to be convertible to toddler bed. 3. It should have a drop side for convenience when getting baby in and out of the crib.  We decided on &lt;a href="http://www.mothercare.com/Mothercare-Takeley-Dropside-Cot-White/dp/B003TEK6CQ"&gt;Mothercare's Takeley Cot&lt;/a&gt;.  A cot meant that it is smaller than the standrard American-sized cribs that we usually have. But we opted for this since there is limited space in our room.  Removing the side/s could convert it to a toddler bed, but we're thinking it will just be up to 4-5 years.  For the cheaper price, we figured it was okay to change beds after five years.  We had a small dilemma since the cot was continental size, mattresses were harder to find.  Good thing there's Ikea with continental sized mattresses, a &lt;em&gt;sister in Singapore &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;Kuya Shosh&lt;/em&gt; who shipped and handled the mattress with care. &lt;a href="http://www.ikea.com/sg/en/catalog/products/90166388/"&gt;Ikea's Vyssa Vackert&lt;/a&gt;, a mattress with durable pocket springs in a protective foam box.  The quilt was recently bought and specially selected by &lt;em&gt;Denden&lt;/em&gt; for two reasons: the butterflies and it's pink. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gdIN8VpEA3U/Tu_c0wZWUFI/AAAAAAAAC6M/oMpUgY8ummE/1600/annika%2Band%2Balfons.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gdIN8VpEA3U/Tu_c0wZWUFI/AAAAAAAAC6M/oMpUgY8ummE/s320/annika%2Band%2Balfons.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688007653294755922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Recent addition to baby Euen's nursery: From &lt;em&gt;Ate Annika and Kuya Alfons&lt;/em&gt;, a &lt;a href="http://www.fisher-price.com/fp.aspx?st=2002&amp;e=product&amp;pid=52494&amp;pcat=bgb"&gt;newborn to toddler portable baby rocker&lt;/a&gt;, hand-me-down clothes, from newborn to eighteen months (a whole wardrobe), &lt;a href="http://www.medelabreastfeedingus.com/products/breast-pumps/157/harmony-breastpump"&gt;Medela Manual Breast Pump&lt;/a&gt; and feeding bottles. I want to breastfeed, all, if not most of the time and I am hoping not to be able use the breast pump and the feeding bottles too much.  But it's good to have the bestest bestfriend who saved it all up for us, we won't have to buy these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b8ZNFTIcxVo/Tu_fyfoTvcI/AAAAAAAAC6Y/SD1-L2vsAJg/s1600/closet.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b8ZNFTIcxVo/Tu_fyfoTvcI/AAAAAAAAC6Y/SD1-L2vsAJg/s200/closet.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688010912969244098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lastly, we put drawers on the wardrobe cabinet for the baby clothes to be more organized. and we decorated with some stickers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is getting crowded in &lt;em&gt;Euen's &lt;/em&gt;room, literally bouncing and kicking, I can feel she's pretty excited too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048214677078502093-6528927081689096689?l=iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/feeds/6528927081689096689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/12/putting-up-nursery-part-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/6528927081689096689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/6528927081689096689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/12/putting-up-nursery-part-3.html' title='Putting up the Nursery: Part 3'/><author><name>nuni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03769317038730988735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/STjlnFyo5dI/AAAAAAAAByM/IMIm-P2tNNg/S220/DSC_6592.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1fGov860Apw/Tu_jB14JkHI/AAAAAAAAC6k/IrqCxPgdK_g/s72-c/DSC_3630.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048214677078502093.post-6615124571394282505</id><published>2011-12-06T09:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T09:58:47.225+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sister'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Having a sister...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yRz4B2NscJQ/Tt7GRQTcD4I/AAAAAAAAC6A/OD1xiq0uelU/s1600/photo%2B1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yRz4B2NscJQ/Tt7GRQTcD4I/AAAAAAAAC6A/OD1xiq0uelU/s320/photo%2B1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683197779524718466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happiness.  One of my all time favorite songs by Lea Salonga that goes, &lt;a href="http://www.metrolyrics.com/happiness-lyrics-lea-salonga.html"&gt;"Happiness is two kinds of ice cream...&lt;/a&gt;"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During a concert, Lea's brother edited it and added, &lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happiness is.. having a SISTER.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharing a sandwich&lt;br /&gt;Getting along&lt;br /&gt;Happiness is singing together when day is through&lt;br /&gt;And happiness is those who sing with you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, I have two of those.  Two sisters.  That means, twice the happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, one of my sisters is celebrating her birthday.  Eventhough she's far away and we can't hug her in person, something to look forward to is the thought that on her next birthday, she's going to be back here with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This line is especially for her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"...And happiness is coming home again."  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love you &lt;em&gt;Shashing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048214677078502093-6615124571394282505?l=iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/feeds/6615124571394282505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/12/having-sister.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/6615124571394282505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/6615124571394282505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/12/having-sister.html' title='Having a sister...'/><author><name>nuni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03769317038730988735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/STjlnFyo5dI/AAAAAAAAByM/IMIm-P2tNNg/S220/DSC_6592.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yRz4B2NscJQ/Tt7GRQTcD4I/AAAAAAAAC6A/OD1xiq0uelU/s72-c/photo%2B1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048214677078502093.post-7971524593916270644</id><published>2011-12-05T15:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T09:59:06.788+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sister'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coffee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Starbucks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='planner'/><title type='text'>Planner for 2012</title><content type='html'>Every December, I look forward for the annual &lt;a href="http://philippines.starbucks.com/en-US/_Merchandise+and+Gifts/Starbucks+Planner+2012.htm"&gt;Starbucks planner&lt;/a&gt;.  Since 2006, I have been collecting and using their planner.  I didn't mind drinking lots of coffee almost everyday.  It's not only for the planner, if I may say so.  With every drink comes a story, maybe a serious bonding, a personal talk or a light conversation, with smiles and laughter, with whomever you're with: loved ones, special friends and family.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8T3Xamb31ag/Tt2-AaCdJZI/AAAAAAAAC50/S_MBXMz1x8I/s1600/starbucks.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8T3Xamb31ag/Tt2-AaCdJZI/AAAAAAAAC50/S_MBXMz1x8I/s320/starbucks.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682907219010332050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This year is different. I have prohibited myself from drinking coffee for seven months now. And I cannot take in, too much sweets because I'm pregnant (and diabetic.).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, I have the bestest baby sister who &lt;a href="http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/11/ikoys-drawing-of-our-family.html"&gt;volunteered to get the planner for me&lt;/a&gt;.  She said she'll do it not only for me but also because of her first niece, &lt;em&gt;Euen&lt;/em&gt;.  And after nine Christmas drinks and eight regular drinks, I got my planner the other day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may have missed the stories from every drink. But there will definitely be an additional character to my 2012 Starbucks Planner. Thanks &lt;em&gt;MamaCherub&lt;/em&gt;. We love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048214677078502093-7971524593916270644?l=iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/feeds/7971524593916270644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/12/planner-for-2012.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/7971524593916270644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/7971524593916270644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/12/planner-for-2012.html' title='Planner for 2012'/><author><name>nuni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03769317038730988735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/STjlnFyo5dI/AAAAAAAAByM/IMIm-P2tNNg/S220/DSC_6592.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8T3Xamb31ag/Tt2-AaCdJZI/AAAAAAAAC50/S_MBXMz1x8I/s72-c/starbucks.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048214677078502093.post-9082625433543643030</id><published>2011-12-02T09:19:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T23:05:19.883+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stroller'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='car seat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Shipment from US</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DBmT4MpE22c/Ttgo-T-M_lI/AAAAAAAAC5A/edtPJWpIufo/s1600/car%2Bseat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 148px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DBmT4MpE22c/Ttgo-T-M_lI/AAAAAAAAC5A/edtPJWpIufo/s200/car%2Bseat.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681335980906053202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm on my 28th week now and I am giving a warm hello to the third and last trimester! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I got a treat, our orders from the US arrived in the Philippines the other day: the &lt;strong&gt;car seat, stroller and bassinet&lt;/strong&gt;!  And to celebrate, &lt;em&gt;Denden &lt;/em&gt;picked it up from the warehouse himself.  After all, it wasn't far from our house.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boxes were indeed big, especially the car seat. After careful inspection, it was as he expected it to be. Details can be found &lt;a href="http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/10/selecting-child-safety-seat.html"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;in my previous entry.  One excited daddy wants to install it in the car last night, I just forced him not too.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rRZb3BSQ3ps/Ttgqau1gp4I/AAAAAAAAC5M/Kex-NOPyBhQ/s1600/bassinet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 152px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rRZb3BSQ3ps/Ttgqau1gp4I/AAAAAAAAC5M/Kex-NOPyBhQ/s200/bassinet.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681337568665315202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  The &lt;a href="http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/10/choosing-baby-stroller.html"&gt;stroller and free bassinet &lt;/a&gt;were both lovely.  It looked bigger compared to the pictures.  And it looked very sturdy and durable.  There is a huge space underneath for all the stuff you'd like to bring.  &lt;em&gt;Yey &lt;/em&gt;for me who likes to bring &lt;em&gt;EVERYTHING&lt;/em&gt;.  I was happy with the reversibility, it wasn't hard changing from rear to front facing.  And I also liked the fact the we could change the stroller seat to the bassinet.  It wasn't hard doing that either.  The bassinet will be attached to the stroller for the first few months as intended.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_eudzIGOSX8/TtgwVOBWuwI/AAAAAAAAC5k/HEhYSG0Xtdg/s1600/stroller.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_eudzIGOSX8/TtgwVOBWuwI/AAAAAAAAC5k/HEhYSG0Xtdg/s320/stroller.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681344071027047170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanks to our &lt;em&gt;Ninang Rose &lt;/em&gt;who took care of the shipment from US.  Also, for the "&lt;em&gt;other stuff&lt;/em&gt;" inside the box.  Thanks to &lt;em&gt;Marose&lt;/em&gt; for the baby things she sent: toys, clothes and a pair of baby shoes for &lt;em&gt;Euen&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, it seemed that it wasn't only me and &lt;em&gt;Denden &lt;/em&gt;who's excited.  Little baby &lt;em&gt;Euen &lt;/em&gt;kept on moving and kicking inside my tummy while we were assembling.  &lt;em&gt;Just a little while now, my baby. It won't be long and you'll be here.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048214677078502093-9082625433543643030?l=iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/feeds/9082625433543643030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/12/shipment-from-us.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/9082625433543643030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/9082625433543643030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/12/shipment-from-us.html' title='Shipment from US'/><author><name>nuni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03769317038730988735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/STjlnFyo5dI/AAAAAAAAByM/IMIm-P2tNNg/S220/DSC_6592.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DBmT4MpE22c/Ttgo-T-M_lI/AAAAAAAAC5A/edtPJWpIufo/s72-c/car%2Bseat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048214677078502093.post-6297521421988573158</id><published>2011-11-21T15:03:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T15:40:15.701+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nursery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ikea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='furniture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='storage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Putting up the Nursery: Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dkTokwS7WEg/Tsn4B-Vdf7I/AAAAAAAAC4c/l8W4R34l9Wo/s1600/cabinet.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dkTokwS7WEg/Tsn4B-Vdf7I/AAAAAAAAC4c/l8W4R34l9Wo/s200/cabinet.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677341518073790386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Almost every night, we see to it that we go to &lt;em&gt;Euen's &lt;/em&gt;room. We would just look at it, think of what else would we need, arrange baby stuff and clean it even if it hasn't been touched by anyone but us.  Excited much?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend, we decided put a two-layer wall shelf to put the storage containers bought from &lt;strong&gt;Ikea &lt;/strong&gt;and other baby stuff that would need easy access.  So we devoted some time with the installation of the shelves. I had to call my very own handyman with his do-it-himself skills. With a little help from me.  We choose white shelves to go with the theme.  For the &lt;a href="http://www.ikea.com/sg/en/catalog/products/50169299/"&gt;Kusiner wall pockets&lt;/a&gt;, we just decided to use S-hooks underneath the grilles. &lt;em&gt;Denden &lt;/em&gt;said there's too much drilled holes already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you &lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Denden&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the finished products.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kXasE28IpWY/Tsn9nAyMHzI/AAAAAAAAC40/jS2v-pN13B0/s1600/nuni.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/-kXasE28IpWY/Tsn9nAyMHzI/AAAAAAAAC40/jS2v-pN13B0/s400/nuni.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677347651944455986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048214677078502093-6297521421988573158?l=iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/feeds/6297521421988573158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/11/putting-up-nursery-part-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/6297521421988573158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/6297521421988573158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/11/putting-up-nursery-part-2.html' title='Putting up the Nursery: Part 2'/><author><name>nuni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03769317038730988735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/STjlnFyo5dI/AAAAAAAAByM/IMIm-P2tNNg/S220/DSC_6592.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dkTokwS7WEg/Tsn4B-Vdf7I/AAAAAAAAC4c/l8W4R34l9Wo/s72-c/cabinet.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048214677078502093.post-7060980681602492143</id><published>2011-11-15T14:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T15:39:54.518+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sister'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gadgets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singapore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toys'/><title type='text'>Early Christmas Present</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZU20jv5C_Ak/Tsn1izMIO6I/AAAAAAAAC4Q/au7DIoM6zYU/s1600/overview_smartcover_gallery1_20111024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 101px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZU20jv5C_Ak/Tsn1izMIO6I/AAAAAAAAC4Q/au7DIoM6zYU/s200/overview_smartcover_gallery1_20111024.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677338783482657698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got an early Christmas gift from the bestest sisters in the whole world!&lt;br /&gt;Between the three of us, I am the only one without a MAC device: without &lt;a href="http://www.whatsapp.com/"&gt;Whatsapp &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/mac/facetime/"&gt;Facetime&lt;/a&gt;.  And since I didn't really want an Iphone, they decided to give me an &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/sg/ipad/"&gt;IPAD 2&lt;/a&gt; instead.  They figured I'd want the bigger screen to be able to play games and browse the net.  And with the two cameras and an HD videocamera, I'll be able to "document" &lt;em&gt;Euen &lt;/em&gt;easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you &lt;em&gt;Shashing &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;MamaCherub&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to &lt;em&gt;Bing&lt;/em&gt;, for the GST refund and bringing it here from Singapore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048214677078502093-7060980681602492143?l=iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/feeds/7060980681602492143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/11/early-christmas-present.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/7060980681602492143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/7060980681602492143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/11/early-christmas-present.html' title='Early Christmas Present'/><author><name>nuni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03769317038730988735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/STjlnFyo5dI/AAAAAAAAByM/IMIm-P2tNNg/S220/DSC_6592.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZU20jv5C_Ak/Tsn1izMIO6I/AAAAAAAAC4Q/au7DIoM6zYU/s72-c/overview_smartcover_gallery1_20111024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048214677078502093.post-1310232913609210399</id><published>2011-11-14T14:04:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T16:37:15.707+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nuni likes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='euen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ikoy'/><title type='text'>Ikoy's Drawing of our Family</title><content type='html'>My sister got her &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://philippines.starbucks.com/en-US/"&gt;Starbucks &lt;/a&gt;organizer &lt;/em&gt;early.  She had too because she promised she'll be the one to collect stickers for me since I am avoiding caffeine and sweets this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked &lt;em&gt;Ikoy &lt;/em&gt;to draw a picture of our family on the first page of the Starbucks Planner.  Here is his masterpiece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-snqK7pQK6j8/Tsnqf8lhXfI/AAAAAAAAC34/GdE1snrGx8Y/s1600/ikoy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-snqK7pQK6j8/Tsnqf8lhXfI/AAAAAAAAC34/GdE1snrGx8Y/s320/ikoy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677326639837568498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Papa's &lt;/em&gt;frowning.&lt;br /&gt;- His drawing of himself is sooo cute.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Shashing &lt;/em&gt;is a princess with a crown and a nice stripped stockings. He said because she's thin and pretty.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;KS &lt;/em&gt;is just the way we imagine KS.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Denden &lt;/em&gt;just had his &lt;em&gt;usual-bald-haircut &lt;/em&gt;then, thus the dots on his hair.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Bamba &lt;/em&gt;is carrying &lt;em&gt;Mama Cherub&lt;/em&gt;.  We told him we were jealous of how he drew &lt;em&gt;Shashing&lt;/em&gt; and our faces just looked like the faces of the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Angry_Birds"&gt;Angry Birds&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;- Can you imagine what I look like? He said, it wasn't only me, I had a big tummy that's why he drew me like that and because &lt;em&gt;Baby Eu&lt;/em&gt;en is inside my tummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how he imagined our family. And I love that he considers &lt;em&gt;Euen&lt;/em&gt; a part of our family already.  That's is why I so love this little boy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048214677078502093-1310232913609210399?l=iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/feeds/1310232913609210399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/11/ikoys-drawing-of-our-family.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/1310232913609210399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/1310232913609210399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/11/ikoys-drawing-of-our-family.html' title='Ikoy&apos;s Drawing of our Family'/><author><name>nuni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03769317038730988735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/STjlnFyo5dI/AAAAAAAAByM/IMIm-P2tNNg/S220/DSC_6592.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-snqK7pQK6j8/Tsnqf8lhXfI/AAAAAAAAC34/GdE1snrGx8Y/s72-c/ikoy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048214677078502093.post-7293835919363754657</id><published>2011-11-11T14:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T16:35:59.902+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nursery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='furniture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='storage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Putting up the Nursery: Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tfMb0pzQqwU/TrzM3pVH6FI/AAAAAAAAC3s/TBZCcoCSsOc/s1600/lock.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tfMb0pzQqwU/TrzM3pVH6FI/AAAAAAAAC3s/TBZCcoCSsOc/s320/lock.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673634886939306066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been looking and looking everywhere but we couldn't find the right furniture to store &lt;em&gt;baby Euen &lt;/em&gt;clothes.  Since we're eyeing on a white-colored baby cot, we wanted to match it with a white-colored chest drawer.  We've looked everywhere but we couldn't find one. Could it be that the furniture makers didn't want to make white ones because it easily gets dirty?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were looking into having it custom made but we actually found this one on sale  last weekend.  The Lock &amp; Lock InPlus &lt;a href="http://www.locknlockplace.com/servlet/-strse-2260/Lock%26Lock-InPlus-Story-Box%2C/Detail"&gt;Kid's Storage Box&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;It passed my requirement with it's white frame, and we just picked nice colors for the drawers. We choose biggest, one with six drawer boxes with covers.  We picked smaller boxes because we wouldn't want it too deep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One might think that it's too small and will not be enough with all the baby clothes and stuff.  Yes it is, but this is just the storage for the clothes that are often used and needs immediate access.  There is a built-in closet in the room adjacent to &lt;em&gt;Euen's &lt;/em&gt;room, to put the extra towels, beddings, diapers and all the other clothes.  When she gets bigger, the InPlus Storage box could be a storage for her toys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One excited soon-to-be dad couldn't wait either.  He had it assembled right away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048214677078502093-7293835919363754657?l=iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/feeds/7293835919363754657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/11/putting-up-nursery-part-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/7293835919363754657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/7293835919363754657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/11/putting-up-nursery-part-1.html' title='Putting up the Nursery: Part 1'/><author><name>nuni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03769317038730988735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/STjlnFyo5dI/AAAAAAAAByM/IMIm-P2tNNg/S220/DSC_6592.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tfMb0pzQqwU/TrzM3pVH6FI/AAAAAAAAC3s/TBZCcoCSsOc/s72-c/lock.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048214677078502093.post-8630377818210090161</id><published>2011-11-10T13:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T14:39:49.642+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ikea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='furniture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Ikea Baby Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JK36K_D23SM/Try4805gsLI/AAAAAAAAC3U/8-d3XApPj5Y/s1600/ikea.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JK36K_D23SM/Try4805gsLI/AAAAAAAAC3U/8-d3XApPj5Y/s320/ikea.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673612985711505586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a list of what I wanted to buy at &lt;a href="http://www.ikea.com/sg/"&gt;Ikea &lt;/a&gt;for baby. And I gave it to my sister. I didn't expect that she'd buy it all, all the more, bring it all home during their last trip.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-A few bath towels and a sleeping bag.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Highchair, &lt;a href="http://www.ikea.com/sg/en/catalog/products/40157918/"&gt;Antilop &lt;/a&gt;with the tray and the cushion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;a href="http://www.ikea.com/sg/en/catalog/products/00072884/"&gt;Ceiling lamp&lt;/a&gt; for baby's room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;a href="http://www.ikea.com/sg/en/catalog/products/00174670/"&gt;Spoling &lt;/a&gt;foldable changing table that turned out to be free. Thanks to &lt;em&gt;Shashing and Kuya Shosh&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a short list but it was bulky. &lt;em&gt;Baby Euen's &lt;/em&gt;very lucky and very much &lt;strong&gt;loved&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qw0nnwRsX9w/Try-NzhID3I/AAAAAAAAC3g/r_J7V0GS_zc/s1600/ikea2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qw0nnwRsX9w/Try-NzhID3I/AAAAAAAAC3g/r_J7V0GS_zc/s320/ikea2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673618774956707698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Here's how it looks like when unfolded. We opted for this because it's easy to stow away when not in use.  We needed the space for the nursery. I liked the many storage pockets underneath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the photo are some of the small storage / decors bought during our &lt;a href="http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/09/sisters-day-out.html"&gt;last trip to Singapore &lt;/a&gt;also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very excited as we've started to arrange baby's room already. I CAN'T WAIT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048214677078502093-8630377818210090161?l=iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/feeds/8630377818210090161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/11/ikea-baby-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/8630377818210090161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/8630377818210090161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/11/ikea-baby-things.html' title='Ikea Baby Things'/><author><name>nuni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03769317038730988735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/STjlnFyo5dI/AAAAAAAAByM/IMIm-P2tNNg/S220/DSC_6592.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JK36K_D23SM/Try4805gsLI/AAAAAAAAC3U/8-d3XApPj5Y/s72-c/ikea.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048214677078502093.post-2393478323752609237</id><published>2011-11-07T12:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T16:35:36.163+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grandparents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Visiting Nanay Norma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9rbpH0O5Jhc/Tri_3fccSfI/AAAAAAAAC3I/B72fia7eR54/s1600/Shoshashing%2Bin%2Bmanila%2B%252811%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9rbpH0O5Jhc/Tri_3fccSfI/AAAAAAAAC3I/B72fia7eR54/s320/Shoshashing%2Bin%2Bmanila%2B%252811%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672494690727643634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once a month, at least one of us, me or any of my sisters, get to visit mommy's mommy, &lt;em&gt;Nanay Norma&lt;/em&gt;.  There are times that she's sad because of her worries but there are times that she'll welcome you with a smile and you know that she's happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to keep her on the loop with what's going on with my life even through just phone conversations.  When I told her the news of my pregnancy, she's one of those who prayed and who's still and always praying for baby's health and safety.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We visited her over the weekend thus the picture of her sitting on her &lt;a href="http://www.ikea.com/sg/en/catalog/products/90160720/"&gt;Pello&lt;/a&gt;, our gift to her last Christmas, holding my tummy.  She too, can't wait to meet her great grandaughter.   &lt;em&gt;Nanay &lt;/em&gt;is happy that day, and we're happy and she's happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048214677078502093-2393478323752609237?l=iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/feeds/2393478323752609237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/11/visiting-nanay-norma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/2393478323752609237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/2393478323752609237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/11/visiting-nanay-norma.html' title='Visiting Nanay Norma'/><author><name>nuni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03769317038730988735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/STjlnFyo5dI/AAAAAAAAByM/IMIm-P2tNNg/S220/DSC_6592.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9rbpH0O5Jhc/Tri_3fccSfI/AAAAAAAAC3I/B72fia7eR54/s72-c/Shoshashing%2Bin%2Bmanila%2B%252811%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048214677078502093.post-919399223910940865</id><published>2011-11-06T11:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T12:00:04.954+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>It's Beginning to Look a Lot like Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I8JDsaIhxDI/TrimnSD33mI/AAAAAAAAC28/UhMk8BOSP7c/s1600/Shoshashing%2Bin%2Bmanila%2B%25288%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I8JDsaIhxDI/TrimnSD33mI/AAAAAAAAC28/UhMk8BOSP7c/s320/Shoshashing%2Bin%2Bmanila%2B%25288%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672466924466331234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kuya Shosh and Shashing&lt;/em&gt; were both here for the long weekend and of course, &lt;em&gt;Papa and Ikoy &lt;/em&gt;were both happy to be able to spend time with them. Since it was just a short trip and they have other engagements, we spent most of the time at their house, putting up the Christmas tree, and going out for dinners. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A huge lighted Christmas tree welcomed us at this mall, thus the picture with a silhouette of the me with a bulging tummy, a hubby carrying a bag and a little boy.  Indeed says that Christmas is in the air!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048214677078502093-919399223910940865?l=iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/feeds/919399223910940865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/11/its-beginning-to-look-lot-like.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/919399223910940865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/919399223910940865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/11/its-beginning-to-look-lot-like.html' title='It&apos;s Beginning to Look a Lot like Christmas'/><author><name>nuni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03769317038730988735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/STjlnFyo5dI/AAAAAAAAByM/IMIm-P2tNNg/S220/DSC_6592.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I8JDsaIhxDI/TrimnSD33mI/AAAAAAAAC28/UhMk8BOSP7c/s72-c/Shoshashing%2Bin%2Bmanila%2B%25288%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048214677078502093.post-71005181628340815</id><published>2011-11-01T10:42:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T16:36:33.730+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='euen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ikoy'/><title type='text'>Excitement of the Little Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z5wmynVp_Jo/TriXdsn316I/AAAAAAAAC2w/dUSrVUFFZnw/s1600/Kiss%2Bwith%2Bamoy%2B%25283%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z5wmynVp_Jo/TriXdsn316I/AAAAAAAAC2w/dUSrVUFFZnw/s320/Kiss%2Bwith%2Bamoy%2B%25283%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672450267123537826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every weekend, he looks at my tummy and notices that it is growing bigger.  And every weekend, he asks me when is baby coming out.  He's as excited as we all are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ikoy: Nuni, kelan ba lalabas si baby Euen?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Onting matagal pa.&lt;br /&gt;Ikoy: Sa Christmas ba lalabas na sya?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hindi pa! Excited ka naman masyado.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were at a baby shop and I heard him shout my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ikoy: Nuni, alika dito, may papakita ako.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He pulled me over to the baby dresses. And pointed on a pink one-piece dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ikoy: Bibili ko ito para sa baby mo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from talking to my tummy once in a while, he also wants to have his share of "feeling" baby. He puts his small hand in my tummy and waits until baby moves.  He'll say he feels baby even if he's just guessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a picture of Ikoy giving baby Euen a "&lt;em&gt;kiss with amoy&lt;/em&gt;".  And here's how my tummy looks like at &lt;strong&gt;24 weeks&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048214677078502093-71005181628340815?l=iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/feeds/71005181628340815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/11/adventures-of-ikoy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/71005181628340815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/71005181628340815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/11/adventures-of-ikoy.html' title='Excitement of the Little Boy'/><author><name>nuni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03769317038730988735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/STjlnFyo5dI/AAAAAAAAByM/IMIm-P2tNNg/S220/DSC_6592.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z5wmynVp_Jo/TriXdsn316I/AAAAAAAAC2w/dUSrVUFFZnw/s72-c/Kiss%2Bwith%2Bamoy%2B%25283%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048214677078502093.post-5131948861858564589</id><published>2011-10-25T10:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T15:58:07.894+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='car seat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Selecting a Child Safety Seat</title><content type='html'>We decided that our baby will be riding in a child safety seat while travelling starting from the time that she will be brought home from the hospital. There is no law in the Philippines requiring babies/toddlers to be secured in a car seat but research has proven that it is truly the safer way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are traditionally 4 common types of car seats. &lt;br /&gt;1. Infant Car seats. Rear facing and fits new born babies, 6 months to 1 year old depending on the weight and height of the baby. Weight limit: 4 to 22-35 lbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Convertible Car Seats. Both rear facing and forward facing options. Once the toddler is big enough, the seat can be installed forward facing. Weight limit: rear facing 5 to 30-45 lbs and forward facing 20-80 lbs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Combination Car Seats. Forward facing only and can be used also as high back booster seats. Weight limit: 20-90 lbs in harness mode and 30-120 lbs when used as high back booster. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Booster Car Seats. Forward facing only and doesn’t have a harness of it’s own. It is normally used to help position the vehicle seat belt correctly on the lap and shoulder of the toddler. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rear facing seats are still the safest and safety advocates are suggesting that children be rear facing for as long as possible. This is because during a crash the force is distributed towards the whole seatback of the car seat instead of just the harness. It also protects the delicate neck and spine of a child that is still developing.  Here's an informative video &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sssIsceKd6U"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since there are convertible car seats that can accommodate a newborn as well, we decided to skip the infant car seat and get a convertible car seat. Almost all of the car seats in the local market has a weight limit of 40 lbs and most have short shells. Our baby might outgrow the seat by height instead of weight, not to mention that the good brands are priced in the five digit range. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sbJm1lWoaNI/TqUYX4cXP9I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/AyIyO1z6BBA/s1600/Triumph%2B65%2BCocoa%2BFizz.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666962504683044818 style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sbJm1lWoaNI/TqUYX4cXP9I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/AyIyO1z6BBA/s320/Triumph%2B65%2BCocoa%2BFizz.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; We again went to the online shopping route and we got an &lt;a href="http://www.evenflo.com/product.aspx?id=317&amp;pfid=3713"&gt;Evenflo Triumph 65 LX &lt;/a&gt;convertible car seat for USD118.99 from &lt;a href="http://www.albeebaby.com/evenflo-triumph-65-lx-convertible-car-seat-cocoa-fizz.html"&gt;Albeebaby&lt;/a&gt;.  It can accommodate 5-40 lbs rear facing and 20-65 lbs forward facing. It has a non-rethread harness height adjustment and a knob adjuster for harness tightness. It is one of the more compact installing convertible car seat that would install well in our compact car based on research from the &lt;a href="http://www.car-seat.org/"&gt;car-seat.org &lt;/a&gt;website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mission accomlished for &lt;em&gt;Denden&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Now, we just have to wait for the shipping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048214677078502093-5131948861858564589?l=iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=f6e98266a5127cce&amp;type=video/mp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/feeds/5131948861858564589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/10/selecting-child-safety-seat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/5131948861858564589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/5131948861858564589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/10/selecting-child-safety-seat.html' title='Selecting a Child Safety Seat'/><author><name>nuni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03769317038730988735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/STjlnFyo5dI/AAAAAAAAByM/IMIm-P2tNNg/S220/DSC_6592.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sbJm1lWoaNI/TqUYX4cXP9I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/AyIyO1z6BBA/s72-c/Triumph%2B65%2BCocoa%2BFizz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048214677078502093.post-8326770390334541236</id><published>2011-10-24T11:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T00:34:15.690+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stroller'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Choosing the Baby Stroller</title><content type='html'>I only requested for one thing for the baby stroller, I wanted it to be reversible, meaning I could have the option of the baby facing me when I'm pushing, unlike what we typically see.  That's my only specification.  I let hubby do the research.  I was hesitant into buying a stroller outside of the country but I just let him decide.  After weeks and weeks of going to various baby shops, asking for a demo on the strollers, and after nights and nights of searching the web, joining forums and reading reviews, he finally found the right one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, below is his first official contribution to my blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We never knew that choosing a stroller could be so daunting and confusing.  There is never a one perfect stroller that fits all your wants and needs.  Here is a shortlist of our requirements combined: &lt;br /&gt;1. It should be reversible, baby should have the option to face parent or the world.&lt;br /&gt;2. It should be usable from birth.&lt;br /&gt;3. It should be sturdy, even if you hang a diaper bag on the handle bars, it won't topple backwards.&lt;br /&gt;4. It should have a reputable brand, for the tried and tested quality.&lt;br /&gt;5. It should have an easy and compact fold, to fit in the car's trunk considering there are other items on the trunk.&lt;br /&gt;6. Over and above all of these, it should be reasonably priced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We scouted local stores for strollers that would meet our needs but found that there are only a few models that would suit our requirements. These are the &lt;a href="http://www.inglesina.com/en/collection/strollers/zippy-free-2011"&gt;Inglesina Zippy Free&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.mothercare.com/philippines-asia-international-stores-Other-pages/b/61282031"&gt;Mothercare&lt;/a&gt;,  the &lt;a href="http://www.bugaboo.com/learn/bugaboo-bee?id=6010"&gt;Bugaboo Bee &lt;/a&gt;at &lt;a href="http://www.hobbesandlandes.com/"&gt;Hobbes and Landes&lt;/a&gt;, the &lt;a href="http://www.quinny.com/ot-en/strollers/urban-use/buzz-3"&gt;Quinny Buzz &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://www.quinny.com/gb-en/strollers/quick-use/Zapp-Xtra"&gt;Quinny Zapp Extra &lt;/a&gt;at &lt;a href="http://www.babycompany.com.ph/babyco/index.php"&gt;Baby Company&lt;/a&gt;. But these strollers are too pricey and so we then decided to explore further and found out that there are lots of choices for reversible strollers in the US and they are actually &lt;strong&gt;cheaper&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What worries us is that the stroller can't be inspected before being shipped to the Philippines.  But our &lt;em&gt;Ninang Rose &lt;/em&gt;who resides in LA was generous enough to let us have the items shipped to her house so the items can be checked before shipping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jDN3kPYKw6E/TqTdI9fZQcI/AAAAAAAAC2E/xbLV4j-JHgg/s1600/Picture1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jDN3kPYKw6E/TqTdI9fZQcI/AAAAAAAAC2E/xbLV4j-JHgg/s320/Picture1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666897377153860034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We are initially eyeing on the &lt;a href="http://us.pegperego.com/babyproducts-catalog/2011/Pliko+Switch+Compact"&gt;Pliko Switch &lt;/a&gt;at &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/"&gt;Amazon&lt;/a&gt; or the &lt;a href="http://uppababy.com/products/product.php?id=120"&gt;Uppababy Vista &lt;/a&gt;in Maya color since it was on sale at &lt;a href="http://www.pishposhbaby.com/"&gt;PishPoshBaby&lt;/a&gt;.  But, it's a good thing that we held off purchasing because a better deal just happen to came along!  It was the &lt;a href="http://www.britaxusa.com/promotions/b-ready-free-ride-event"&gt;Britax B Ready Free Ride promo&lt;/a&gt;.  The B Ready is more versatile compared to the Pliko Switch, at the same price.  And, it has the same functionality with the Uppababy Vista but the B Ready is cheaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sNrY5hdRPNc/To0_dTWrIhI/AAAAAAAAC0o/6lfyhFatTEM/s1600/FREE-RIDE-USA-PromoPage-Sep2011-Twilight%25281%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sNrY5hdRPNc/To0_dTWrIhI/AAAAAAAAC0o/6lfyhFatTEM/s320/FREE-RIDE-USA-PromoPage-Sep2011-Twilight%25281%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660250079318712850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j3dkRtNnrys/To1QOv_XrCI/AAAAAAAAC1Q/OrAMmH3l9LY/s1600/britax-stroller-bassinet-75-5fc-l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 142px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j3dkRtNnrys/To1QOv_XrCI/AAAAAAAAC1Q/OrAMmH3l9LY/s200/britax-stroller-bassinet-75-5fc-l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660268521005231138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Simply put, buy a Britax B Ready stroller and get a free infant car seat or second seat or bassinet. We opted for a free bassinet since we plan on getting a convertible car seat that could be used from newborn to toddler and we don't need the second seat (&lt;strong&gt;at this time&lt;/strong&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="http://www.britaxusa.com/strollers/b-ready"&gt;Britax B Ready &lt;/a&gt;is a single stroller.  The seat can be reversed and the stroller can be converted to a double stroller with the addition of a second seat. The B-Ready's balance is extremely good that several reviews mentions that a second child can climb in the second seat without the stroller toppling over.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gq7KDKkQkd8/To1Aihk-bcI/AAAAAAAAC04/wS3Hh1r0_T4/s1600/Britax%2BB%2BReady.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gq7KDKkQkd8/To1Aihk-bcI/AAAAAAAAC04/wS3Hh1r0_T4/s320/Britax%2BB%2BReady.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660251268547767746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All in all there are 14 possible configurations.  The basket is spacious and it has a high seating position for the baby.  Safety harness is easy to adjust.  It can be pushed with one hand since the handle is one piece; plus the handle height is adjustable so that a tall or short person can push comfortably. It has all-wheel suspension and the Britax's brake system is one touch.  It is a full size stroller so the fold isn't too compact compared to the umbrella stroller. When folded, it is wider but it is shorter. And the wheels can be detached if there is really a need for space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got ours from &lt;a href="http://www.wayfair.com/"&gt;Wayfair.&lt;/a&gt;  They have the stroller on sale on top of the free ride promo.  So for USD379.99 (roughly Php16.6K), we got the stroller that best suits most of our requirements, with a free bassinet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good job &lt;em&gt;Denden&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048214677078502093-8326770390334541236?l=iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/feeds/8326770390334541236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/10/choosing-baby-stroller.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/8326770390334541236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/8326770390334541236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/10/choosing-baby-stroller.html' title='Choosing the Baby Stroller'/><author><name>nuni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03769317038730988735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/STjlnFyo5dI/AAAAAAAAByM/IMIm-P2tNNg/S220/DSC_6592.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jDN3kPYKw6E/TqTdI9fZQcI/AAAAAAAAC2E/xbLV4j-JHgg/s72-c/Picture1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048214677078502093.post-8472919637516149761</id><published>2011-10-23T11:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T16:37:45.482+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bestfriend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to my Bestest Bestfriend in the Whole World</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--ApGf3ObMIc/TqTVpgt5EaI/AAAAAAAAC14/Jhk6BG4FuYU/s1600/friendster9.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/--ApGf3ObMIc/TqTVpgt5EaI/AAAAAAAAC14/Jhk6BG4FuYU/s320/friendster9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666889140272697762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not everybody finds their soulmate.  &lt;br /&gt;But I am one of the lucky ones to have been given the privilege.&lt;br /&gt;I found you.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tried and tested&lt;/strong&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gravity &lt;/em&gt;defied.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Time &lt;/em&gt;challenged.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Space&lt;/em&gt; ignored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Distance&lt;/em&gt; defeated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that have always kept us and will always keep us in this sisterhood of friendship: &lt;strong&gt;L-O-V-E.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to the day when &lt;em&gt;Annika&lt;/em&gt; becomes baby's bestest best friend.  While &lt;em&gt;Alfons&lt;/em&gt; becomes baby's boyfriend.  As you said, like &lt;em&gt;Monica-Rachel-Ross &lt;/em&gt;in &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0108778/"&gt;Friends&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048214677078502093-8472919637516149761?l=iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/feeds/8472919637516149761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/10/happy-birthday-to-my-bestest-bestfriend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/8472919637516149761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/8472919637516149761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/10/happy-birthday-to-my-bestest-bestfriend.html' title='Happy Birthday to my Bestest Bestfriend in the Whole World'/><author><name>nuni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03769317038730988735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/STjlnFyo5dI/AAAAAAAAByM/IMIm-P2tNNg/S220/DSC_6592.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--ApGf3ObMIc/TqTVpgt5EaI/AAAAAAAAC14/Jhk6BG4FuYU/s72-c/friendster9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048214677078502093.post-7703721386410650972</id><published>2011-10-22T10:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T10:53:08.332+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>October 22: Sixth Maternity Checkup @W22</title><content type='html'>A quick update on the other two check-ups:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;August 23: Fouth Maternity Checkup @WW14&lt;/strong&gt;.  &lt;em&gt;Tita Cel&lt;/em&gt; just checked on baby and we got clearance to ride the airplane to &lt;a href="http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/09/sisters-day-out.html"&gt;visit &lt;em&gt;Sister in Singapore&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yey&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;September 24: Fifth Maternity Checkup @WW18&lt;/strong&gt;.  Somehow hoped that this is ultrasound day but it was postponed for next month.  But it is always nice to hear baby's heart beating.  Additional prenatal vitamins were prescribed: extra calcium and extra iron because my RBC count is a little low.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was both &lt;em&gt;excited&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;nervous&lt;/strong&gt; for the &lt;a href="http://www.babycenter.com.ph/pregnancy/antenatalhealth/scans/secondtrimesterscans/"&gt;congenital anomaly scan.&lt;/a&gt;  More than finally finding out baby's gender, I needed to hear that she's healthy and perfectly fine.  We had it done at &lt;a href="http://www.inmywomb.com/"&gt;In My Womb at Taguig&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wi1VQEOXvUI/TqTNLRVVOYI/AAAAAAAAC1g/ap5uP0GNpF8/s1600/babygirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 194px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wi1VQEOXvUI/TqTNLRVVOYI/AAAAAAAAC1g/ap5uP0GNpF8/s200/babygirl.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666879824654055810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because of the complete attendance during the scan: &lt;em&gt;Papogs, Shashing, Mamacherub, Bamba &lt;/em&gt;and the talkative little &lt;em&gt;boy&lt;/em&gt; with the "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Asan? Di ko kita si baby p!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, and the friendly and reassuring words of the OB-Sonologist, my fears were brushed aside and immediately replaced with pure &lt;strong&gt;joy&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten fingers, ten toes, nose, lips and eye lens seen and normal. Other organs were seen as well. &lt;em&gt;Baby is 517 grams with heartbeat at 152 beats per minute.&lt;/em&gt;  The doctor describes to us what she sees and tells us that everything is as it should be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for baby's gender, at first, due to baby's position and movement, the doctor wasn't too sure, but near the end of the scan, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SHE finally revealed herself. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Papogs&lt;/em&gt; didn't want to believe and asked the doctor if she was already sure. &lt;strong&gt;Hahaha&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a glimpse of our angel in 4D but she's shy and she kept on covering her face with her two hands.  After almost an hour, the scan was finished and everything I heard were music to my ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we brought the results to &lt;em&gt;Tita Cel &lt;/em&gt;and she was happy with the results as well.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't thank &lt;strong&gt;Him&lt;/strong&gt; enough for this little life that &lt;strong&gt;He&lt;/strong&gt; entrusted to us. And for my little babygirl, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't wait to see you, and touch you, and love you more. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048214677078502093-7703721386410650972?l=iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/feeds/7703721386410650972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/10/october-22-sixth-maternity-checkup-w22.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/7703721386410650972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/7703721386410650972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/10/october-22-sixth-maternity-checkup-w22.html' title='October 22: Sixth Maternity Checkup @W22'/><author><name>nuni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03769317038730988735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/STjlnFyo5dI/AAAAAAAAByM/IMIm-P2tNNg/S220/DSC_6592.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wi1VQEOXvUI/TqTNLRVVOYI/AAAAAAAAC1g/ap5uP0GNpF8/s72-c/babygirl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048214677078502093.post-8171104081188343139</id><published>2011-10-18T10:30:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T13:58:41.261+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mommy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Seeing Baby Move</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3dpregnancy.parentsconnect.com/calendar/22-weeks-pregnant.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.3dpregnancy.com/en/2D/200/22-weeks-pregnant.jpg" alt="22 Weeks Pregnant" style="border: 1px solid #444444;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3dpregnancy.parentsconnect.com/calendar/22-weeks-pregnant.html"&gt;22 Weeks Pregnant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on my 22nd week and that is more than half way though the pregnancy.  &lt;br /&gt;The past weeks, I have been feeling some movement on my tummy but I wasn't sure yet if that's the baby or something else.  Described on my &lt;a href="http://www.whattoexpect.com/pregnancy/ask-heidi/week-21/baby-movements.aspx"&gt;pregnancy bible&lt;/a&gt;, fetal movement can be any of the following: flutters, butterfly wings flapping, gas bubbles, growling stomach, twitches, light tapping, like a little fish swimming.  I've had all those and I've been calling hubby, putting his hand on my tummy but he hasn't really felt it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, all set up in bed, I felt a strong movement on my tummy. What I did, I called hubby, rolled up my shirt and told him to look at the part of my tummy where I felt the movement. We stared a few seconds, recognizing my normal breathing movement and &lt;strong&gt;there it was&lt;/strong&gt;! A sharp bulge on a small part of my tummy!  It was like a very sharp kick from a little foot, or a very strong push from a small hand. We were both &lt;em&gt;in shock, in awe, and my heart jumped with joy&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pure happYness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I remembered, today marks ten years since we last saw &lt;em&gt;Mommy Rose&lt;/em&gt;.  And somehow, it made me even happier with the thought that it was her making baby move last night.  To make me feel them &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;both&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048214677078502093-8171104081188343139?l=iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/feeds/8171104081188343139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/10/22-weeks-pregnant-im-on-my-22nd-week.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/8171104081188343139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/8171104081188343139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/10/22-weeks-pregnant-im-on-my-22nd-week.html' title='Seeing Baby Move'/><author><name>nuni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03769317038730988735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/STjlnFyo5dI/AAAAAAAAByM/IMIm-P2tNNg/S220/DSC_6592.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048214677078502093.post-4725630614553744573</id><published>2011-10-08T11:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T11:30:42.164+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><title type='text'>Yoquito Turns 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6Py_-0xoSeY/TpJknchp89I/AAAAAAAAC1Y/xU3bgsMAVd4/s1600/kitoy%2B%25283%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6Py_-0xoSeY/TpJknchp89I/AAAAAAAAC1Y/xU3bgsMAVd4/s320/kitoy%2B%25283%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661698310393164754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yoquito&lt;/strong&gt; turned one.  I had to let &lt;em&gt;baby sister&lt;/em&gt; adopt him for a few months now, because my pregnancy.  It was hard maintaning him the most, of all the dogs in the house.  I'm sure baby sister takes care of him, more than how we could, given the current situation.&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend, we celebrated his birthday by giving him a treat and a new a toy. We played with him for a while and he seemed very happy. Eventhough he's happy with baby sister in his temporary home, he missed us and we miss him a lot as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048214677078502093-4725630614553744573?l=iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/feeds/4725630614553744573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/10/yoquito-turns-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/4725630614553744573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/4725630614553744573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/10/yoquito-turns-1.html' title='Yoquito Turns 1'/><author><name>nuni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03769317038730988735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/STjlnFyo5dI/AAAAAAAAByM/IMIm-P2tNNg/S220/DSC_6592.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6Py_-0xoSeY/TpJknchp89I/AAAAAAAAC1Y/xU3bgsMAVd4/s72-c/kitoy%2B%25283%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048214677078502093.post-4364451449880029204</id><published>2011-10-06T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T13:15:29.514+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Old Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y2MUxBFdm7M/ToKKxWkv3cI/AAAAAAAACzA/aRraNS7hsPs/s1600/suzy%2B%25282%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y2MUxBFdm7M/ToKKxWkv3cI/AAAAAAAACzA/aRraNS7hsPs/s320/suzy%2B%25282%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657236662408699330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote a &lt;a href="http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2007/02/goodnews-or-badnews.html"&gt;post &lt;/a&gt;about her before she left.  And after four and a half years, she's back to visit us. Yes, that's four and half years. Now, their family is doubled. I mean, they aren't only two, but they are already four. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How time flew.  I was very happy to see her and how much has changed over the years.  Most of all, she got what she has always wished for, and more. They've been blessed with two cute baby boys and we were lucky to see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, it's nice to see good "old" friends. &lt;br /&gt;Thanks for taking the time to see us, &lt;em&gt;Suzy&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048214677078502093-4364451449880029204?l=iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/feeds/4364451449880029204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/10/old-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/4364451449880029204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/4364451449880029204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/10/old-friends.html' title='Old Friends'/><author><name>nuni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03769317038730988735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/STjlnFyo5dI/AAAAAAAAByM/IMIm-P2tNNg/S220/DSC_6592.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y2MUxBFdm7M/ToKKxWkv3cI/AAAAAAAACzA/aRraNS7hsPs/s72-c/suzy%2B%25282%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048214677078502093.post-6282484368337511249</id><published>2011-09-28T14:26:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T14:57:14.112+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Birthday, birthday, what a happy day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Sy_Tz5oqjZ4/ToLBvF3qufI/AAAAAAAAC0I/3snxSqJ0AVs/s1600/Bubbles%2B%25282%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Sy_Tz5oqjZ4/ToLBvF3qufI/AAAAAAAAC0I/3snxSqJ0AVs/s320/Bubbles%2B%25282%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657297096704440818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, the typhoon and rains were on our side.  No "&lt;a href="http://www.abs-cbnnews.com/nation/09/27/11/typhoon-pedring-lashes-luzon"&gt;Pedring&lt;/a&gt;" or "&lt;a href="http://www.philippinecountry.com/philippine_news/year2006/milenyo_09-29-06.html"&gt;Milenyo&lt;/a&gt;" stopped us from giving a surprise birthday greeting to our dear friend, &lt;em&gt;Bubbles&lt;/em&gt;.  The rain stopped we when went out of the house and it just started raining again when we got home.  We chose to surprise her at the stroke of midnight.  We brought midnight snacks for the soon-to-be-mommy birthday celebrator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know your wish has been granted already. On your next birthday, there will be one more person, a little person, who'll be surprising you, with us.  I pray for you and your baby's health and safety. &lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday &lt;em&gt;Bubbles&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048214677078502093-6282484368337511249?l=iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/feeds/6282484368337511249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/09/this-year-typhoon-and-rains-were-on-our.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/6282484368337511249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/6282484368337511249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/09/this-year-typhoon-and-rains-were-on-our.html' title='Birthday, birthday, what a happy day.'/><author><name>nuni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03769317038730988735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/STjlnFyo5dI/AAAAAAAAByM/IMIm-P2tNNg/S220/DSC_6592.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Sy_Tz5oqjZ4/ToLBvF3qufI/AAAAAAAAC0I/3snxSqJ0AVs/s72-c/Bubbles%2B%25282%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048214677078502093.post-7301162961219076296</id><published>2011-09-26T11:24:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T14:24:40.342+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='papa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Papogs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8uVMO1T2G88/ToK49eL7rxI/AAAAAAAACzI/TB3cbt0n_dQ/s1600/papa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8uVMO1T2G88/ToK49eL7rxI/AAAAAAAACzI/TB3cbt0n_dQ/s320/papa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657287448145407762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated Papa's 59th birthday with three birthday cakes: a small &lt;em&gt;ube mamon&lt;/em&gt;, a junior &lt;em&gt;Dulce De Leche cake &lt;/em&gt;and our ulam, &lt;em&gt;torta&lt;/em&gt;. Ikoy got fond of asking papa to blow the candle. With &lt;em&gt;Shashing and KS &lt;/em&gt;on &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/iphone/features/facetime.html"&gt;Facetime&lt;/a&gt;, we sang three times, with &lt;em&gt;Ikoy's&lt;/em&gt; version on the very last line, "&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday to you, you, you, you!&lt;/strong&gt;" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9ft4B__9F9g/ToK7fnxIn_I/AAAAAAAACzg/NRoUKHAHU6w/s1600/Papogs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9ft4B__9F9g/ToK7fnxIn_I/AAAAAAAACzg/NRoUKHAHU6w/s200/Papogs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657290233856172018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Of course the little boy won't settle for not having a gift. What he did, he took the banana from the countertop and gave it to papa, "&lt;strong&gt;Papa, ito ang gift ko sa iyo, banana&lt;/strong&gt;!" And he drew his own greeting card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do look forward to the day when baby comes and Ikoy will have a baby brother/sister. And Papa will have a grandchild. I can't wait for that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only wish for Papa is for him to be always safe, healthy and happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048214677078502093-7301162961219076296?l=iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/feeds/7301162961219076296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/09/happy-birthday-papogs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/7301162961219076296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/7301162961219076296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/09/happy-birthday-papogs.html' title='Happy Birthday Papogs'/><author><name>nuni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03769317038730988735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/STjlnFyo5dI/AAAAAAAAByM/IMIm-P2tNNg/S220/DSC_6592.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8uVMO1T2G88/ToK49eL7rxI/AAAAAAAACzI/TB3cbt0n_dQ/s72-c/papa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048214677078502093.post-1415630261617027328</id><published>2011-09-17T10:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T14:25:03.062+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mommy'/><title type='text'>Certainty.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y2SEwTSqAFE/ToKGo-SKgeI/AAAAAAAACy4/lhKYhnKb82c/s1600/mommy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 188px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y2SEwTSqAFE/ToKGo-SKgeI/AAAAAAAACy4/lhKYhnKb82c/s320/mommy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657232120402837986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my life would be so much easier and so much better if you were here. Just a wishful thinking.  Most days I will just put a smile on my face, being contented knowing, and keeping you here inside my heart. But give me just some days out of the almost ten years, to tell how much much I wanted you to be with me, with us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I will be fine again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your love is a certainty, that will always keep me going.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048214677078502093-1415630261617027328?l=iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/feeds/1415630261617027328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/09/certainty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/1415630261617027328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/1415630261617027328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/09/certainty.html' title='Certainty.'/><author><name>nuni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03769317038730988735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/STjlnFyo5dI/AAAAAAAAByM/IMIm-P2tNNg/S220/DSC_6592.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y2SEwTSqAFE/ToKGo-SKgeI/AAAAAAAACy4/lhKYhnKb82c/s72-c/mommy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048214677078502093.post-7103954883596652133</id><published>2011-09-15T08:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T08:17:48.749+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sister'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nuni likes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Happy Tummy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--ZtWFDp_5Pw/TnFCS6q5fLI/AAAAAAAACyo/fmSg9ZvFPpw/s1600/photo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--ZtWFDp_5Pw/TnFCS6q5fLI/AAAAAAAACyo/fmSg9ZvFPpw/s200/photo.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652371900080946354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To due &lt;strong&gt;insistent &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sister's &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bright idea &lt;/strong&gt;and to cheer up baby sister who's been sad the past few days, they made this to my tummy and we all had a good laugh.  This is how my tummy looks like &lt;strong&gt;at 17 weeks.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Denden &lt;/em&gt;was afraid of how my belly button looked like so I wanted to show my sisters during our chat conversation, there was no webcam so we just took a picture and sent to it her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;em&gt;happy baby &lt;/em&gt;inside my &lt;em&gt;smiley tummy &lt;/em&gt;also wanted to greet my hubby a &lt;strong&gt;happy four years&lt;/strong&gt; today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048214677078502093-7103954883596652133?l=iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/feeds/7103954883596652133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/09/happy-tummy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/7103954883596652133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/7103954883596652133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/09/happy-tummy.html' title='Happy Tummy'/><author><name>nuni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03769317038730988735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/STjlnFyo5dI/AAAAAAAAByM/IMIm-P2tNNg/S220/DSC_6592.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--ZtWFDp_5Pw/TnFCS6q5fLI/AAAAAAAACyo/fmSg9ZvFPpw/s72-c/photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048214677078502093.post-1407289832638354782</id><published>2011-09-13T10:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T10:38:27.503+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>For Kuting</title><content type='html'>After six years in the same office that included one year of living in the same apartment, five years of birthday surprises, parties and spending special occasions, weekend movie dates and dinner outs, a friend decides to pursue greener pasteurs. Eventhough it hurts for me to see you go, I wish you well on your new job. Know that I will always be your friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you always, Kuting&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3aeb8cc8a23f1a27" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3aeb8cc8a23f1a27%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331261496%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1499FE09829CADC17D61D61C34F27AE27453CB96.61D1BBFB3CE95EC116F7D0CEDB34B7AA27E4CE57%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3aeb8cc8a23f1a27%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D-hYd7BmZh33wvlpS96E3EOeVDRg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3aeb8cc8a23f1a27%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331261496%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1499FE09829CADC17D61D61C34F27AE27453CB96.61D1BBFB3CE95EC116F7D0CEDB34B7AA27E4CE57%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3aeb8cc8a23f1a27%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D-hYd7BmZh33wvlpS96E3EOeVDRg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048214677078502093-1407289832638354782?l=iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=3aeb8cc8a23f1a27&amp;type=video/mp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/feeds/1407289832638354782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/09/for-kuting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/1407289832638354782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/1407289832638354782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/09/for-kuting.html' title='For Kuting'/><author><name>nuni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03769317038730988735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/STjlnFyo5dI/AAAAAAAAByM/IMIm-P2tNNg/S220/DSC_6592.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048214677078502093.post-1080336796922938686</id><published>2011-09-12T13:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T11:25:35.298+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='papa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grandparents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Happy Lolo's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y9zR16STttA/TkynYcxPISI/AAAAAAAACx4/ZTVphyHzgnA/s1600/papas.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y9zR16STttA/TkynYcxPISI/AAAAAAAACx4/ZTVphyHzgnA/s320/papas.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642068471669793058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was grandparent's day last weekend. No, we didn't greet the &lt;em&gt;soon-to-be-lolo's &lt;/em&gt;yet, I will let &lt;strong&gt;baby &lt;/strong&gt;do the honors next year.  But we got to spend time with our two dad's over the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First was the dinner with the &lt;em&gt;Felipe-Ong &lt;/em&gt;family. &lt;strong&gt;Papa Renren &lt;/strong&gt;was anxious and couldn't help but ask if we knew baby's gender already, I told him, we'll know next month. I ask if he had a preference.  A traditional Chinese answer would be a boy, so that was what I expected to hear from him. Surprisingly he said he hopes for a girl. I asked why, "&lt;em&gt;Syempre, kasi dalawang lalaki ang anak ko.&lt;/em&gt;" I told him perhaps my dad would want a boy because he had three daughters.  Either way, one of them will be happier.  We had a good laugh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On yesterday's dinner with &lt;strong&gt;Papogs,&lt;/strong&gt; I shared the story with him. Then I asked him what's his wish. He just said, "&lt;em&gt;Kahit ano&lt;/em&gt;." He told us that when mommy was pregnant with my second sister, he wished for a boy. And he did the same for my youngest sister, but it wasn't granted. So this time, he'll just say, &lt;em&gt;Kahit ano&lt;/em&gt;. We laughed all together because we were almost sure that he's still wishing for a boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart and my growing tummy is filled with happiness as we feel the excitement of the people around us.  As for me, it doesn't matter if baby's a boy or a girl. &lt;strong&gt;My only wish is that he/she is safe and healthy. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048214677078502093-1080336796922938686?l=iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/feeds/1080336796922938686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/08/happy-lolos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/1080336796922938686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/1080336796922938686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/08/happy-lolos.html' title='Happy Lolo&apos;s'/><author><name>nuni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03769317038730988735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/STjlnFyo5dI/AAAAAAAAByM/IMIm-P2tNNg/S220/DSC_6592.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y9zR16STttA/TkynYcxPISI/AAAAAAAACx4/ZTVphyHzgnA/s72-c/papas.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048214677078502093.post-6234557756410402440</id><published>2011-09-05T10:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T16:38:28.199+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='appliance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nursery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bedroom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Preparing Baby's Room</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-irJAijmGOeQ/TmQ7V9_Me9I/AAAAAAAACyY/OEA_AmeSmpE/s1600/DSC_3492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-irJAijmGOeQ/TmQ7V9_Me9I/AAAAAAAACyY/OEA_AmeSmpE/s320/DSC_3492.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648705081232358354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the tasks for &lt;em&gt;Denden &lt;/em&gt;when I was in Singapore was installing the air conditioner in the blue room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first step that we needed to do was put an air conditioner in the blue room in preparation for baby’s room.  We put off doing this during the construction of the house because we weren’t sure yet if we wanted to put an air conditioner in our baby’s room, we thought we both grew up without air conditioners in our rooms.  Actually we both grew up not having a room of our own.  I myself, &lt;strong&gt;slept on my parents bed&lt;/strong&gt; with my two sisters until I was about 10.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having giving it a second thought, we decided, &lt;em&gt;what the heck&lt;/em&gt;!-- anything for our “&lt;em&gt;long-awaited-for&lt;/em&gt;” baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got a good deal from &lt;em&gt;Abenson&lt;/em&gt; and brought the &lt;a href="http://www.lg.com/global/products/air-conditioner/index.jsp"&gt;LG&lt;/a&gt; air conditioner with a &lt;a href="http://www.abenson.com.ph/shop/products.asp?product=2188&amp;categ=136"&gt;free air cooler. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thumbs up again for &lt;em&gt;Denden&lt;/em&gt;.  Now I am even more excited putting baby furniture and decorations on the room!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048214677078502093-6234557756410402440?l=iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/feeds/6234557756410402440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/09/preparing-babys-room.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/6234557756410402440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/6234557756410402440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/09/preparing-babys-room.html' title='Preparing Baby&apos;s Room'/><author><name>nuni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03769317038730988735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/STjlnFyo5dI/AAAAAAAAByM/IMIm-P2tNNg/S220/DSC_6592.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-irJAijmGOeQ/TmQ7V9_Me9I/AAAAAAAACyY/OEA_AmeSmpE/s72-c/DSC_3492.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048214677078502093.post-6588316139101140724</id><published>2011-09-03T10:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T11:03:49.070+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nuni likes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bedroom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='construction'/><title type='text'>Mission Accomplished</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S_iQldK6hF0/TmQ5nAmvsyI/AAAAAAAACyQ/B7h6KTgsyR0/s1600/DSC_3487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S_iQldK6hF0/TmQ5nAmvsyI/AAAAAAAACyQ/B7h6KTgsyR0/s320/DSC_3487.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648703174969635618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Since we decided the Singapore trip was just us, sisters, I left &lt;em&gt;Denden&lt;/em&gt; with some tasks to do at home.  After all, it was a two-day Holiday, thus, the four day long weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that it would be the best time to change the laminate flooring in our bedroom, into tiles.  I knew I wouldn’t be too good in handling laminate flooring because of the water spills, the unwaterproofed firewall during the first few months, and windows that I &lt;em&gt;always forget&lt;/em&gt; to close during rainy season. So the solution was to change them into tiles.  &lt;strong&gt;I knew this will be hardwork that I wouldn’t mind missing.&lt;/strong&gt;  The “&lt;em&gt;walk-in closet system&lt;/em&gt;” had to be removed, our bed had to be disassembled, baseboards removed, then the laminate flooring.  We chose the wood-looking rectangular tiles from &lt;a href="http://www.mariwasa.com/index.php?file=kop8.php"&gt;Mariwasa&lt;/a&gt; with a darker color.  After the installation, everything should be brought back to its old place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to give &lt;em&gt;Denden &lt;/em&gt;three-stars because it was a mission accomplished for him. Thus our bedroom looks brand new. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048214677078502093-6588316139101140724?l=iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/feeds/6588316139101140724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/09/mission-accomplished.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/6588316139101140724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/6588316139101140724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/09/mission-accomplished.html' title='Mission Accomplished'/><author><name>nuni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03769317038730988735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/STjlnFyo5dI/AAAAAAAAByM/IMIm-P2tNNg/S220/DSC_6592.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S_iQldK6hF0/TmQ5nAmvsyI/AAAAAAAACyQ/B7h6KTgsyR0/s72-c/DSC_3487.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048214677078502093.post-4417288809950113787</id><published>2011-09-01T10:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T10:51:29.773+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sister'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adventure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singapore'/><title type='text'>Sisters Day Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k90dhUNdMdA/TmQ2S-3nzRI/AAAAAAAACyI/CLqZ_k1zj24/s1600/SG%2B%252819%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k90dhUNdMdA/TmQ2S-3nzRI/AAAAAAAACyI/CLqZ_k1zj24/s320/SG%2B%252819%2529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648699532371283218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Probably the last, if not the second to the last trip to &lt;em&gt;Singapore&lt;/em&gt;, we booked our flight even before I knew I was pregnant.  Fortunately, I got clearance from my OB to ride the plane.  We decided that this visit will be just us sisters, with &lt;em&gt;Kuya Shosh&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike my previous trips to &lt;em&gt;Singapore,&lt;/em&gt; this time, we had limited places to go.  I couldn’t walk too far, especially go and up down staircases, and I get tired easily.  Of course, I wouldn’t miss &lt;a href="http://www.ikea.com/sg/en/catalog/categories/departments/childrens_ikea/20475/"&gt;Ikea &lt;/a&gt;and its yummy meatballs! But I had to limit what I had to buy because of the baggage allowance, mostly baby stuff, decors for baby’s room.  And it was &lt;em&gt;Cherub&lt;/em&gt;’s first time to eat in &lt;a href="http://marche.moevenpick.com/#/restaurant/empty/47/empty/en/"&gt;Marche&lt;/a&gt;, and as always, it was a treat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The five days went by instantly.  It was a “&lt;strong&gt;mission accomplished&lt;/strong&gt;,” we got to spend quality time with &lt;em&gt;Lij&lt;/em&gt;.  For some time now, I haven’t experienced having two sisters: living in same house, sleeping in the same bedroom, waking up and having breakfast on the same dining table.  I missed that!  &lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, we also got to witness how her day starts and ends there, how she and &lt;em&gt;K/S&lt;/em&gt; take care of each other.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this trip was not for different places to visit, or tourist spots to go to. But it was for the sharing of stories of different people we knew, and sharing of experiences that isn’t only read thru emails or chats.  This trip was for the endless talks and laughs on the MRT train that would almost make you miss your station.  Or the long serious conversations on the bus that would make you wonder if you’re passed your stop already.  It was for watching &lt;em&gt;TFC teleseryes &lt;/em&gt;together even if you don’t really watch it back home.  It was for old &lt;em&gt;Tagalog movies &lt;/em&gt;that you wouldn’t mind watching again just to share with her, the feeling of being home.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it was time to go, I asked her if she wanted to accompany us to the airport, she said she didn’t want to because she might cry.  It was sad having to leave her and I know it breaks her heart as well. But what’s left is to cherish the last five days.  After all, she exceeded half of the two years.  A few months more and she’ll be back home.  And we will look forward to that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048214677078502093-4417288809950113787?l=iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/feeds/4417288809950113787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/09/sisters-day-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/4417288809950113787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/4417288809950113787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/09/sisters-day-out.html' title='Sisters Day Out'/><author><name>nuni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03769317038730988735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/STjlnFyo5dI/AAAAAAAAByM/IMIm-P2tNNg/S220/DSC_6592.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k90dhUNdMdA/TmQ2S-3nzRI/AAAAAAAACyI/CLqZ_k1zj24/s72-c/SG%2B%252819%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048214677078502093.post-8623685928330951909</id><published>2011-08-18T13:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T14:22:34.788+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Nanay Luring</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HYtJXc3MSeY/TkyniV6pIoI/AAAAAAAACyA/UoETArbCMrg/s1600/DSC_1521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HYtJXc3MSeY/TkyniV6pIoI/AAAAAAAACyA/UoETArbCMrg/s320/DSC_1521.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642068641628889730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is said that you should do as she says, or else, you'll get scolded. Eventhough she's known to be "&lt;em&gt;masungit&lt;/em&gt;," I've never seen her that way. She has always been concerned and thoughful, checking if we had lunch or dinner already or giving me chocolates and candies before we go home.  She might be pretty straightforward when she says something, but understanding between her lines will just show how she truly feels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one thing she asked, and always asked of us, a great grandchild.  I hoped she was happy when she found out she'll be having one.  And she will.  I will not forget to tell my baby about her.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will miss you, &lt;em&gt;Nanay Luring&lt;/em&gt;.  Thank you for everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048214677078502093-8623685928330951909?l=iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/feeds/8623685928330951909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/08/nanay-luring.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/8623685928330951909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/8623685928330951909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/08/nanay-luring.html' title='Nanay Luring'/><author><name>nuni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03769317038730988735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/STjlnFyo5dI/AAAAAAAAByM/IMIm-P2tNNg/S220/DSC_6592.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HYtJXc3MSeY/TkyniV6pIoI/AAAAAAAACyA/UoETArbCMrg/s72-c/DSC_1521.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048214677078502093.post-660412477386621985</id><published>2011-08-12T15:35:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T16:38:56.275+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='papa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ikoy'/><title type='text'>My Little Messenger</title><content type='html'>This is how I told Ikoy that I am finally having a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Ikoy, alika, may sasabihin ako sayo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came close to me. I took his hand and placed it on my tummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Sa tummy ni Nuni, meron nang baby sa loob!&lt;br /&gt;Ikoy: Talaga?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oo!&lt;br /&gt;Ikoy: Yehey! Yehey!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;He jumped three times with arms raised up.  I am not sure if he's really happy about the baby in my tummy or he's just relieved that he's not the baby anymore.  He's actually been declaring lately that he's a &lt;strong&gt;big boy &lt;/strong&gt;already, not a baby anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately, he went outside the house and excitedly called &lt;strong&gt;Papa.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ikoy: Papa! Papa! May baby na sa tummy ni Nuni! May baby na sa tummy ni Nuni.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Papa &lt;/strong&gt;didn't want to believe him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ikoy: Meron na Papa! May baby na sa tummy ni Nuni!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Papa &lt;/strong&gt;still didn't believe him until I confirmed that it's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_h_F4C9Irl8/TkhufyKRFgI/AAAAAAAACxo/iwpz8iFmlTY/s1600/photo2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_h_F4C9Irl8/TkhufyKRFgI/AAAAAAAACxo/iwpz8iFmlTY/s320/photo2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640880025601381890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From then on, he started telling everyone that there’s a baby In my tummy, i.e. to sister on Singapore,  on our video call.  But of course, she knew already before &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ikoy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ikoy&lt;/span&gt;, my little messenger.  I let him do the honors of announcing to my bestfriend.  “&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;May baby sa tummy ni Nuni!&lt;/span&gt;”  The first time &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Bing &lt;/span&gt;heard it, I think there was a surprised-shout that everybody in the restaurant heard, then she started crying. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ikoy &lt;/span&gt;kept on repeating, “&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;May baby sa tummy ni Nuni!&lt;/span&gt;”,  standing in front of her, which made her cry even more.  She couldn’t stop crying and even &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Annika &lt;/span&gt;got worried seeing her mom cry.  I had to tell &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ikoy &lt;/span&gt;to stop talking.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even to those people who shouldn’t know yet.  We went to our neighbor’s party and he just simply broadcasted,  “&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;May baby sa tummy ni Nuni!&lt;/span&gt;”  I was caught off guard and even if I want to hold off the announcement to the whole world I had to explain to our neighbors the case. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then, every week when I see him, he checks how’s the baby.  He wants it to come out of my tummy already.  He insists on seeing the ultrasound pictures and videos first, and asks me to explain.  He’s worried when I inject insulin that the baby might get hurt.  One time we’re both lying on the bed for our afternoon nap, he tells me he’ll sing a lullaby for me.  After his first song, he puts his mouth in my tummy and sings the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tl.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lupang_Hinirang"&gt;Lupang Hinirang&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, for baby to be able to sleep as well.  He puts in fingers in my belly button and asks, “&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Nuni, nakikita ba ni baby yung daliri ko?&lt;/span&gt;”  So funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves baby already.  I think he’s pretty excited to be &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Kuya Ikoy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048214677078502093-660412477386621985?l=iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/feeds/660412477386621985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-little-messenger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/660412477386621985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/660412477386621985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-little-messenger.html' title='My Little Messenger'/><author><name>nuni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03769317038730988735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/STjlnFyo5dI/AAAAAAAAByM/IMIm-P2tNNg/S220/DSC_6592.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_h_F4C9Irl8/TkhufyKRFgI/AAAAAAAACxo/iwpz8iFmlTY/s72-c/photo2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048214677078502093.post-116457730317764561</id><published>2011-08-06T11:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T14:30:30.311+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>August 6: Third Maternity Checkup @W11</title><content type='html'>I have survived the four weeks of bedrest after three birthday celebrations on my bed, a new Wi-Fi internet connection, a re-run of the 10 seasons of &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0108778/"&gt;Friends&lt;/a&gt;, updated seasons of &lt;a href="http://www.prettylittleliars.com/"&gt;Pretty Little Liars&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://abc.go.com/shows/cougar-town"&gt;Cougar Town&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.cwtv.com/shows/the-vampire-diaries"&gt;Vampire Diaries&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.fox.com/raisinghope/"&gt;Raising Hope&lt;/a&gt; and HBO's mini series, &lt;a href="http://www.hbo.com/the-pacific/index.html"&gt;The Pacific&lt;/a&gt;, after three weeks of &lt;em&gt;Papa &lt;/em&gt;taking care of us, &lt;em&gt;Denden &lt;/em&gt;taking over the last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was time to go back to the doctor. This time, it was just me,  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Denden and MamaCherub&lt;/span&gt;.  First was the check up with &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Tita Cel&lt;/span&gt;.  As she told me to lie down, I thought it was just the same physical check up as before.  But she placed a gel on my tummy and placed a gadget, after a while, I heard something.  It’s like water gushing,  or air breezing with an interval.  And she asked if I can hear it.  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;It's baby’s heart beat.&lt;/span&gt;  It was heard all over  the room.  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Denden and MamaCherub &lt;/span&gt;heard it too. I was shocked as I didn’t expect that. But it was the most beautiful sound!   And it drove all my worries away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6Aob_XfbwfU/TkiXhZfYhSI/AAAAAAAACxw/0Zec5pI8ZEk/s1600/Baby%2B%2540W11%2B%25286%2529.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/-6Aob_XfbwfU/TkiXhZfYhSI/AAAAAAAACxw/0Zec5pI8ZEk/s320/Baby%2B%2540W11%2B%25286%2529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640925133315540258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Worries.  It was a thing of the past. At least for the doctor.  She said the bedrest is terminated, the baby is okay.  She even said that there’s no need for the ultrasound again because she is that sure that the bleeding from last time is not there anymore.  But I wanted to be sure, so we went ahead for the ultrasound. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ultrasound was the exact opposite of the first time as well.  Upon lying down, the sonologist came in and immediately saw the baby &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;withOUT &lt;/span&gt;any signs of bleeding.  From the monitor it looked like a fetus already, showing features of the nose on its side view.  The arms and legs are already formed as well.  And the baby kept on moving and moving.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Crown Rump Length: 4.9cm = 11 weeks 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;Cardiac pulsation is regular and strong at 169 beats per minute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I paused for a minute and thanked &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Him &lt;/span&gt;for listening to my prayers.&lt;br /&gt;Today is one happy and worry-free day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048214677078502093-116457730317764561?l=iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/feeds/116457730317764561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/08/august-6-third-maternity-checkup-w11.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/116457730317764561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/116457730317764561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/08/august-6-third-maternity-checkup-w11.html' title='August 6: Third Maternity Checkup @W11'/><author><name>nuni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03769317038730988735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/STjlnFyo5dI/AAAAAAAAByM/IMIm-P2tNNg/S220/DSC_6592.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6Aob_XfbwfU/TkiXhZfYhSI/AAAAAAAACxw/0Zec5pI8ZEk/s72-c/Baby%2B%2540W11%2B%25286%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048214677078502093.post-4303373783096547290</id><published>2011-08-05T11:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T08:54:06.764+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='papa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marikina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Three weeks with Papa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lqdnFgEwOjc/Tkht4fM_hnI/AAAAAAAACxg/V8X9_u_Wjck/s1600/photo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lqdnFgEwOjc/Tkht4fM_hnI/AAAAAAAACxg/V8X9_u_Wjck/s320/photo.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640879350497642098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The culprit of my diabetes is &lt;em&gt;Papa&lt;/em&gt;. Okay, okay, my eating habits and my lifestyle might have affected as well, but I could easily blame it to his genes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew he was glad when he found out that I was pregnant.  I knew he was concerned when he found found that I have diabetes as well.  But when I told him of the bleeding on the ultrasound, there was a different tone in his voice, deeper than worry, more of fear.  Even if he never pressured us into having a baby, I knew he wanted an "&lt;em&gt;apo&lt;/em&gt;".  Thus, the fear that I sensed in him is for baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;volunteered &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;to accompany me at home during the doctor-prescribed-bedrest.  Can we say "no" to that?  I needed someone to wake up in the morning to go to the market, cook lunch for me, cook dinner for us, to go up and down the stairs to bring me anything I needed.  That, he did. And more. For the three weeks.  This is the longest time I've spent with him ever since I left our house in &lt;em&gt;Marikina&lt;/em&gt;.  And believe me, the times in &lt;em&gt;Marikina &lt;/em&gt; before were the exact opposite of the time we spent during the last three weeks.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby and I are both very lucky. We were both pampered and babied.  &lt;em&gt;Papa &lt;/em&gt;took very good care of us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048214677078502093-4303373783096547290?l=iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/feeds/4303373783096547290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/08/three-weeks-with-papa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/4303373783096547290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/4303373783096547290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/08/three-weeks-with-papa.html' title='Three weeks with Papa'/><author><name>nuni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03769317038730988735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/STjlnFyo5dI/AAAAAAAAByM/IMIm-P2tNNg/S220/DSC_6592.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lqdnFgEwOjc/Tkht4fM_hnI/AAAAAAAACxg/V8X9_u_Wjck/s72-c/photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048214677078502093.post-1811420096527570380</id><published>2011-08-03T11:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T08:45:48.345+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diabetes'/><title type='text'>Insulin</title><content type='html'>Diabetes is failure of the body to make insulin or to respond to insulin.  The first is the type 1 diabetes and the second is type 2 diabetes. Yes, that's me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Insulin"&gt;Insulin &lt;/a&gt;is a natural hormone made by the pancreas that controls the levels of the sugar glucose in the blood. It permits the cells to use glucose for energy. Thus making the cells unable to utilize glucose without insulin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In type 2 diabetes, insulin is produced but the cells in the body do not respond normally to it.  In shorter terms, making one insulin resistant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first prescription of insulin is a mixutre of the fast and slow reacting insulin, &lt;a href="http://pi.lilly.com/us/humalog7525-pi.pdf"&gt;Humalog Mix25&lt;/a&gt;. I had to take varying number of units three times a day, before every big meal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MSbOVe_Dq_I/TkhrvTx7lcI/AAAAAAAACxY/LGngEtXTTL0/s1600/in.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MSbOVe_Dq_I/TkhrvTx7lcI/AAAAAAAACxY/LGngEtXTTL0/s320/in.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640876993789269442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After a few weeks, I noticed that I rarely reach my FBS targets.  So the doctor changed insulin. This time, instead of a mixture, I was given two separates prescriptions.  One for the fast acting, &lt;a href="http://www.humalog.com/Pages/index.aspx"&gt;Humalog Insulin Lispro Injection&lt;/a&gt; and one for the intermediate-acting insulin, &lt;a href="http://www.rxlist.com/humulin_n-drug.htm"&gt;Humulin N Isophane Insulin Human Injection&lt;/a&gt;.  So now instead of three injections a day, I get five. Three times still before every meal for the fast-acting. And twice for Humulin N, morning and night.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doses of the insulin varies.  This is where the glucometer test results comes in. The insulin is adjusted based on the readings recorded everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048214677078502093-1811420096527570380?l=iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/feeds/1811420096527570380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/08/insulin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/1811420096527570380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/1811420096527570380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/08/insulin.html' title='Insulin'/><author><name>nuni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03769317038730988735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/STjlnFyo5dI/AAAAAAAAByM/IMIm-P2tNNg/S220/DSC_6592.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MSbOVe_Dq_I/TkhrvTx7lcI/AAAAAAAACxY/LGngEtXTTL0/s72-c/in.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048214677078502093.post-6193953725693227891</id><published>2011-08-02T11:39:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T08:48:28.222+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gadgets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diabetes'/><title type='text'>Glucometer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nUCFVC38-9g/TkhrQb2uR1I/AAAAAAAACxQ/A4wuojCnmYI/s1600/g1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nUCFVC38-9g/TkhrQb2uR1I/AAAAAAAACxQ/A4wuojCnmYI/s320/g1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640876463380907858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would have thought that my latest gadget would be an insulin meter, or the glucometer.  The blood glucose monitoring tool to help manage my diabetes.  This is the &lt;a href="http://www.abbottdiabetescare.com.au/insulin-meter-text.php"&gt;Optium Xceed Diabetes Monitoring System&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A first must-haves of a diabetic.  Here's how: 1. Insert electrode test strip to the port. 2. Use the lancing device to prick chosen site to obtain a blood drop. 3.  Touch the blood drop to the white area at the end of the test strip until it reaches the end of the electrode.  A countdown will indicate that it is beginning to test.  4.  Blood glucose result will display.  Of course all these making sure that chosen site as well as your hands are clean.  Needles of the lancing device are to be replaced also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am to check my blood sugar five times a day: when I wake up in the morning (this is called fasting blood sugar or &lt;a href="http://www.healthypinoy.com/health/articles/diabetes/fasting-blood-sugar.html"&gt;FBS&lt;/a&gt;), two hours after breakfast, lunch, dinner, and one before dinner.  Target goals vary as well. FBS should be between 80 to 90. Post meals should be between 100 to 120 and the one before dinner should be between 90 to 100.  Note that these goals are more strict because the baby inside my tummy is taken into account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is very important the my blood sugar levels don't always go very high, or very low.  It will cause long terms effects for the baby.  High blood sugar might cause that baby to be very large, lungs might develop more slowly, risk of early delivery, risk of injury during birth, low blood sugar in the baby at birth, risk for stillborn, pre-eclampsia and the need for a C-section.  Too low might cause the slower development of the baby's brains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much information scares me.  I have to remind myself to stop reading and researching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, this will explain the tiny, tiny dots on the tips of my fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048214677078502093-6193953725693227891?l=iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/feeds/6193953725693227891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/08/glucometer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/6193953725693227891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/6193953725693227891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/08/glucometer.html' title='Glucometer'/><author><name>nuni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03769317038730988735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/STjlnFyo5dI/AAAAAAAAByM/IMIm-P2tNNg/S220/DSC_6592.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nUCFVC38-9g/TkhrQb2uR1I/AAAAAAAACxQ/A4wuojCnmYI/s72-c/g1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048214677078502093.post-2335320146808308275</id><published>2011-08-01T11:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T08:42:28.178+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diabetes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Carbohydrate Counting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UjKhXh1Kuco/TkS3Wo9oyiI/AAAAAAAACxA/KdnuO5eN-mY/s1600/carbs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UjKhXh1Kuco/TkS3Wo9oyiI/AAAAAAAACxA/KdnuO5eN-mY/s200/carbs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639834232955652642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A major part of the being diabetic is associated with food.  That is why on top of my list of things to do is to meet with the nutritionist. The appointment with the dietician has taught me all the information that I need for my diet and meal plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Based on weight and list of day to day activites, the number of calories needed per day is computed. This number is then broken down into the three basic food groups: carbohydrates, protein and fat.  Since I am pregnant, the goal is not to lose/gain weight. Just retain my current weight.  This is, until the end of the first trimester. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since carbohydrates mainly affects the blood glucose, it should be monitored: thus the &lt;a href="http://www.diabetes.org/food-and-fitness/food/planning-meals/carb-counting/"&gt;carb counting&lt;/a&gt;.  1 carb choice = 15 grams of carbohydrates.  This conversion makes all the numbers simpler.  The total number of carbohydrates, divided into choices, is distributed into six meals a day for me: breakfast, lunch, dinner and three snacks in between. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be able to count the carb choices in the food that I am eating, minding not to eat too much or too little.  A &lt;a href="http://www.allina.com/conditions/pregnancy/carb_choice_examples.pdf"&gt;list &lt;/a&gt;of common foods, with 1 carb choice is provided.  Also, I should learn to read more on the nutritional labels on foods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems complicated enough because of the numbers, but it gets more complicated due to the fact that you have to count the carbohydrates in whatever it is you're eating.  But, I think I'm getting the hang of it.  Goodluck to me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048214677078502093-2335320146808308275?l=iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/feeds/2335320146808308275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/08/carbohydrate-counting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/2335320146808308275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/2335320146808308275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/08/carbohydrate-counting.html' title='Carbohydrate Counting'/><author><name>nuni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03769317038730988735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/STjlnFyo5dI/AAAAAAAAByM/IMIm-P2tNNg/S220/DSC_6592.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UjKhXh1Kuco/TkS3Wo9oyiI/AAAAAAAACxA/KdnuO5eN-mY/s72-c/carbs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048214677078502093.post-7208145706706853271</id><published>2011-07-12T16:25:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T11:37:49.424+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Off the Calendar</title><content type='html'>Yes, it's my 31st birthday.  The last day on the calendar.  Eventhough I am getting older, this year, is the best! Here 31 reasons why: &lt;br /&gt; 1.  Tons of birthday wishes from friends and family through text and &lt;em&gt;Facebook&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt; 2.  Sister from Singapore is here for the weekend.&lt;br /&gt; 3.  With &lt;em&gt;Kuya Shosh&lt;/em&gt;.  Last month, they just went here on a weekday and we didn't get to spend time together.&lt;br /&gt; 4.  Friday night dinner with papogs, two sisters and ikoy.&lt;br /&gt; 5.  Free overnight stay at the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wuIY2AK1J7g/TkNwdHPvGfI/AAAAAAAACwI/mIJlAMXqHEo/s1600/nuni.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wuIY2AK1J7g/TkNwdHPvGfI/AAAAAAAACwI/mIJlAMXqHEo/s320/nuni.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639474803861559794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  Pre-Saturday night dinner celebration with the family.&lt;br /&gt; 7.  &lt;em&gt;Ikoy's &lt;/em&gt;specially selected and wrapped gift: Wall-E Lego, Toy Story Ball and Mrs. Potatohead's bag.  He was even more excited than me and he wanted to open it right away.&lt;br /&gt; 8.  Bestest bestfriend &lt;br /&gt; 9.  With my "first" baby gift and a book which, I am forced to read.&lt;br /&gt;10 .  With her family to join us for dinner. &lt;br /&gt;11.  &lt;em&gt;Habi &lt;/em&gt;who drove more than 2 hours of traffic just to be there.&lt;br /&gt;12.  Little baby girl to sing happy birthday for &lt;em&gt;miminuni&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;13.  With "bouncy" baby &lt;em&gt;Alfons&lt;/em&gt;, even with him just looking at you would make you smile.&lt;br /&gt;14.  My first of my three cakes, blew the candle with &lt;em&gt;Ikoy and Annika&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;15.  Sunday night, &lt;em&gt;Papogs &lt;/em&gt;cooked my request dinner: fish in "&lt;strong&gt;Pesa&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YjYdegpDHTQ/TkNwqitF0tI/AAAAAAAACwQ/Zn8yOUYbMpE/s1600/nuni2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YjYdegpDHTQ/TkNwqitF0tI/AAAAAAAACwQ/Zn8yOUYbMpE/s320/nuni2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639475034570740434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.  Woke up on my birthday morning, with my friends on the other side of my bedroom door.&lt;br /&gt;17.  Yummy and healthy breakfast prepared by &lt;em&gt;Kuting&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;18.  With her betterhalf.&lt;br /&gt;19.  Pregnant friend &lt;em&gt;Bubbles &lt;/em&gt;who didn't bother going up and down the stairs for the surrpise.  Of course with her hubby.&lt;br /&gt;20.  &lt;em&gt;Marge&lt;/em&gt;, for waking up early to be on time for the early surprise.&lt;br /&gt;21.  My second birthday cake, with my dear friends.&lt;br /&gt;22.  A two part birthday surprise. Aside from the breakfast surprise, there was still a dinner surprise!&lt;br /&gt;23.  Baby sister who brought me salad for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;24.  With &lt;em&gt;Bamba&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;25.  And my third birthday cake.&lt;br /&gt;26.  Hubby's family had their share of birthday greetings and wishes.&lt;br /&gt;27.  A husband who's willing to do anything I ask of him.&lt;br /&gt;28.  Last month, I received an advanced birthday gift, a &lt;em&gt;positive pregnancy test&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;29.  Doctor confirmed that yes, I am indeed pregnant. But we need to wait a few weeks for the ultrasound.&lt;br /&gt;30.  We saw &lt;em&gt;baby's heart, beating&lt;/em&gt;, on the first ultrasound.&lt;br /&gt;31.  I get to share with the whole world my &lt;strong&gt;bestest birthday gift ever&lt;/strong&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048214677078502093-7208145706706853271?l=iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/feeds/7208145706706853271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/07/off-calendar.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/7208145706706853271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/7208145706706853271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/07/off-calendar.html' title='Off the Calendar'/><author><name>nuni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03769317038730988735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/STjlnFyo5dI/AAAAAAAAByM/IMIm-P2tNNg/S220/DSC_6592.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wuIY2AK1J7g/TkNwdHPvGfI/AAAAAAAACwI/mIJlAMXqHEo/s72-c/nuni.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048214677078502093.post-1279062818771089740</id><published>2011-07-10T10:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T11:19:53.917+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diabetes'/><title type='text'>July 9: Second Maternity Checkup @W07</title><content type='html'>I diligently followed my diet plan.  I also learned to use the insulin and I am almost an expert on detecting and checking my blood sugar using the glucometer. Aside from that, the three weeks passed by smoothly without any problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure if I am looking forward for this day or I am dreading for this day to come. It's a little bit of both.  The good thing is that I have two sisters coming with us to the hospital.  To stand by me, one on each side. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check up was brief, was prescribed with meds, checked physically and I gave an update with what's going on with the diabelogist and nutritionist.  &lt;em&gt;Tita Cel &lt;/em&gt;told us that I should head for the ultrasound, with the hopes that we see the &lt;em&gt;baby and the heartbeat&lt;/em&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;strong&gt;heartbeat&lt;/strong&gt;.  That was the only thing on my mind while waiting for my turn.  My name was called, went in, followed by &lt;em&gt;Denden &lt;/em&gt;and my two sisters.  I lied down, closed my eyes and prayed hard. The sonologist came in and started the examination. The longest five minutes of my life.  She just stood there looking at the monitor, moving the scope inside my body, without saying a word.  I couldn't read the expression on her face.  Tears fell down my eyes, I was too afraid to ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bFG3alIOIEI/TkSQ74tYj2I/AAAAAAAACww/Ip4gxkys9EM/s1600/1st%2Bpic.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bFG3alIOIEI/TkSQ74tYj2I/AAAAAAAACww/Ip4gxkys9EM/s200/1st%2Bpic.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639791991884124002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then, she talked! She called &lt;em&gt;Denden &lt;/em&gt;and said, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;come see your baby!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Congratulations.  She let me view the monitor and pointed the heart and paused. &lt;strong&gt;IT MOVED&lt;/strong&gt;! The heart beat!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told me the OB will explain the results.  But honestly, I couldn't understand the other words that she said after seeing the heartbeat.  I didn't stop crying as I hug the &lt;em&gt;two-soon-be&lt;/em&gt;-&lt;em&gt;tita&lt;/em&gt;'s, both of them very delighted.  Tears of joy. It was the happiest ten minutes of my life since I found out that I was pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Crown Rump Length: 1.18cm = 7 weeks 4 days&lt;br /&gt;(+) Embryo with cardiac activity at 163 beats per minute&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, ten minutes, that was what, was given to me.  The results showed that there was a &lt;a href="http://www.whattoexpect.com/pregnancy/pregnancy-health/complications/subchorionic-bleeding.aspx"&gt;subchorionic bleeding &lt;/a&gt;found inside.  It is not harming the baby and heals on its own as long as it doesn't get too big.  With diabetes on the side, I was advised to take a 30-day bedrest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my mind, I thought that I might not be giving enough so I should give more.  I have baby's heartbeat to hold on to.  That is more than enough reason gather the all the strength that I need. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048214677078502093-1279062818771089740?l=iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/feeds/1279062818771089740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/07/july-9-second-maternity-checkup-w07.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/1279062818771089740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/1279062818771089740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/07/july-9-second-maternity-checkup-w07.html' title='July 9: Second Maternity Checkup @W07'/><author><name>nuni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03769317038730988735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/STjlnFyo5dI/AAAAAAAAByM/IMIm-P2tNNg/S220/DSC_6592.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bFG3alIOIEI/TkSQ74tYj2I/AAAAAAAACww/Ip4gxkys9EM/s72-c/1st%2Bpic.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048214677078502093.post-6845812315196869839</id><published>2011-07-09T14:21:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T10:24:06.216+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diabetes'/><title type='text'>June 20: First Maternity Check Up @W04</title><content type='html'>Due to &lt;a href="http://newsinfo.inquirer.net/breakingnews/nation/view/20110429-333632/June-20-declared-special-holiday"&gt;J.P. Rizal's 150th birthday&lt;/a&gt;, this day was declared a holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was perfect timing because we've set our first maternity check up with the OB-GYN.  I turned to my sister since she knew who would be the best doctor for me and baby.  And she couldn't think of anyone better than her bestfriend's mom, &lt;a href="http://evangelistahospital.com/index.php?option=com_content&amp;view=article&amp;id=5&amp;Itemid=13"&gt;Dra. Cecilia Cordero - Evangelista&lt;/a&gt;, or &lt;em&gt;Tita Cel&lt;/em&gt;, as she wants me to call her. And so, with plenty of hopes in my right pocket and lots of worries on my left pocket, we went ahead.  The goodnews is that pregnancy is 100% confirmed. It was on the fourth week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was after this that it came to me, this confirmation marks day one of being able to rejoice and be happy of this blessing.  BUT, this day also marks the start of being worried at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found out that my blood sugar is high, confirming that I am a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Diabetes_mellitus_type_2"&gt;Type 2 Diabetic&lt;/a&gt;. And &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Diabetes_mellitus_and_pregnancy"&gt;diabetes in pregnancy &lt;/a&gt;is a "high-risk" pregnancy, especially type 1 or type 2 diabetes.  A list of risks include: early labor, induced labor, miscarriage, very large babies, preeclampsia and birth defects.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-auephxBr5aE/TkSJazUFyII/AAAAAAAACwg/8UxtcGXK79Y/s1600/insulin.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-auephxBr5aE/TkSJazUFyII/AAAAAAAACwg/8UxtcGXK79Y/s400/insulin.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639783726918781058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tita Cel&lt;/em&gt; prescribed meds for me and the baby and advised me to see her preferred diabetologist as soon as possible for me to be given insulin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, I came to &lt;a href="http://www.llibi.com/listings/listings.php?view=doctors&amp;state=Laguna&amp;by=city&amp;name=San+Pedro"&gt;Dra. Melanie Duran&lt;/a&gt;.  After seeing my test results, she immediately told me that I'll be needing insulin.  And also, I saw her nutritionist for my diet plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next check up will be on Week 7, the first ultrasound to confirm baby's heartbeat.  Can you imagine the overflow of worries on my left pocket?  I set my mind, I will do anything and everything that needs to done for my baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048214677078502093-6845812315196869839?l=iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/feeds/6845812315196869839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/07/june-20-first-maternity-check-up-w04.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/6845812315196869839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/6845812315196869839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/07/june-20-first-maternity-check-up-w04.html' title='June 20: First Maternity Check Up @W04'/><author><name>nuni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03769317038730988735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/STjlnFyo5dI/AAAAAAAAByM/IMIm-P2tNNg/S220/DSC_6592.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-auephxBr5aE/TkSJazUFyII/AAAAAAAACwg/8UxtcGXK79Y/s72-c/insulin.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048214677078502093.post-6862723583185716782</id><published>2011-07-08T11:38:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T11:19:18.436+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>June 19: Father's Day</title><content type='html'>Months have passed since we last went to the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;The days come and go and I try to put on the best smile on my face.&lt;br /&gt;I kept myself busy with the house, the dogs and some extra curricular activies. i.e. playing badminton. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do not only belong to the TTC couples, but we were the &lt;em&gt;trying-too-damn-hard-to conceive&lt;/em&gt; couple for a while now.  So, we set that aside to relieve ourselves of the stress and pressure.  I actually bought a year's supply of sanitary napkins wholesale because of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;plan.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f58S4haQKqo/TkOKnW2DHTI/AAAAAAAACwY/_w3-k8T2dJ8/s1600/Test%2B%25285%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f58S4haQKqo/TkOKnW2DHTI/AAAAAAAACwY/_w3-k8T2dJ8/s200/Test%2B%25285%2529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639503567149800754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 19 was the date of father’s day this year.  This day marks also day 32 of my June cycle. It was one day past my boundary so I decided to take my second pregnancy test.  In less than five minutes, I saw &lt;strong&gt;two lines&lt;/strong&gt;, one line was faint, but it was &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;two lines!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart skipped a beat. Literally. I've always believed in miracles, I never imagined &lt;em&gt;I would experience one, inside me&lt;/em&gt;.  I closed my eyes, thanked &lt;strong&gt;Him&lt;/strong&gt; and prayed really really hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Denden &lt;/em&gt;didn't exactly believe it, he told me to take another test tomorrow.  But something inside me is telling that I need not take another test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first person I wanted to tell was &lt;em&gt;Mommy&lt;/em&gt;. I know she knew already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I ran off to tell &lt;em&gt;baby sister and Bamba&lt;/em&gt;. I handed her the test strip and she couldn't believe it either.  She kept crying for about 10 minutes. Tears of joy. &lt;em&gt;Bamba &lt;/em&gt;was speechless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to greet &lt;em&gt;Papa&lt;/em&gt; not only a Happy Father's Day today but a &lt;strong&gt;Happy Lolo's Day&lt;/strong&gt; as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;BUT&lt;/em&gt;--- not yet. We needed to be sure, 100% sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048214677078502093-6862723583185716782?l=iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/feeds/6862723583185716782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/07/june-19-fathers-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/6862723583185716782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/6862723583185716782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/07/june-19-fathers-day.html' title='June 19: Father&apos;s Day'/><author><name>nuni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03769317038730988735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/STjlnFyo5dI/AAAAAAAAByM/IMIm-P2tNNg/S220/DSC_6592.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f58S4haQKqo/TkOKnW2DHTI/AAAAAAAACwY/_w3-k8T2dJ8/s72-c/Test%2B%25285%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048214677078502093.post-4908342223129595303</id><published>2011-07-07T11:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T23:30:04.327+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='infertility'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Confessions Part Three</title><content type='html'>This is last of my &lt;em&gt;three-part-confession&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I had my first period, it &lt;strong&gt;always, always, always &lt;/strong&gt;came every month.  Lately, I kept on praying for it not to come but it will always do, between days 29-31 of my cycle. Thus marks the end of one period and the start of another month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rf6uvty4Ue4/TkNNtLF2QXI/AAAAAAAACv4/gK8BowkmZb4/s1600/ptsresultimage.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 187px; height: 311px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rf6uvty4Ue4/TkNNtLF2QXI/AAAAAAAACv4/gK8BowkmZb4/s400/ptsresultimage.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639436596864762226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time that I took my &lt;a href="http://www.early-pregnancy-tests.com/inpregtesstr.html"&gt;pregnancy test &lt;/a&gt;was during one of the months that we did IUI.  It think it was only day 30 of my cycle but I was pretty excited because of the IUI so I took the test. Based on the instructions, immerse strip vertically for three seconds on the first morning urine. Lay on flat furface then wait. If two lines appear, it’s positive.  If one line appears, it's negative. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited for 5, 10 15 minutes but the second line didn’t appear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a heartache. I vowed to myself never to take a pregnancy test again, unless my period is really delayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048214677078502093-4908342223129595303?l=iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/feeds/4908342223129595303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/07/confessions-part-three.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/4908342223129595303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/4908342223129595303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/07/confessions-part-three.html' title='Confessions Part Three'/><author><name>nuni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03769317038730988735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/STjlnFyo5dI/AAAAAAAAByM/IMIm-P2tNNg/S220/DSC_6592.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rf6uvty4Ue4/TkNNtLF2QXI/AAAAAAAACv4/gK8BowkmZb4/s72-c/ptsresultimage.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048214677078502093.post-7203617486099047399</id><published>2011-07-06T11:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T15:03:05.199+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='infertility'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Confessions Part Two</title><content type='html'>After a few more months of trying, we opted to go a specialist.  We searched for the best &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Reproductive_endocrinology_and_infertility"&gt;reproductive endocrinologist and infertility&lt;/a&gt; specialist in town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first month, we have gone through more evasive screening and hormonal testing.  I was put on weight reduction drugs and hormonal pills. And the first procedure.  I underwent &lt;a href="http://www.fertilityfactor.com/fertility_tests_hysterosonogram.html"&gt;hysterosonogram&lt;/a&gt; to check if my tubes are blocked.  It was a painful experience for me. But I got my prize, my fallopian tubes are okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fXNtG5ppf8M/TkNGp73HDkI/AAAAAAAACvw/NQ51iDNFD5Y/s1600/IUI-picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fXNtG5ppf8M/TkNGp73HDkI/AAAAAAAACvw/NQ51iDNFD5Y/s400/IUI-picture.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639428844655414850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second month, I was excited as we were told that we’ll try &lt;a href="http://www.advancedfertility.com/insem.htm"&gt;Intrauterine Insemination&lt;/a&gt; for the first time.  There were a number of drugs prescribed for the preparation.  The D-day came.  Sperm collection and washing.  When sperm is ready, speculum is placed and sperm is placed in the cervix through a catheter.  Legs up for half an hour then you’re good to go.  Similar to hysterosonogram, I was actually relieved that it wasn’t as painful.  But the catch is, this IUI is not only the first time, but the second time as well. We had to do double.  After the procedure, progesterone gel needs to be administered until the scheduled period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third month, my period came and we had to go through IUI again. Admittedly, it was quite stressful and draining, to the budget as well.  This time, it wasn’t a double IUI. I prayed harder this time and kept my hopes up.  But it wasn’t successful as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fourth month, we took a break from IUI and I underwent a laparoscopic removal of an &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Endometrial_polyp"&gt;endometrial polyp&lt;/a&gt;.  A mass in the inner lining of the uterus detected through the ultrasound.  Ironically, after a few weeks, an endometrial polyp was found once again on the ultrasound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fifth month was the last straw.  With fingers crossed, we repeated the IUI again.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could have guessed right, after a hysterosonogram, an operation and four sessions of IUI’s, it wasn’t successful.  We decided to take a break.  Aggressive as the fertility work up was, physically and emotionally, it was exhausting.  We thought we should just save for next step, which is &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/In_vitro_fertilisation"&gt;IVF&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048214677078502093-7203617486099047399?l=iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/feeds/7203617486099047399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/07/confessions-part-two.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/7203617486099047399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/7203617486099047399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/07/confessions-part-two.html' title='Confessions Part Two'/><author><name>nuni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03769317038730988735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/STjlnFyo5dI/AAAAAAAAByM/IMIm-P2tNNg/S220/DSC_6592.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fXNtG5ppf8M/TkNGp73HDkI/AAAAAAAACvw/NQ51iDNFD5Y/s72-c/IUI-picture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048214677078502093.post-9075392026866302751</id><published>2011-07-05T10:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T15:03:46.903+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='infertility'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Confessions Part One</title><content type='html'>Ever since I tied the knot almost four years ago, I declared to the world that I still have other plans before wanting to have a baby.  I’ve always thought that I don’t want to be knocked up first, then, get married.  And in actuality, I felt my wedding was a little overdue since my ideal age was 25 and I was 2 years past that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year after the wedding, I secretly wanted to have a baby.  But this I kept to myself and I had to stick to the plan, which fortunately is falling into proper places. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another year has passed and by then, nothing has happened still.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the day came that I had to confess to the world that yes, we are trying to conceive.  &lt;br /&gt;By this time, I have learned to chart my monthly &lt;a href="http://www.fertilityfriend.com/index.php"&gt;fertility calendar&lt;/a&gt;, even taking my &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Basal_body_temperature"&gt;BBT&lt;/a&gt;’s in the morning.  Months had passed and as expected on the calendar, my period never missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zrrMIGGB5bs/TkNEtNLdIeI/AAAAAAAACvo/Ol8-3S3FhNs/s1600/clomid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 282px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zrrMIGGB5bs/TkNEtNLdIeI/AAAAAAAACvo/Ol8-3S3FhNs/s400/clomid.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639426701820502498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for the first time, we decided to get a “medical opinion.”  Nothing extra ordinary, just the OB-GYNE, health card accredited doctor.  I took the routine tests and I found out that I have “more than the normal” number of follicles in my ovaries, thus, the diagnosis is &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Polycystic_ovary_syndrome"&gt;PCOS&lt;/a&gt; while hubby’s supply is running low.  We took recommended medication and one step forward, &lt;a href="http://infertility.about.com/od/infertilitytreatments/a/clomid101.htm"&gt;clomid&lt;/a&gt;-follicle monitoring-&lt;a href="http://www.drugs.com/cdi/pregnyl.html"&gt;pregnyl&lt;/a&gt; for two cycles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In both times, my period came on the day it’s supposed to come.  I brushed my frustration aside because I didn’t want to lose hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048214677078502093-9075392026866302751?l=iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/feeds/9075392026866302751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/07/confessions-part-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/9075392026866302751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/9075392026866302751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/07/confessions-part-one.html' title='Confessions Part One'/><author><name>nuni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03769317038730988735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/STjlnFyo5dI/AAAAAAAAByM/IMIm-P2tNNg/S220/DSC_6592.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zrrMIGGB5bs/TkNEtNLdIeI/AAAAAAAACvo/Ol8-3S3FhNs/s72-c/clomid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048214677078502093.post-3929012083229010268</id><published>2011-07-01T14:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T14:23:25.088+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><title type='text'>Still pogi?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Nr0x_EIvc04/TiPQdMFpJiI/AAAAAAAACvY/KoD4Z7JwAOo/s1600/kito.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Nr0x_EIvc04/TiPQdMFpJiI/AAAAAAAACvY/KoD4Z7JwAOo/s320/kito.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630573159022929442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He we opted for the bald look this time. After three months, it's time for &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Quito&lt;/span&gt; to have his pamper day again.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was still scared after we picked him up from the pet clinic. After some time, he seemed happy with his new look, plus it's tidier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked like a baby pitbull but for me, he's still "pogi."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048214677078502093-3929012083229010268?l=iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/feeds/3929012083229010268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/07/still-pogi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/3929012083229010268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/3929012083229010268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/07/still-pogi.html' title='Still pogi?'/><author><name>nuni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03769317038730988735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/STjlnFyo5dI/AAAAAAAAByM/IMIm-P2tNNg/S220/DSC_6592.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Nr0x_EIvc04/TiPQdMFpJiI/AAAAAAAACvY/KoD4Z7JwAOo/s72-c/kito.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048214677078502093.post-1685734333778540299</id><published>2011-06-18T13:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T14:18:34.168+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decor'/><title type='text'>Exploding Mirrors</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MVoiTf1P4gM/TiPOm1gyD-I/AAAAAAAACvQ/rHqayjq92tA/s1600/mirror.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MVoiTf1P4gM/TiPOm1gyD-I/AAAAAAAACvQ/rHqayjq92tA/s400/mirror.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630571125738180578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He finally found the right decoration to replace the big mirror in our living room.  Bought during his trip to the US, at Ikea.  This time, instead of one big mirror, he decided to get 4 sets of 4 mirrors, &lt;a href="http://www.ikea.com/us/en/catalog/products/60074007"&gt;Sorli&lt;/a&gt;.  They are squares with curved corners. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally settled on the design after a few discussions.  Yes, we are both engineers, not artists. Thus, we call this, the exploding mirrors.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048214677078502093-1685734333778540299?l=iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/feeds/1685734333778540299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/06/exploding-mirrors.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/1685734333778540299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/1685734333778540299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/06/exploding-mirrors.html' title='Exploding Mirrors'/><author><name>nuni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03769317038730988735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/STjlnFyo5dI/AAAAAAAAByM/IMIm-P2tNNg/S220/DSC_6592.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MVoiTf1P4gM/TiPOm1gyD-I/AAAAAAAACvQ/rHqayjq92tA/s72-c/mirror.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048214677078502093.post-5899414954316162083</id><published>2011-06-01T14:34:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T11:53:41.683+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><title type='text'>Sleeping babies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E7rE7oI94NI/TiPUCdJowZI/AAAAAAAACvg/megzMrInKdA/s1600/sleep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E7rE7oI94NI/TiPUCdJowZI/AAAAAAAACvg/megzMrInKdA/s400/sleep.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630577097793126802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to make &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Yoquito&lt;/span&gt; fall asleep.  This time perhaps, he just got sleepy because &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Denden&lt;/span&gt; slept first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048214677078502093-5899414954316162083?l=iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/feeds/5899414954316162083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/06/sleeping-babies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/5899414954316162083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/5899414954316162083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/06/sleeping-babies.html' title='Sleeping babies'/><author><name>nuni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03769317038730988735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/STjlnFyo5dI/AAAAAAAAByM/IMIm-P2tNNg/S220/DSC_6592.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E7rE7oI94NI/TiPUCdJowZI/AAAAAAAACvg/megzMrInKdA/s72-c/sleep.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048214677078502093.post-1542009921958559539</id><published>2011-05-04T14:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T14:53:00.475+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='U.P.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Sampip</title><content type='html'>It had been a while since I passed by the roads of &lt;strong&gt;Katipunan&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;C.P. Garcia&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Plus I heard &lt;a href="http://www.tristancafe.com/music/flash/sampip.html"&gt;Parokya ni Edgar's Sampip&lt;/a&gt; this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;Reminded me of &lt;strong&gt;U.P. Fair&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Nostalgic.&lt;br /&gt;I miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some people love shoes of certain kinds&lt;br /&gt;Some people love afternoons or the way the moon shines&lt;br /&gt;And they have their reasons to feel the way they do&lt;br /&gt;That's why I asked myself what it is with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Is there something wrong with the way I speak?&lt;br /&gt; Do you even see me when I pass you on the street?&lt;br /&gt; I close my eyes and let it be&lt;br /&gt; Because I just can't see&lt;br /&gt; Why you love to hate me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people love weekends because they can fool around&lt;br /&gt;Some people love thunderstorms because of how the drops of rain fall down&lt;br /&gt;And they have their own reasons&lt;br /&gt;Whatever they may be&lt;br /&gt;That's why I think it's kindda funny that you don't have one for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Is there something wrong with the way I speak?&lt;br /&gt; Do you even see me when I pass you on the street?&lt;br /&gt; I close my eyes and let it be&lt;br /&gt; Because I just can't see&lt;br /&gt; Why you love to hate me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it sucks to face the truth that I ain't got no reasons too&lt;br /&gt;Whenever asked the simple question why I feel the way I do&lt;br /&gt;And I know it's stupid on my part to say that I love you&lt;br /&gt;Even though I know you hate me&lt;br /&gt;And you don't know why you do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Is there something wrong with the way I speak?&lt;br /&gt; Do you even see me when I pass you on the street?&lt;br /&gt; I close my eyes and let it be&lt;br /&gt; Because I just can't see&lt;br /&gt; Why you love to hate me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048214677078502093-1542009921958559539?l=iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.tristancafe.com/music/flash/sampip.html' title='Sampip'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/feeds/1542009921958559539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/05/sampip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/1542009921958559539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/1542009921958559539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/05/sampip.html' title='Sampip'/><author><name>nuni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03769317038730988735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/STjlnFyo5dI/AAAAAAAAByM/IMIm-P2tNNg/S220/DSC_6592.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048214677078502093.post-5616627177987899669</id><published>2011-05-03T14:49:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T10:50:33.370+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Batangas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adventure'/><title type='text'>Beachin' Around</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_CR9vS3HQFU/Tb-wVVnU6yI/AAAAAAAACvE/lgqtJubEhgE/s1600/IMG_0324.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_CR9vS3HQFU/Tb-wVVnU6yI/AAAAAAAACvE/lgqtJubEhgE/s320/IMG_0324.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602390342098021154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't attend last year's company outing. The years before that, fun memories were almost a blur to me.  This year was different, perhaps because I was looking forward to spending time with someone, who might not be around for long, since she might be leaving for "better opportunities."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our company chose &lt;a href="http://www.canyoncove.com.ph/"&gt;Canyon Cove&lt;/a&gt;, a place not new to me anymore.  Good place, nice beach, big swimming pool and free food. After the "official activities", we had our own free time: banana boat ride, swimming and watching the sunset.  When it was time to leave, we packed our bags with smiles on our faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cpntjEXodcA/Tb-urse5laI/AAAAAAAACu0/XSpi8AMqJmY/s1600/bong%2527s%2B%25281%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cpntjEXodcA/Tb-urse5laI/AAAAAAAACu0/XSpi8AMqJmY/s320/bong%2527s%2B%25281%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602388527170557346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The not so good unfortunate accident with &lt;em&gt;Ikoy&lt;/em&gt; last time time I went here was replaced with better memories. And it was genuinely a good day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048214677078502093-5616627177987899669?l=iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/feeds/5616627177987899669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/05/beachin-around.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/5616627177987899669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/5616627177987899669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/05/beachin-around.html' title='Beachin&apos; Around'/><author><name>nuni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03769317038730988735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/STjlnFyo5dI/AAAAAAAAByM/IMIm-P2tNNg/S220/DSC_6592.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_CR9vS3HQFU/Tb-wVVnU6yI/AAAAAAAACvE/lgqtJubEhgE/s72-c/IMG_0324.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048214677078502093.post-4414746470135552051</id><published>2011-04-29T14:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T14:49:25.664+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><title type='text'>Bye Ginger</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LwbPPvVExwU/Tb-lDIrzfSI/AAAAAAAACus/Up86E1S0Sp0/s1600/DSC_0720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LwbPPvVExwU/Tb-lDIrzfSI/AAAAAAAACus/Up86E1S0Sp0/s320/DSC_0720.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602377934761590050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of extra toes on her foot, &lt;br /&gt;she was &lt;em&gt;Ginger&lt;/em&gt; to us.&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;em&gt;Shinsher&lt;/em&gt; to &lt;strong&gt;Ikoy&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;It was heartbreaking.&lt;br /&gt;We will miss you.&lt;br /&gt;But as &lt;strong&gt;Kuya Shosh &lt;/strong&gt;said, &lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;All dogs go to heaven."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048214677078502093-4414746470135552051?l=iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/feeds/4414746470135552051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/04/bye-ginger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/4414746470135552051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/4414746470135552051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/04/bye-ginger.html' title='Bye Ginger'/><author><name>nuni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03769317038730988735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/STjlnFyo5dI/AAAAAAAAByM/IMIm-P2tNNg/S220/DSC_6592.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LwbPPvVExwU/Tb-lDIrzfSI/AAAAAAAACus/Up86E1S0Sp0/s72-c/DSC_0720.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048214677078502093.post-6563119290632703564</id><published>2011-04-20T11:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T11:34:47.934+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sister'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Ohana</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O2ZutUjf-Kg/Ta5TsRn7JqI/AAAAAAAACuk/DRWNnJc7OoM/s1600/DSC_1747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O2ZutUjf-Kg/Ta5TsRn7JqI/AAAAAAAACuk/DRWNnJc7OoM/s320/DSC_1747.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597503406978311842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Singapore &lt;/span&gt;emails me and tells me she might not be able to be home on &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;New Year&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told little sister this is what she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;No! "Ohana!"&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said it in an anxious and panic-mode, but merciful tone, like a little angel brat. Yes, it's contradicting, I couldn't explain either. So I asked her what &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ohana &lt;/span&gt;means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's from &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0275847/"&gt;Lilo and Stitch&lt;/a&gt;, "Ohana" means family. Family means nobody gets left behind. Or forgotten. &lt;br /&gt;Either she comes here or we go to her on &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;New Year&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't contradict.&lt;br /&gt;I told this to sister in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Singapore&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;She couldn't contradict either.&lt;br /&gt;We'll find a way, after all, it's just &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;April&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048214677078502093-6563119290632703564?l=iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/feeds/6563119290632703564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/04/ohana.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/6563119290632703564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/6563119290632703564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/04/ohana.html' title='Ohana'/><author><name>nuni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03769317038730988735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/STjlnFyo5dI/AAAAAAAAByM/IMIm-P2tNNg/S220/DSC_6592.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O2ZutUjf-Kg/Ta5TsRn7JqI/AAAAAAAACuk/DRWNnJc7OoM/s72-c/DSC_1747.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048214677078502093.post-4282187979439646784</id><published>2011-04-19T14:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T14:40:02.949+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nuni likes'/><title type='text'>Bagong Gupit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3phfMN7Y6DI/Ta0spd8b76I/AAAAAAAACuE/ph9SCbXQ4cE/s1600/bagong%2Bgupit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3phfMN7Y6DI/Ta0spd8b76I/AAAAAAAACuE/ph9SCbXQ4cE/s320/bagong%2Bgupit.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597179002815770530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got jealous of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Yoquito&lt;/span&gt;'s new haircut that's why we decided to go with the heat wave of summer.  It is indeed starting to get hot nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Denden&lt;/span&gt;'s growing his hair for a few months now and I must admit, I missed his "no-hair" look. So when he said it was hot and wanted to shave his head, I "seconded" the motion and got the electric shaver. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, after more than a year, and the free haircut coupon I got, I went to the salon and got my usual, short, a little below the ears, haircut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this summer welcome, heads up to higher electric bills!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048214677078502093-4282187979439646784?l=iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/feeds/4282187979439646784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/04/bagong-gupit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/4282187979439646784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/4282187979439646784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/04/bagong-gupit.html' title='Bagong Gupit'/><author><name>nuni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03769317038730988735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/STjlnFyo5dI/AAAAAAAAByM/IMIm-P2tNNg/S220/DSC_6592.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3phfMN7Y6DI/Ta0spd8b76I/AAAAAAAACuE/ph9SCbXQ4cE/s72-c/bagong%2Bgupit.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048214677078502093.post-154607221950994257</id><published>2011-04-12T15:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T11:09:03.464+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Walking the baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DIqp4sD5CRY/Ta081hKS32I/AAAAAAAACuU/WlLkR2bnDTo/s1600/DSC_2707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DIqp4sD5CRY/Ta081hKS32I/AAAAAAAACuU/WlLkR2bnDTo/s320/DSC_2707.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597196802023677794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time that &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Yoquito&lt;/span&gt; wore his shoes a few months ago, he didn't like it. He just lied on the floor and didn't want to walk, even stand up.  Now that he completed his vaccines, we were ready to tag him along every time we go out.  So we tried putting a collar and a leash. That, he didn't like either. So I was told that neck collars might harm dog's trachea and might cause respiratory problems especially if your dogs pulls the leash. Or in this case, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Yoquito&lt;/span&gt; might not want the collars because it's hurting this throat.  So, we looked for other options and found the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dog_harness"&gt;harness&lt;/a&gt;.  Harnesses go around the neck, in front of the shoulders, and behind the front legs. They are recommended for dogs who are prone to respiratory diseases because they do not put pressure on the throat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EVVF8L5SRq4/Ta0_Bt6TaxI/AAAAAAAACuc/EXIPH3MogBs/s1600/DSC_2715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EVVF8L5SRq4/Ta0_Bt6TaxI/AAAAAAAACuc/EXIPH3MogBs/s320/DSC_2715.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597199210627951378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, we tried both the harness and the shoes on the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;baby&lt;/span&gt;. At first he was uncomfortable on the shoes, he took big steps as if his feet got bigger. And after some time and was running and jumping inside the house.  Then, we put a leash on the harness and brought him out. Yey! He liked it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048214677078502093-154607221950994257?l=iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/feeds/154607221950994257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/04/walking-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/154607221950994257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/154607221950994257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/04/walking-baby.html' title='Walking the baby'/><author><name>nuni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03769317038730988735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/STjlnFyo5dI/AAAAAAAAByM/IMIm-P2tNNg/S220/DSC_6592.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DIqp4sD5CRY/Ta081hKS32I/AAAAAAAACuU/WlLkR2bnDTo/s72-c/DSC_2707.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048214677078502093.post-3878301618285112974</id><published>2011-04-11T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T15:32:54.050+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>First Haircut</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2-7qdHuz7Ug/Ta0vGJAOYJI/AAAAAAAACuM/vXHGJIzjAWw/s1600/quito.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2-7qdHuz7Ug/Ta0vGJAOYJI/AAAAAAAACuM/vXHGJIzjAWw/s320/quito.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597181694433976466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To celebrate &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Yoquito&lt;/span&gt;'s 6th month, we took him to the pet clinic/salon for his pamper day.  His fur has been growing, almost covering his face.  I was scared to cut it myself because I might hurt his eyes. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We took him to &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/PetExpress/109434339098430?sk=wall"&gt;Pet Express&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.smmallofasia.com/moa/moamap/index.html"&gt;MOA&lt;/a&gt;.  The complete pet grooming package included a haircut, bath, cleaning of the ears, nails and teeth.  He was recommended the "Summer-cut," about half an inch, as his fur wasn't too tangled to be completely shaved off.  It was good because I was having second thoughts of how he'd look if he has no fur. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being his first time, I know it will be stressful for him. We literally fight everytime I give him a bath or comb his fur. We had to help the "pet groomer" and hold &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Yoquito&lt;/span&gt; because he wouldn't sit/stand still.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it was not really a relaxing day for him, he seemed happy afterwards because he can see the world clearer now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048214677078502093-3878301618285112974?l=iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/feeds/3878301618285112974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/04/first-haircut.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/3878301618285112974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/3878301618285112974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/04/first-haircut.html' title='First Haircut'/><author><name>nuni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03769317038730988735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/STjlnFyo5dI/AAAAAAAAByM/IMIm-P2tNNg/S220/DSC_6592.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2-7qdHuz7Ug/Ta0vGJAOYJI/AAAAAAAACuM/vXHGJIzjAWw/s72-c/quito.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048214677078502093.post-6958675384811262105</id><published>2011-03-31T11:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T11:25:44.349+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Papa and Mama</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--yupWdF09Pw/TZQKNpQ17gI/AAAAAAAACt0/iRE4LOtYlus/s1600/DSC_2232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--yupWdF09Pw/TZQKNpQ17gI/AAAAAAAACt0/iRE4LOtYlus/s400/DSC_2232.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590104267004702210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever have any idea what would someone look like 10-20 years from now? As for &lt;em&gt;Denden&lt;/em&gt;, I do.  Because of my ever handsome and always smelling good, father-in-law, &lt;em&gt;Papa Renren&lt;/em&gt;. Adapted from how &lt;strong&gt;Ikoy&lt;/strong&gt; called him, &lt;em&gt;Tito Renren&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Papa Renren &lt;/em&gt;would always welcome me with a smile on his face and even if he's just wearing Sando, shorts and slippers from the "&lt;em&gt;Tindahan&lt;/em&gt;," he still smells good.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mama Helen&lt;/em&gt; would never run out of stories when we see them.  Even if stories are repeated over and over again.  I think it's her way of connecting.  And she has her own subtle way of asking 'how am I doing' and somehow showing that she cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mama and Papa&lt;/strong&gt;. I admire their simplicity in life.  Amidst their hardwork, they do not seem to worry.  They live a day one step at a time and they would set aside days where they would enjoy the fruits of their labor.  Yes, they've earned it.  Indeed, I am lucky to have them as my second parents.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048214677078502093-6958675384811262105?l=iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/feeds/6958675384811262105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/03/papa-and-mama.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/6958675384811262105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/6958675384811262105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/03/papa-and-mama.html' title='Papa and Mama'/><author><name>nuni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03769317038730988735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/STjlnFyo5dI/AAAAAAAAByM/IMIm-P2tNNg/S220/DSC_6592.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--yupWdF09Pw/TZQKNpQ17gI/AAAAAAAACt0/iRE4LOtYlus/s72-c/DSC_2232.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048214677078502093.post-6654930717585721947</id><published>2011-03-22T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T08:23:10.788+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Batangas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adventure'/><title type='text'>Wakeboarding</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XckpjQRJNRM/TZUWww9L63I/AAAAAAAACt8/IYXCq1CwEWo/s1600/Wakeboarding%2B%2528383%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XckpjQRJNRM/TZUWww9L63I/AAAAAAAACt8/IYXCq1CwEWo/s320/Wakeboarding%2B%2528383%2529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590399539481406322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tried wakeboarding at &lt;a href="http://lago-de-oro.com/"&gt;Lago de Oro&lt;/a&gt; with friends a couple of weeks back.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His first try was a failure. But before his second try, I screamed, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"I know you can do it, maiisip mo kung pano!"&lt;/span&gt;  And I was right! He was able to think of how to balance himself and he reached the end, with the "almost-turn", on his second attempt.  I cheered him on until the end, I was very proud of him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's who he is-- a very logical person. That's how he is-- he believes that there is a proper way to do everything.  This comes with the chronological step-by-step procedure and with the right tools, if applicable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, my three or so, attempts to wakeboard was a failure. But we had fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048214677078502093-6654930717585721947?l=iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/feeds/6654930717585721947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/03/wakeboarding.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/6654930717585721947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/6654930717585721947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/03/wakeboarding.html' title='Wakeboarding'/><author><name>nuni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03769317038730988735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/STjlnFyo5dI/AAAAAAAAByM/IMIm-P2tNNg/S220/DSC_6592.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XckpjQRJNRM/TZUWww9L63I/AAAAAAAACt8/IYXCq1CwEWo/s72-c/Wakeboarding%2B%2528383%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048214677078502093.post-328569609258193186</id><published>2011-03-01T11:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T11:51:43.692+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sandals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sanuk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slippers'/><title type='text'>These Are Not Shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lPPpPuh66VM/TZP5PBsPpdI/AAAAAAAACts/C3GuDX_mY3E/s1600/DSC_2555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lPPpPuh66VM/TZP5PBsPpdI/AAAAAAAACts/C3GuDX_mY3E/s400/DSC_2555.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590085599044281810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're Sandals.  These is what's placed on the tags of these footwear.  This is my latest favorite and by far, my favorite of my favorites: things that I wear with my feet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My definition of my comfy shoes are either slippers, sandals or any shoes that doesn't have heels. I've had difficulty finding closed-shoes that are comfortable, but when I had my first Sanuk sandal, my feet were the happiest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sanuk.ph/index.html"&gt;Sanuk&lt;/a&gt; is actually a surf brand, the maker of Sanuk sandals is a surfer who just wanted a pair of comfortable shoes with unique designs.  "Pursuit of happiness," this is what Sanuk means. Sanuk believes that it starts with your feet. If they're happy, they make your legs, hips, stomach and your whole body happy. Thus, happy feet take you to happy places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sanuk has a growing range of styles and designs. Most are unisex, but they also have gender-specific styles to fit one's preference. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried and tested mine, in short and longs walks, my feet won't sore.  In hot environment, mine has holes so air could go in and out.  It could stand cold environment as well.  When it rains and it gets wet, I didn't mind because I didn't feel uneasy.  After all, it was originally meant to be worn on a beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ikoy&lt;/span&gt; got his pair, it finally convinced &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Papa&lt;/span&gt; to have his own pair. We're Sanuk family now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048214677078502093-328569609258193186?l=iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/feeds/328569609258193186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/03/these-are-not-shoes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/328569609258193186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/328569609258193186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/03/these-are-not-shoes.html' title='These Are Not Shoes'/><author><name>nuni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03769317038730988735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/STjlnFyo5dI/AAAAAAAAByM/IMIm-P2tNNg/S220/DSC_6592.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lPPpPuh66VM/TZP5PBsPpdI/AAAAAAAACts/C3GuDX_mY3E/s72-c/DSC_2555.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048214677078502093.post-8502887216234786168</id><published>2011-02-24T11:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T11:14:03.720+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Games'/><title type='text'>Plants vs Zombies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y-9j2uyAdFo/TZPxWl0ZDoI/AAAAAAAACtk/X_wy27Brl64/s1600/pvz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 312px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y-9j2uyAdFo/TZPxWl0ZDoI/AAAAAAAACtk/X_wy27Brl64/s400/pvz.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590076932908191362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just documenting the longest I've been to &lt;a href="http://www.popcap.com/games/free/pvz"&gt;Plants vs Zombies&lt;/a&gt; Survival:Endless.  Yes, I've been addicted to this game for some time. &lt;br /&gt;Note1: I did not play this in one sitting. I've been saving the game for a few months and just played when I had nothing else to do. &lt;br /&gt;Note2: I did not cheat. I did not have unlimted sun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048214677078502093-8502887216234786168?l=iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/feeds/8502887216234786168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/02/plants-vs-zombies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/8502887216234786168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/8502887216234786168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/02/plants-vs-zombies.html' title='Plants vs Zombies'/><author><name>nuni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03769317038730988735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/STjlnFyo5dI/AAAAAAAAByM/IMIm-P2tNNg/S220/DSC_6592.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y-9j2uyAdFo/TZPxWl0ZDoI/AAAAAAAACtk/X_wy27Brl64/s72-c/pvz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048214677078502093.post-4509741501671262176</id><published>2011-02-13T10:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T11:55:17.055+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='childhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Manila'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Reminiscing with Churros Con Chocolate</title><content type='html'>When I was little, I spend summer vacations at my grandparents' house in &lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?q=labo+street+quezon+city&amp;um=1&amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;hq=&amp;hnear=Labo,+Quezon+City&amp;gl=ph&amp;ei=8-dZTbGgNITQceST0OoK&amp;sa=X&amp;oi=geocode_result&amp;ct=title&amp;resnum=1&amp;ved=0CBcQ8gEwAA"&gt;Labo&lt;/a&gt;. This is in &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;La Loma, Quezon City&lt;/span&gt;.  I look forward to these days because I get to spend time with &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Mamang, Daddy&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Tita Bebe&lt;/span&gt;, my other Tito's and Tita's, my cousins and my favorite cousin, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ate Deeday&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ate Deeday&lt;/span&gt;.  Yes, she was the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ate&lt;/span&gt; that I look up to. She had all the toys that I never had, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Barbie"&gt;Barbie/s&lt;/a&gt; with a big doll house, with all the clothes, shoes and accessories.  She had the complete series of the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nancy_Drew#Books"&gt;Nancy Drew&lt;/a&gt; books.  We were partners in crime and we would stay up late doing anything we want.  I also get to go with them on Ate's voice lessons in Yamaha, SM North Edsa/Centerpoint.  Or watch her Tae Kwon Do lessons.  Usually, I would just wait and watch. Afterwards, we eat and they treat me. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Tita and Ate&lt;/span&gt; would always have favorite restaurants that I never knew. Back then, dining out means eating a one-piece fried chicken and rice on a specific fast-food chain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jn8CzYC_V1A/TVnkv8VxTMI/AAAAAAAACtM/MB72d-mUses/s1600/dulcinea%2B%25282%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jn8CzYC_V1A/TVnkv8VxTMI/AAAAAAAACtM/MB72d-mUses/s320/dulcinea%2B%25282%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573737526150122690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thus, it's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Tita and Ate&lt;/span&gt; who introduced me to &lt;a href="http://www.virtualtourist.com/travel/Asia/Philippines/City_of_Manila/Manila-1391614/Restaurants-Manila-Rockwell-BR-1.html"&gt;Dulcinea&lt;/a&gt;.  Dulcinea has been around since 1960's and they serve mostly Spanish-Fusion menu combined.  I liked their deserts: cakes, cream puff and eclair.  But their famous &lt;a href="http://current.com/news/90982727_churros-con-chocolate-by-dulcinea.htm"&gt;Churros Con Chocolate&lt;/a&gt; is the best!  As a child then, I loved it and looked forward to the days when &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Tita or Ate&lt;/span&gt; would crave for Churros.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we passed by &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Dulcinea &lt;/span&gt; and decided to have desert there. Since it is the "&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Valentine's_Day"&gt;Love-Month&lt;/a&gt;", the churros were heart-shaped and looked extra-special.  As I dipped each one and took a bite on cruncy thinly fried pastry, memories of my childhood days in &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;La Loma&lt;/span&gt; came back to me.  Feeling like a child again, as I savored the bittersweet chocolate dip, there was also this tinge in my heart, mostly because of the happy thoughts and memories back then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048214677078502093-4509741501671262176?l=iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/feeds/4509741501671262176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/02/reminiscing-with-churros-con-chocolate.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/4509741501671262176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/4509741501671262176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/02/reminiscing-with-churros-con-chocolate.html' title='Reminiscing with Churros Con Chocolate'/><author><name>nuni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03769317038730988735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/STjlnFyo5dI/AAAAAAAAByM/IMIm-P2tNNg/S220/DSC_6592.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jn8CzYC_V1A/TVnkv8VxTMI/AAAAAAAACtM/MB72d-mUses/s72-c/dulcinea%2B%25282%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048214677078502093.post-3252363138478624533</id><published>2011-02-07T13:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T14:09:48.982+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Manila'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Frutti Froyo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x7FBIwtNeAk/TWSjqK5dBKI/AAAAAAAACtc/SKSJP_yM1fk/s1600/froyo3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x7FBIwtNeAk/TWSjqK5dBKI/AAAAAAAACtc/SKSJP_yM1fk/s320/froyo3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576762183466681506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Mama Cherub&lt;/span&gt;'s birthday gift to Ikoy, yogurt with all the toppings that he wants.  Where else but &lt;a href="http://fruttifroyo.com/"&gt;Frutti Froyo&lt;/a&gt;, our favorite.  This is the best yogurt place for us, because of the concept of make-your-own-yogurt.  They have a lot of choices for the flavored yogurts, aside from the plain.   Also, a wide variety of toppings: from cereals, nuts, chocolates, candies to fruits.  With a number of flavored syrups to add to the final taste.  We also love the colorful decorations and creative chairs and tables on the store. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ikoy was free to choose which topping he wanted, he was so excited to put his cup on top of the sweet toppings and chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing to describe his creation: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sugary&lt;/span&gt;. But he finished it in no time. It looked like a party for a the birthday boy because of the hats.  We promise to make up to him when he's seven, when &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Shashing&lt;/span&gt; is back in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Manila&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048214677078502093-3252363138478624533?l=iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/feeds/3252363138478624533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/02/frutti-froyo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/3252363138478624533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/3252363138478624533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/02/frutti-froyo.html' title='Frutti Froyo'/><author><name>nuni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03769317038730988735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/STjlnFyo5dI/AAAAAAAAByM/IMIm-P2tNNg/S220/DSC_6592.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x7FBIwtNeAk/TWSjqK5dBKI/AAAAAAAACtc/SKSJP_yM1fk/s72-c/froyo3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048214677078502093.post-9152797364790989762</id><published>2011-02-07T11:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T12:03:31.632+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toys'/><title type='text'>Teddy Coaster</title><content type='html'>Ikoy had a &lt;a href="http://www.mrbeanteddybear.com/"&gt;Mr. Bean Bear&lt;/a&gt; he once brought from their house.  Teddy has an "X" in his eyes, because of the button-effect.  That night, he slept with Teddy by his side, then in the morning he talked to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ikoy: Nuni, pwede mo ba ako ibili ng bear walang X sa eyes?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Bakit?&lt;br /&gt;Ikoy: Kasi si Teddy may X sa eyes. Kapag night na, natatakot ako sa X sa eyes nya e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lFIbkfX_r80/TWSFtsO5u2I/AAAAAAAACtU/b5Q-vdulOGo/s1600/DSC_1961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lFIbkfX_r80/TWSFtsO5u2I/AAAAAAAACtU/b5Q-vdulOGo/s320/DSC_1961.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576729258605788002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So for his birthday, I saw this cute little brown bear that has normal eyes. And gave it to him.  He immediately grabbed it and I was happy he liked it.  He even took Mr. Potatohead's eyeglasses and told me he was borrowing it for the bear. I asked what will be the bear's name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ikoy: Teddy!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Teddy na naman? Diba may bear ka na Teddy? Isip kang ibang name.&lt;br /&gt;Ikoy: Umm.. umm.. umm.. Alam ko na! Teddy Coaster.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus the name.&lt;br /&gt;He had one more question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ikoy: Nuni, si Teddy Coaster ba girl or boy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed and told him it was a boy.  &lt;br /&gt;If I could copy-paste a person from my life, it will definitely be little baby boy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048214677078502093-9152797364790989762?l=iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/feeds/9152797364790989762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/02/teddy-coaster.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/9152797364790989762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/9152797364790989762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/02/teddy-coaster.html' title='Teddy Coaster'/><author><name>nuni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03769317038730988735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/STjlnFyo5dI/AAAAAAAAByM/IMIm-P2tNNg/S220/DSC_6592.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lFIbkfX_r80/TWSFtsO5u2I/AAAAAAAACtU/b5Q-vdulOGo/s72-c/DSC_1961.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048214677078502093.post-6793289148834237180</id><published>2011-02-04T07:36:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T13:20:02.376+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>Love and Other Drugs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/TVITYN9mxlI/AAAAAAAACs8/xkRooN9H0gw/s1600/lvoe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 317px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/TVITYN9mxlI/AAAAAAAACs8/xkRooN9H0gw/s320/lvoe.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571536995796567634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An addition to my favorite movies, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0758752/"&gt;Love and Other Drugs&lt;/a&gt; is about an "almost-perfect-but-isn't-aware-that-he-is guy" and a girl with Parkinson's disease. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could relate to the fact that Jake Gyllenhaal's role is a medical representative, because my mom and my sister had/have the same profession. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie revolves around their journey to finding love and falling in love in the least expected circumstances. The last conversation made me cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie: Unfortunately, I need you and you need me.&lt;br /&gt;Maggie: No I don't...&lt;br /&gt;Jamie: Yes you do... you need someone to take care of you. &lt;br /&gt;Maggie: No I don't... &lt;br /&gt;Jamie: Everybody does.&lt;br /&gt;Maggie: I'm going to need you more than you need me.&lt;br /&gt;Jamie: That's okay.&lt;br /&gt;Maggie: No, it's not!! It isn't fair. I have places to go.&lt;br /&gt;Jamie: You'll go there. I just may have to carry you. &lt;br /&gt;Maggie: I can't ask you to do that...&lt;br /&gt;Jamie: You didn't..  Let's just say, in some alternate universe, there's a couple that's just like us. Only she's healthy and he's perfect and their world is about how much money they're gonna spend on vacation, who's on a mad mood that day or whether  he'll give it you on having a cleaning lady... I don't wanna be those people. I want us. You. This.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the thing you want most doesn't happen and sometimes the thing you never expect to happen, does... I don't know - you meet thousands of people and none of them really touch you. And then you meet one person and your life is changed. Forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048214677078502093-6793289148834237180?l=iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/feeds/6793289148834237180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/02/love-and-other-drugs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/6793289148834237180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/6793289148834237180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/02/love-and-other-drugs.html' title='Love and Other Drugs'/><author><name>nuni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03769317038730988735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/STjlnFyo5dI/AAAAAAAAByM/IMIm-P2tNNg/S220/DSC_6592.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/TVITYN9mxlI/AAAAAAAACs8/xkRooN9H0gw/s72-c/lvoe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048214677078502093.post-5759238075640273718</id><published>2011-02-04T07:35:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T08:02:45.686+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Manila'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singapore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Bonchon Chicken</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_qA25Tn2jDA/TVm-1cDGJ8I/AAAAAAAACtE/xUI7AwQLJFA/s1600/P1000018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_qA25Tn2jDA/TVm-1cDGJ8I/AAAAAAAACtE/xUI7AwQLJFA/s320/P1000018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573695839119222722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese New Year dinner last night,we were thinking of where to eat.  And  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Bamba&lt;/span&gt; came up with a bright idea, &lt;a href="http://www.clickthecity.com/metro/?p=9842"&gt;Bonchon Chicken&lt;/a&gt;.  I remember that this is &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Shashing and Kuya Shosh&lt;/span&gt;'s favorite in Singapore but I never had a chance to taste it.  I'm surprised that we now have it here in Manila.  And glad, at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super yummy Soy Chicken! A different kind of "fried" chicken because of the unusual taste.  Said to be healthier. With a reasonable prices.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure to be one included on my list happy foods.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048214677078502093-5759238075640273718?l=iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/feeds/5759238075640273718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/02/bonchon-chicken.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/5759238075640273718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/5759238075640273718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/02/bonchon-chicken.html' title='Bonchon Chicken'/><author><name>nuni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03769317038730988735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/STjlnFyo5dI/AAAAAAAAByM/IMIm-P2tNNg/S220/DSC_6592.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_qA25Tn2jDA/TVm-1cDGJ8I/AAAAAAAACtE/xUI7AwQLJFA/s72-c/P1000018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048214677078502093.post-5886144045521945912</id><published>2011-02-03T11:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T12:04:43.478+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><title type='text'>Dog Factory</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/TUomw6H0XPI/AAAAAAAACs0/Nbaw4moHYZw/s1600/DSC_1926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/TUomw6H0XPI/AAAAAAAACs0/Nbaw4moHYZw/s400/DSC_1926.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569306510874664178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the first week of December, Ginger gave birth to six puppies. We call their breed, "Labraskals."  Because they are a mixture of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ginger and Gabi&lt;/span&gt;, a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mixed-breed_dog"&gt;mongrel&lt;/a&gt; and a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Labrador_Retriever"&gt;Labrador&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks later, it was &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Casper'&lt;/span&gt;s turn. She had three.  So, for almost two months now, we have been raising nine baby puppies in the house! Plus the four adults and of course, the babiest baby, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Yoquito&lt;/span&gt;(Yes, I have favoritism.).  All in all, we have &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;14 dogs in the house&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One by one, we're giving the pups away for adoption, it was quite tough taking care of them all, but I can't help it if we're blessed with too many babies (just puppies at this time..).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree with &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Shashing&lt;/span&gt;, our house is a dog factory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048214677078502093-5886144045521945912?l=iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/feeds/5886144045521945912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/02/dog-factory.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/5886144045521945912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/5886144045521945912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/02/dog-factory.html' title='Dog Factory'/><author><name>nuni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03769317038730988735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/STjlnFyo5dI/AAAAAAAAByM/IMIm-P2tNNg/S220/DSC_6592.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/TUomw6H0XPI/AAAAAAAACs0/Nbaw4moHYZw/s72-c/DSC_1926.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048214677078502093.post-7009325562768916294</id><published>2011-01-20T15:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T15:31:04.706+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gingerbread Man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toys'/><title type='text'>Gingerbread Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/TTfifU0f4WI/AAAAAAAACsk/NAXeMurMEqg/s1600/DSC_1803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/TTfifU0f4WI/AAAAAAAACsk/NAXeMurMEqg/s400/DSC_1803.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564164892432261474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a special treat for &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ikoy&lt;/span&gt;.  Aside from spending time with him on weekends, picking him up from his house, going to malls then sleeping over, he had a special visitor last Christmas.  We explained that since Santa Claus could not come because he's sick, he just sent &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gingy"&gt;Gingerbread Man&lt;/a&gt; to greet him a Merry Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister got this costume from her officemate and it really is &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Gingerbread Man&lt;/span&gt;.  When &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ikoy &lt;/span&gt;came, one of us hid and wore costume.  Ikoy couldn't believe his eyes!  He was speechless. He looked curiously, hugged him and listened when &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Gingy&lt;/span&gt; told him to be a good boy always.  Gingerbread Man couldn't stay, after a few minutes he had to say goodbye. (It was hard wearing it for too long because it gets too hot.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ikoy &lt;/span&gt;bid &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Gingy &lt;/span&gt;goodbye and looked forward for his next visit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048214677078502093-7009325562768916294?l=iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/feeds/7009325562768916294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/01/gingerbread-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/7009325562768916294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/7009325562768916294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2011/01/gingerbread-man.html' title='Gingerbread Man'/><author><name>nuni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03769317038730988735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/STjlnFyo5dI/AAAAAAAAByM/IMIm-P2tNNg/S220/DSC_6592.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/TTfifU0f4WI/AAAAAAAACsk/NAXeMurMEqg/s72-c/DSC_1803.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048214677078502093.post-2839781008116024860</id><published>2010-12-25T11:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T11:48:26.029+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='papa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traditions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Papogs' opened gift</title><content type='html'>Christmas this year was a little different.  It was the first Christmas eve in my sisters' new house.  It was the longest time that &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Papogs &lt;/span&gt;stayed there.  We had to make the most out of the time that &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Lij &lt;/span&gt;is here.  It's like everyday is a weekend for three weeks, aside from the fact that I couldn't get away with the usual Christmas traditions:  cooking spaghetti &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(five times for the whole month of December&lt;/span&gt;), making refrigerated cake (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;six times&lt;/span&gt;) and mommy's fruit salad recipe (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;twice! we ran out before New year's eve!&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A highlight this Christmas is our gift to &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Papogs&lt;/span&gt;.  Just like &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ikoy&lt;/span&gt;, a couple  of days before Christmas, he had been snooping under the Christmas tree to see which wrapped gift/s is his.  But his gift wasn’t there!  Until the night before Christmas.  At the stroke of midnight, we sat around the big and colorful Christmas tree and started giving gifts to each other.  He sat at the corner, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;impatiently &lt;/span&gt;waiting for his gift.  When there were no gifts left under  the tree, he said he was tried and wanted to go the sleep.  It was then that we took our gift from the car and gave it to him.  Can you see the smile on his face?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He waited until the boys got it out from the box, and set it up.  And he said he was sleepy.   &lt;br /&gt;But we were happy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Disclaimer&lt;/span&gt;: my share on Papa’s gift is just a fraction, it was mostly from &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Lij&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/TS6ZxmYx0nI/AAAAAAAACr0/XvR_riS3b_o/s1600/DSC_1507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/TS6ZxmYx0nI/AAAAAAAACr0/XvR_riS3b_o/s400/DSC_1507.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561551667246256754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048214677078502093-2839781008116024860?l=iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/feeds/2839781008116024860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2010/12/papogss-opened-gift.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/2839781008116024860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/2839781008116024860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2010/12/papogss-opened-gift.html' title='Papogs&apos; opened gift'/><author><name>nuni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03769317038730988735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/STjlnFyo5dI/AAAAAAAAByM/IMIm-P2tNNg/S220/DSC_6592.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/TS6ZxmYx0nI/AAAAAAAACr0/XvR_riS3b_o/s72-c/DSC_1507.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048214677078502093.post-6373904728622813979</id><published>2010-12-23T14:24:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T16:41:13.664+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ikoy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toys'/><title type='text'>Iko's opened gifts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/TS6e61G0hrI/AAAAAAAACsE/lA8t39IEfNY/s1600/papa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/TS6e61G0hrI/AAAAAAAACsE/lA8t39IEfNY/s200/papa.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561557323374429874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/TS6dkaaEVGI/AAAAAAAACr8/9UVJC02cutY/s1600/mrs%2Bpotato.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/TS6dkaaEVGI/AAAAAAAACr8/9UVJC02cutY/s200/mrs%2Bpotato.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561555838738650210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This boy,or should I say, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Woody&lt;/span&gt;, is probably the luckiest boy in the whole world.  But he deserves it.  Because he was a very good boy and he patiently waited for the right time that we said, "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Pwede na i-open ang gifts mo&lt;/span&gt;."  To think that it had been standing there, underneath the Christmas tree for several weeks now.  From time to time, he checks if his gifts were still there and accounted for.  And he would be a little more excited if he finds out that there are new gifts waiting for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2010/11/ang-misis-ni-mr-potatohead.html"&gt;Mises Potatohead &lt;/a&gt;was unwrapped and finally out of the box.  It was not Ikoy who was the happiest.  It's Mr. Potatohead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/TS6iqw_SLjI/AAAAAAAACsM/_Koc7QaLP-U/s1600/transformers.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/TS6iqw_SLjI/AAAAAAAACsM/_Koc7QaLP-U/s200/transformers.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561561445437681202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another long-awaited for gift is Shashing and Kuya Shosh's--- whole else would be happy but Bumblebee because &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Optimus_Prime_(Transformers)"&gt;Optimus Prime&lt;/a&gt; is here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/TS6je4I6O5I/AAAAAAAACsU/-rphEnqDh3Q/s1600/mamake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/TS6je4I6O5I/AAAAAAAACsU/-rphEnqDh3Q/s200/mamake.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561562340710300562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mama Cherub and Bamba had many extra gifts but the main event was Cars!  We had him a Cars racing track which specifically requested when he saw in a magazine once.  And, we had completed his &lt;a href="http://disney.go.com/cars/cars2/index-cars2.html"&gt;Cars &lt;/a&gt;collection: Lightning Mcqueen and Mater buddies are now here: Chicks, Guido, Doc Hudson, Sally, The King and the Dinoco Helicopter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/TS6lVBuKTSI/AAAAAAAACsc/mKfuaQcnl18/s1600/cars.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/TS6lVBuKTSI/AAAAAAAACsc/mKfuaQcnl18/s320/cars.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561564370507025698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, we were as happy and as excited as &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ikoy&lt;/span&gt;.  Not only because he was very happy of his new toys, but also because it is also &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;OUR &lt;/span&gt;new toys. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048214677078502093-6373904728622813979?l=iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/feeds/6373904728622813979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2010/12/ikos-opened-gift.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/6373904728622813979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/6373904728622813979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2010/12/ikos-opened-gift.html' title='Iko&apos;s opened gifts'/><author><name>nuni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03769317038730988735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/STjlnFyo5dI/AAAAAAAAByM/IMIm-P2tNNg/S220/DSC_6592.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/TS6e61G0hrI/AAAAAAAACsE/lA8t39IEfNY/s72-c/papa.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048214677078502093.post-1750294999780091051</id><published>2010-12-08T10:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T16:42:00.005+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ikoy'/><title type='text'>The Magician Strikes Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/TQA-Xe273lI/AAAAAAAACrA/bOTsP_D9EeA/s1600/DSC_0669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/TQA-Xe273lI/AAAAAAAACrA/bOTsP_D9EeA/s200/DSC_0669.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548503314061844050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He put on his Krispy Kreme &lt;em&gt;magician hat&lt;/em&gt;, (that he personally asked the Kripy Kreme staff for...) got the balloon stick as his &lt;em&gt;magician wan&lt;/em&gt;d and went in front of all of us and announced that he will be performing his magic tricks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/TQBJNrdT_gI/AAAAAAAACrI/NeCWouYHrLg/s1600/DSC_0665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/TQBJNrdT_gI/AAAAAAAACrI/NeCWouYHrLg/s200/DSC_0665.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548515240273247746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There isn't really a trick this time, but he deserved an applause for being our little baby, turning out to be our little big baby boy...now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048214677078502093-1750294999780091051?l=iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/feeds/1750294999780091051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2010/12/magician-strikes-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/1750294999780091051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/1750294999780091051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2010/12/magician-strikes-again.html' title='The Magician Strikes Again'/><author><name>nuni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03769317038730988735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/STjlnFyo5dI/AAAAAAAAByM/IMIm-P2tNNg/S220/DSC_6592.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/TQA-Xe273lI/AAAAAAAACrA/bOTsP_D9EeA/s72-c/DSC_0669.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048214677078502093.post-2085913029092316248</id><published>2010-12-03T11:18:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T13:37:06.475+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><title type='text'>Newest baby in the house</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/TQBReJCskHI/AAAAAAAACrQ/Z3tEvS-oJlY/s1600/DSC_0524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/TQBReJCskHI/AAAAAAAACrQ/Z3tEvS-oJlY/s200/DSC_0524.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548524319185604722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our newest baby just got home this week.  I was hesitating to get another dog, even a "&lt;em&gt;higher&lt;/em&gt;"-maintenance dog, a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shih_Tzu"&gt;Shih-Tzu&lt;/a&gt;.  But my sister was right!  When I saw him, I couldn't resist.  He looks just like his dad, thus the name, &lt;strong&gt;YOQUITO&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;QUITO&lt;/strong&gt;for short. The only dog who will be staying inside the house, unlike his ate's and kuya's. The babiest of our babies, he is so fluffy, but does not shed. He doesn't bark, but cries when left alone.  He was quiet the first few days, but he gets very excited when I let him out and play with the other dogs.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/TQBR_fjE75I/AAAAAAAACrY/E9mDwHX72-w/s1600/DSC_0604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/TQBR_fjE75I/AAAAAAAACrY/E9mDwHX72-w/s200/DSC_0604.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548524892162682770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think the other dogs are jealous.  &lt;em&gt;Gabi, Sam-sam, Casper, Cotton and Ginger &lt;/em&gt;are happy to have him.  Surprisingly, knowing how &lt;em&gt;playful-jumpful-runful &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gabi&lt;/strong&gt; is, he was very careful playing with &lt;strong&gt;Yoquito&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/TQBl9LXAEXI/AAAAAAAACrg/nmJ79Pslw2s/s1600/DSC_0548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/TQBl9LXAEXI/AAAAAAAACrg/nmJ79Pslw2s/s200/DSC_0548.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548546842616140146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few days, &lt;em&gt;Denden&lt;/em&gt; tells me, "&lt;strong&gt;Sakristan mo pala si Yoquito&lt;/strong&gt;." He follows me everywhere I go.  Welcome to our growing family, baby &lt;em&gt;quito&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048214677078502093-2085913029092316248?l=iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/feeds/2085913029092316248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2010/12/newest-baby-in-house.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/2085913029092316248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/2085913029092316248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2010/12/newest-baby-in-house.html' title='Newest baby in the house'/><author><name>nuni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03769317038730988735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/STjlnFyo5dI/AAAAAAAAByM/IMIm-P2tNNg/S220/DSC_6592.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/TQBReJCskHI/AAAAAAAACrQ/Z3tEvS-oJlY/s72-c/DSC_0524.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048214677078502093.post-2037887184021311248</id><published>2010-11-05T14:25:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T14:45:37.785+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toys'/><title type='text'>The wife of Mr. Potatohead</title><content type='html'>Since &lt;a href="http://disney.go.com/toystory/#"&gt;Toy Story 3&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Ikoy&lt;/strong&gt; getting &lt;a href="http://www.hasbro.com/playskool/en_US/shop/details.cfm?guid=8EBCF203-6D40-1014-8BF0-9EFBF894F9D4&amp;product_id=8574&amp;src=endeca"&gt;Mr. Potatohead&lt;/a&gt;, he has long been searching for &lt;a href="http://www.hasbro.com/shop/details.cfm?guid=8F0EFE3E-6D40-1014-8BF0-9EFBF894F9D4&amp;product_id=9678&amp;src=endeca"&gt;Mrs. Potatohead&lt;/a&gt;.  For Ikoy, she is "&lt;em&gt;Mises&lt;/em&gt;" (&lt;em&gt;pronounced as read&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, &lt;strong&gt;Mamacherub&lt;/strong&gt; finally found her. And she's my Christmas gift for &lt;strong&gt;Ikoy&lt;/strong&gt;. But &lt;strong&gt;Mamacherub&lt;/strong&gt; couldn't resist telling the little boy, thus, he didn't stop until I agree to let him see the "&lt;em&gt;Mises&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/TNOkAFOa1_I/AAAAAAAACq4/IXuZtRwN4VI/s1600/potato.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/TNOkAFOa1_I/AAAAAAAACq4/IXuZtRwN4VI/s400/potato.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535948688278083570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He played with the box, with Mr. Potatohead.  He asked too many questions and told me to me read what's in the box, meticulously looking at the pictures at the back of the box and the accessories inside.  He was happy but contentment will only come when the box is opened, and we have to teach him to be patient.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Nuni, pwede ba si Mr. Potatohead na lang sa loob ng box tapos si Mises na lang sa labas?" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had to try...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048214677078502093-2037887184021311248?l=iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/feeds/2037887184021311248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2010/11/ang-misis-ni-mr-potatohead.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/2037887184021311248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/2037887184021311248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2010/11/ang-misis-ni-mr-potatohead.html' title='The wife of Mr. Potatohead'/><author><name>nuni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03769317038730988735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/STjlnFyo5dI/AAAAAAAAByM/IMIm-P2tNNg/S220/DSC_6592.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/TNOkAFOa1_I/AAAAAAAACq4/IXuZtRwN4VI/s72-c/potato.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048214677078502093.post-6149963097997305166</id><published>2010-11-01T15:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T15:32:32.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Magician</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Sa Loyola, magkatapat kaming nakaupo ni Ikoy sa maliit na stool. Si Papa, nasa tabi ni Ikoy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parang nagningning ang mga mata ni Ikoy at excited siyang sumigaw,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IKOY: Nuni!!! Magmamagic ako!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pinakita niya ang takip ng mineral water sakin. Nilagay sa isang kamay niya. Pagtapos, nilagay niya ang dalawang kamay niya sa likod.  Pagkalabas ng dalawang kamay niya, nakasara itong hinarap sakin.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IKOY: Nasan?&lt;br /&gt;Nuni: Dito? &lt;em&gt;(Tinuro ko ang isang kamay.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IKOY: &lt;em&gt;(Binuksan ang kamay niya.)&lt;/em&gt; Wala.  &lt;em&gt;(At inulit ang tanong.)&lt;/em&gt; Nasan?&lt;br /&gt;Nuni: Dito? &lt;em&gt;(Tinuro ko ang kabilang kamay nya.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IKOY: &lt;em&gt;(Binuksan ang kamay na ito.)&lt;/em&gt; Wala din! (&lt;em&gt;Sabay tayo at kinuha ang takip sa stool.)&lt;/em&gt; Ayun! Magic!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Natuwa kami at mukhang natuwa siyang natuwa kami. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IKOY: Ulit! Isa pa Nuni, magic ulit ako!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Inulit niya ang ginawa nya, tinanong-tanong ulit ako. Pero kinuha ni Papa ang takip bago pa man siya tumayo. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IKOY: Nawawala ang takip! &lt;em&gt;(Nag-aalala.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa: Ito o… nasa ears mo! &lt;em&gt;(Nilabas ni Papa ang takip, waring nanggaling sa tenga ni Ikoy. Mukang naniwala ang bata.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IKOY: Oo nga! Isa pa Nuni, magic ulit ako!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Inulit niya ang ginawa nya, tinanong-tanong ulit ako.  Kinuha ulit ni Papa ang takip. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IKOY: Nasan na yung takip, Papa?&lt;br /&gt;Papa: Ito o… nalaglag galing sa ears mo! &lt;em&gt;(Nilabas ulit ni Papa ang takip, waring nanggaling sa tenga ni Ikoy, sabay nilaglag sa grass. Pinulot ni Ikoy ang takip.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IKOY: Oo nga! Isa pa Nuni, magic ulit ako!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Unulit niya ang ginawa niya, pagkatapos ako tanung-tanungin, kinuha ni Papa ang takip pero sa pagkakataong ito, ayaw ilabas ni Papa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IKOY: Papa, nasan na ang takip?&lt;br /&gt;Papa: Hindi ko alam, hindi ko kinukuha.&lt;br /&gt;IKOY: Ano yang takip na nasa hands mo?&lt;br /&gt;Papa: Hindi ito sayo, takip ito ng water ko!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Naghanap ni Ikoy sa stool, sa grass, sa paligid, hindi niya makita.  Humawak siya sa tenga nya, ginalaw galaw ito, tumalon-talon ng hawak ang tenga, nakabaling sa gilid ang ulo, sabay tumingin sa grass.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IKOY: Wala naman sa ears ko.  Hindi naman nalaglag sa grass.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tawa kami ng tawa lahat.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048214677078502093-6149963097997305166?l=iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/feeds/6149963097997305166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2010/11/magician.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/6149963097997305166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/6149963097997305166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2010/11/magician.html' title='The Magician'/><author><name>nuni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03769317038730988735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/STjlnFyo5dI/AAAAAAAAByM/IMIm-P2tNNg/S220/DSC_6592.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048214677078502093.post-344548904367222615</id><published>2010-10-22T12:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T12:59:17.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Para sa taong nag-aabang ng susunod na blog entry ko.</title><content type='html'>Hindi ko alam kung ano ang sasabihin ko sayo.&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko din alam ang gagawin ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kapag sumigaw ako, lalabas ba ang bigat ng nararamdaman mo?&lt;br /&gt;Kapag nalungkot ba ako, sasaya ka ba kahit konti?&lt;br /&gt;Kapag nasaktan ako, mababawasan ba ang sakit mo?&lt;br /&gt;Kapag umiyak ba ako, konti na lang ba ang iluluha mo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marahil,&lt;br /&gt;Hindi.&lt;br /&gt;Pero,&lt;br /&gt;Sana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pupuntahan kita.&lt;br /&gt;Makikinig ako.&lt;br /&gt;Sasamahan ka.&lt;br /&gt;Yayakapin kita ng mahigpit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048214677078502093-344548904367222615?l=iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/feeds/344548904367222615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2010/10/para-sa-taong-nag-aabang-ng-susunod-na.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/344548904367222615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/344548904367222615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2010/10/para-sa-taong-nag-aabang-ng-susunod-na.html' title='Para sa taong nag-aabang ng susunod na blog entry ko.'/><author><name>nuni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03769317038730988735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/STjlnFyo5dI/AAAAAAAAByM/IMIm-P2tNNg/S220/DSC_6592.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048214677078502093.post-3405300953912121362</id><published>2010-10-15T13:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T14:21:47.961+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Happy days are here again..</title><content type='html'>I got the "&lt;a href="http://fil.wikipilipinas.org/index.php?title=Belen"&gt;Belen&lt;/a&gt;" out of its box when the ---ber month started.  One by one, I started finding the right gifts for each person on my list.  My sister and I were shopping one time and I saw this cute ceramic Christmas tree, and I thought it will be a perfect match to our cute "Belen." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/TNOgcvCodQI/AAAAAAAACqw/qBNU74CpMNs/s1600/belen.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/TNOgcvCodQI/AAAAAAAACqw/qBNU74CpMNs/s400/belen.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535944782492759298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though Ikoy was worried when he saw the tree, "&lt;em&gt;Nuni, saan mo ilalagay ang gifts? Maliit yung Christmas tree, walang ilalim." &lt;/em&gt;I just had to explain to him that I will put the gifts under my sisters' Big Christmas Tree. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a while since I last wrote here.  Perhaps because I didn't want to write about not-so-good-stuff. But I promise &lt;em&gt;(to those waiting...) &lt;/em&gt;I will try to catch up.  I'm starting to smell Christmas air, and lately, I got inspired with &lt;a href="http://www.fox.com/glee/"&gt;Glee's Duets episode&lt;/a&gt;,...&lt;em&gt; happy days are here again. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048214677078502093-3405300953912121362?l=iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/feeds/3405300953912121362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2010/10/happy-days-are-here-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/3405300953912121362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/3405300953912121362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2010/10/happy-days-are-here-again.html' title='Happy days are here again..'/><author><name>nuni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03769317038730988735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/STjlnFyo5dI/AAAAAAAAByM/IMIm-P2tNNg/S220/DSC_6592.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/TNOgcvCodQI/AAAAAAAACqw/qBNU74CpMNs/s72-c/belen.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048214677078502093.post-8735478438399875115</id><published>2010-05-10T20:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T09:28:28.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/TB66Lrz05vI/AAAAAAAACqY/tEJxpTxGt6Q/s1600/DSC_9193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/TB66Lrz05vI/AAAAAAAACqY/tEJxpTxGt6Q/s320/DSC_9193.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485026106085271282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ginger gave birth to three baby puppies this Mother's Day morning. This makes her a first-time-mom and thus eligible to be greeted a happy mother's day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my mommy Rose who's the best mom in the world, I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy mother's day to all moms!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048214677078502093-8735478438399875115?l=iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/feeds/8735478438399875115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2010/05/mothers-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/8735478438399875115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/8735478438399875115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2010/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>nuni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03769317038730988735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/STjlnFyo5dI/AAAAAAAAByM/IMIm-P2tNNg/S220/DSC_6592.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/TB66Lrz05vI/AAAAAAAACqY/tEJxpTxGt6Q/s72-c/DSC_9193.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048214677078502093.post-904214084030597779</id><published>2010-04-12T15:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T15:42:54.747+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hongkong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adventure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singapore'/><title type='text'>Universal Studios Singapore</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/S8QenVoJFpI/AAAAAAAACqQ/oOPWtxM-wE8/s1600/DSC_8067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/S8QenVoJFpI/AAAAAAAACqQ/oOPWtxM-wE8/s400/DSC_8067.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459522309449127570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though they were only on soft opening and the &lt;a href="http://www.temasekreview.com/2010/03/26/singapore-universal-studios-main-attraction-shut-down-one-week-after-opening/."&gt;Battlestar Gallactic&lt;/a&gt;a had to stop operations, we still decided that after all the trips here, Universal Studios was new so we had to go and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For &lt;em&gt;SGD66&lt;/em&gt;, it had a 10 dollar meal voucher and a 5 dollar souvenir voucher because of the soft opening.  Nice shows: &lt;em&gt;Lights Camera Action Hosted by Steven Spielberg &lt;/em&gt;where you get to be in a major hurricane hit movie set. &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0114898/"&gt;Waterworld&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, based on the movie, was a different live water show which I found amusing.  Also &lt;em&gt;Shrek 4-D Adventure&lt;/em&gt;.  I had a chance to meet &lt;em&gt;Alex &lt;/em&gt;and the gang and took some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite rides were &lt;em&gt;Revenge of the Mummy&lt;/em&gt;, indoor roller coaster like Hongkong Disneyland’s &lt;a href="http://park.hongkongdisneyland.com/hkdl/en_US/parks/listing?name=TomorrowlandAttractionListingPage"&gt;Space Mountain&lt;/a&gt;, but better.  And &lt;em&gt;Adventure Rapids&lt;/em&gt;, like Enchanted Kingdom’s &lt;a href="http://www.enchantedkingdom.ph/home.php?page=portabello"&gt;Rio Grande Rapids,&lt;/a&gt; but so much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food was affordable, which was unexpected.  The 10 dollar voucher could be good for lunch already.  Overall, it was a soft opening, there were many people but not too much to cause a queue of more than 50 minutes, at most. The one whole day was almost enough.  I thought I’d just want to see it once, but then, we’ll see in the future...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048214677078502093-904214084030597779?l=iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.rwsentosa.com/Attractions/UniversalStudiosSingapore' title='Universal Studios Singapore'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/feeds/904214084030597779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2010/04/universal-studios-singapore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/904214084030597779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/904214084030597779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2010/04/universal-studios-singapore.html' title='Universal Studios Singapore'/><author><name>nuni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03769317038730988735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/STjlnFyo5dI/AAAAAAAAByM/IMIm-P2tNNg/S220/DSC_6592.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/S8QenVoJFpI/AAAAAAAACqQ/oOPWtxM-wE8/s72-c/DSC_8067.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048214677078502093.post-7149203117629716492</id><published>2010-03-31T14:13:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T15:07:32.272+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sister'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singapore'/><title type='text'>Leaving on a Jet Plane</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/S7LpYFPpAoI/AAAAAAAACp8/_j-FOzpPlZk/s1600/DSC_7337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 143px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/S7LpYFPpAoI/AAAAAAAACp8/_j-FOzpPlZk/s200/DSC_7337.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454678698633003650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is for owner of the elephant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0120591/"&gt;Armageddon&lt;/a&gt;, one of her favorite movies, one of her favorite songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The previous entry is somewhat a prelude to this entry. We have vowed that whatever happens, we will not take jobs outside the country or outside of &lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&amp;source=s_q&amp;hl=en&amp;geocode=&amp;q=metro+manila&amp;sll=37.0625,-95.677068&amp;sspn=33.847644,56.25&amp;ie=UTF8&amp;hq=&amp;hnear=Metro+Manila,+Philippines&amp;ll=14.644711,121.03363&amp;spn=0.645733,0.878906&amp;z=10"&gt;Metro Manila &lt;/a&gt;for that matter.  We could go abroad for a few days, to weeks, to at most, a month, but no further.  The reason, we do not want to be any more distant apart than the 30 kilometers of &lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&amp;source=s_q&amp;hl=en&amp;geocode=&amp;q=marikina&amp;sll=14.466667,121.016667&amp;sspn=0.161564,0.219727&amp;ie=UTF8&amp;hq=&amp;hnear=Marikina+City,+Rizal,+CALABARZON,+Philippines&amp;z=13"&gt;Marikina &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&amp;source=s_q&amp;hl=en&amp;geocode=&amp;q=paranaque+philippines&amp;sll=37.0625,-95.677068&amp;sspn=33.847644,56.25&amp;ie=UTF8&amp;hq=&amp;hnear=Para%C3%B1aque+City,+Metro+Manila,+Philippines&amp;z=12"&gt;Paranaque&lt;/a&gt;, or &lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&amp;source=s_q&amp;hl=en&amp;geocode=&amp;q=quezon+city&amp;sll=14.64,121.097222&amp;sspn=0.080719,0.109863&amp;ie=UTF8&amp;hq=&amp;hnear=Quezon+City,+Metro+Manila,+Philippines&amp;z=11"&gt;Quezon City&lt;/a&gt;. ---From Papa, from Mommy and from each other.   Whatever happens to our country’s economy, we will not leave the &lt;em&gt;Philippines &lt;/em&gt;and migrate somewhere else because we don’t want long distance family relationships, and we can’t leave &lt;em&gt;papa&lt;/em&gt;, who wouldn’t want to leave his house in &lt;em&gt;Marikina&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a few months ago, I received a text message from her, calling for &lt;strong&gt;Sisters’ Meeting&lt;/strong&gt;.  I paused for a while, thought what kind of news does she have.  After a while, I knew better.  We finally got to talk and she confessed that her company wants to send her to &lt;strong&gt;Singapore &lt;/strong&gt;for &lt;strong&gt;TWO&lt;/strong&gt; years! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, two years.  That is 24 months and 730 days. Yes, Singapore—that is &lt;a href="http://www.travelmath.com/flight-distance/from/Manila,+Philippines/to/Singapore"&gt;3000 kilometers from Manila&lt;/a&gt;.  Immediately, I didn’t want her to go.  &lt;em&gt;Cherub&lt;/em&gt;, on the other hand, wanted to be open minded.  She explained that the offer was good and she could go home any time.  Yeah, I heard that from my best friend. And for the almost five years that she was in Singapore, I just saw her twice or thrice a year.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while, she said that she declined the job because their company lowered the salary.  So we were happy again.  But a few weeks ago, she said that they really wanted to send her and brought back the original salary offer.  And she’s going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooooooo&lt;/strong&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She doesn’t even know how to cook rice.  All she can cook are: pancakes, fried eggs and hotdog!  What about Saturday night sleepovers? Going to malls? Who'll take care of her when she's sick? She couldn’t even wash her clothes without me and &lt;em&gt;Cherub&lt;/em&gt;.  &lt;em&gt;Ikoy &lt;/em&gt;will miss her. She is &lt;em&gt;Papa's &lt;/em&gt;favorite. A lot can happen in years and she can’t be home only on special occasions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some time, I still do not want her to go.  But after this same time, I had to accept it.  She didn’t want to go either but she needed this for her job.  And she says, for the money, so that she could immediately finish paying off their housing loan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/S7LptEQvP-I/AAAAAAAACqE/xXqydXNSLZQ/s1600/DSC_7411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/S7LptEQvP-I/AAAAAAAACqE/xXqydXNSLZQ/s320/DSC_7411.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454679059146424290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And now, we are counting the days till all her bags are packed and she sings:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;So kiss me and smile for me Tell me that you’ll wait for me Hold me like you’ll never let me go Cause I’m leaving on a jet plane Don’t know when I’ll be back again Baby, I hate to go.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just holding on to her promise that she’ll go home as often as she could.  I am also hoping that we could get Papa to visit her there.  Though I am one hundered percent sure that she'll do just fine, I pray that it won’t be too difficult for her.  Or else, it will be more than one Singapore trip this year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048214677078502093-7149203117629716492?l=iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/feeds/7149203117629716492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2010/03/leaving-on-jet-plane.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/7149203117629716492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/7149203117629716492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2010/03/leaving-on-jet-plane.html' title='Leaving on a Jet Plane'/><author><name>nuni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03769317038730988735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/STjlnFyo5dI/AAAAAAAAByM/IMIm-P2tNNg/S220/DSC_6592.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/S7LpYFPpAoI/AAAAAAAACp8/_j-FOzpPlZk/s72-c/DSC_7337.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048214677078502093.post-156300452149233973</id><published>2010-03-30T13:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T14:16:04.837+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sister'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='papa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mommy'/><title type='text'>Proud Ate</title><content type='html'>Ever since I can remember, I was only referred to as an “&lt;strong&gt;Ate&lt;/strong&gt;,” &lt;em&gt;i.e. yung ate ko… &lt;/em&gt; But I was never really called one. I think my parents forgot to teach this to my sisters.  They just call me by my first name/nickname.  I am not ranting though. To be honest, I do not feel an “&lt;strong&gt;Ate&lt;/strong&gt;” at most times, with these two sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all studied on the same schools during elementary and high school.  But these two, they had medals and awards, and they belong to the popular group. They both graduated as scholars in college, after exactly four years. To date, one of them works for a multi-national pharmaceutical company, following, and exceeding the footsteps of our mom, and the other one is on public relations for one of the largest automobile manufacturers in the world.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will be their most recent achievement is buying a new house, adding up their savings for an initial payment, and having the guts to get a loan for the remaining balance.  I love the &lt;a href="http://www.nadinaproperties.com/Nadina1.html"&gt;house &lt;/a&gt;++++ plus, the location.  I am hoping and praying, and keeping my fingers crossed, that &lt;em&gt;Papa &lt;/em&gt;would agree to live with them so that we’ll be nearer to each other.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am a proud “&lt;strong&gt;Ate&lt;/strong&gt;.”  For the successes and achievements of my sisters.  I see a combination of Mommy’s traits on both of them.  &lt;em&gt;Lij’s &lt;/em&gt;strong will and courage while &lt;em&gt;Cherub’s &lt;/em&gt;charisma and wit.  I look up to them in most ways.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/S7LoKS4ih0I/AAAAAAAACp0/YJqcKoYe_bs/s1600/sisters.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/S7LoKS4ih0I/AAAAAAAACp0/YJqcKoYe_bs/s400/sisters.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454677362264409922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We lost our mommy nine years ago.  We have our dad, who is a constant reminder of our mommy &lt;em&gt;(being the opposite of her).&lt;/em&gt;  But mommy told us that we should take care of each other.  Being the eldest, I did not have to stand as a mother to my sisters.  Obviously, there is no need.  Aside from the fact that there is no replacement for our mother, having each other, ---supporting each other, being always present in good and bad times, standing by each one's decision--- that is enough to keep our lives going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am proud, not only because of my sisters’ accomplishments in life, but also because they are my sisters.  Not only because of the same blood that runs through our veins that connects us, but also because of our hearts that are bonded with love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048214677078502093-156300452149233973?l=iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/feeds/156300452149233973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2010/03/proud-ate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/156300452149233973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/156300452149233973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2010/03/proud-ate.html' title='Proud Ate'/><author><name>nuni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03769317038730988735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/STjlnFyo5dI/AAAAAAAAByM/IMIm-P2tNNg/S220/DSC_6592.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/S7LoKS4ih0I/AAAAAAAACp0/YJqcKoYe_bs/s72-c/sisters.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048214677078502093.post-8184397985315386890</id><published>2010-02-08T10:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T11:21:05.829+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nuni likes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>The Cars Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;A href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/S6gug9Or5II/AAAAAAAACpk/c7khVAfDzmw/s1600-h/iko.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 309px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451658492658836610 border=0 alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/S6gug9Or5II/AAAAAAAACpk/c7khVAfDzmw/s400/iko.jpg"&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;EM&gt;Cars &lt;/EM&gt;Cake &lt;br /&gt;2. Balloons &lt;br /&gt;3. Banner &lt;br /&gt;4. Pabitin &lt;br /&gt;5. Pinata &lt;br /&gt;6. Games &lt;br /&gt;7. Lootbags &lt;br /&gt;8. The &lt;EM&gt;Cars &lt;/EM&gt;costumes &lt;br /&gt;9. Playmates &lt;br /&gt;10. Friends &lt;br /&gt;11. Family &lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;EM&gt;Jollibee &lt;/EM&gt;chicken and spaghetti &lt;br /&gt;13. More food &lt;br /&gt;14. Ice cream and fondue &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All for the love of Iko, the happiest &lt;EM&gt;Lightning McQueen&lt;/EM&gt;, still and always our baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="240" &gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.facebook.com/v/1315728605612" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/1315728605612" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="240"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048214677078502093-8184397985315386890?l=iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://disney.go.com/cars/' title='The Cars Party'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/feeds/8184397985315386890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2010/02/cars-party.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/8184397985315386890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/8184397985315386890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2010/02/cars-party.html' title='The Cars Party'/><author><name>nuni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03769317038730988735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/STjlnFyo5dI/AAAAAAAAByM/IMIm-P2tNNg/S220/DSC_6592.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/S6gug9Or5II/AAAAAAAACpk/c7khVAfDzmw/s72-c/iko.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048214677078502093.post-101845103493080689</id><published>2010-02-07T10:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T10:56:53.504+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nuni likes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toys'/><title type='text'>Lightning McQueen’s request</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/S6gt2ActxwI/AAAAAAAACpc/nKgJJoH5pCk/s1600-h/DSC_0751.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/_unIuebI-D4M/S6gt2ActxwI/AAAAAAAACpc/nKgJJoH5pCk/s400/DSC_0751.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451657754788611842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IKO: &lt;/strong&gt;Pwede ba ako magbirthday party sa bahay ganda nuni?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NUNI:&lt;/strong&gt; Anong bang gusto mo sa birthday mo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IKO:&lt;/strong&gt; Cars na cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For his fourth birthday, we wanted to give him more than the Cars cake.  A birthday party with our very own CARS costume.  Made from cardboard and poster paint, each us of had our own character.  Of course, Iko is Lightning McQueen, Papa is Doc Hudson, MamaCherub is Sally while Bamba is The King.  Denden and Kuya Shosh are the front and back of Mack. Shashing is Mater and I was Guido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent the last three weekends designing, cutting and taping. And the painting.  And here is our finished product. Iko had his share of making the Cars. And we were all excited for his birthday.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048214677078502093-101845103493080689?l=iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/feeds/101845103493080689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2010/02/lightning-mcqueens-request.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/101845103493080689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/101845103493080689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2010/02/lightning-mcqueens-request.html' title='Lightning McQueen’s request'/><author><name>nuni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03769317038730988735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/STjlnFyo5dI/AAAAAAAAByM/IMIm-P2tNNg/S220/DSC_6592.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/S6gt2ActxwI/AAAAAAAACpc/nKgJJoH5pCk/s72-c/DSC_0751.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048214677078502093.post-936908518817748797</id><published>2010-01-13T10:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T10:48:35.695+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>New Year, New Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/S00xXQAunkI/AAAAAAAACpI/GAvApi1GEMc/s1600-h/DSC_7044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/S00xXQAunkI/AAAAAAAACpI/GAvApi1GEMc/s200/DSC_7044.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426047401556090434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As we welcome the new year, we also welcome a new baby to our growing family.  He is small(now), handsome, cuddly and black. &lt;em&gt;Cherub &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;Nikulet &lt;/em&gt;named him &lt;strong&gt;Gabi&lt;/strong&gt;. I call him &lt;em&gt;Gab/Gab-gab&lt;/em&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got him, he had a wound on his neck, that's why I chose to take him.  But he doesn't seem to care because he is so playful, running around with his new brother and sisters.  He has bigger toes, than the three, even if he's still a baby. That's why I like bathing him when his wound healed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/S00x8FYSKLI/AAAAAAAACpQ/JWcnLbN8Jfo/s1600-h/DSC_7019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/S00x8FYSKLI/AAAAAAAACpQ/JWcnLbN8Jfo/s200/DSC_7019.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426048034357258418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A vaccum cleaner, he eats three times more and three times faster than &lt;em&gt;Casper, Cotton and Ginger&lt;/em&gt;.  An intelligent dog, I like it when he makes eye contact. He knows he's the baby and we can't resist when he wants to come inside the house and sleep with &lt;em&gt;Denden&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I go home, I open the door of the car and he immediately climbs up on the driver's seat, wanting to be carried to the passenger's seat. Then he keeps on kissing me, as if saying he missed me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for &lt;em&gt;Gab &lt;/em&gt;to grow up.&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  I still love &lt;em&gt;Casper and Cotton, and Ginger&lt;/em&gt;. But I admit, &lt;em&gt;Gabi's&lt;/em&gt; my favorite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048214677078502093-936908518817748797?l=iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/feeds/936908518817748797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year-new-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/936908518817748797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/936908518817748797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year-new-baby.html' title='New Year, New Baby'/><author><name>nuni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03769317038730988735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/STjlnFyo5dI/AAAAAAAAByM/IMIm-P2tNNg/S220/DSC_6592.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/S00xXQAunkI/AAAAAAAACpI/GAvApi1GEMc/s72-c/DSC_7044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048214677078502093.post-493254076023259571</id><published>2009-12-26T09:07:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T09:44:22.754+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parties'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Christmas at La Loma</title><content type='html'>There are plenty of reasons why I love celebrating Christmas at La Loma:&lt;br /&gt;1. Good food, i.e. &lt;strong&gt;Morcon, Lumpiang Sariwa&lt;/strong&gt;, prepared by &lt;em&gt;Tita Bebe&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;2. Of course food prepared by &lt;em&gt;Tita Lea&lt;/em&gt;, with the favorite &lt;strong&gt;Maha Blanca&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;em&gt;Miyok&lt;/em&gt;'s pasta.&lt;br /&gt;The good part, each family will make an effort to prepare their own specialty. So every year, they also look forward to the deserts that I make. &lt;br /&gt;4. Gift giving.  You see the appreciation for every gift given, and of course the effort to give with what you can.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/S00jUmmAyLI/AAAAAAAACoo/EcuaWX1a_Lk/s1600-h/Pasko+2009+(106).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/S00jUmmAyLI/AAAAAAAACoo/EcuaWX1a_Lk/s320/Pasko+2009+(106).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426031962915653810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This year:&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;em&gt;Marlene &lt;/em&gt;gave us the same shirts that we all wore.&lt;br /&gt;6. The lucky girl is &lt;em&gt;Mavee&lt;/em&gt;! She had the most number of gifts and the most beautiful ones. We were more excited while she was opening them. &lt;br /&gt;7. The newest addition to the Marcial clan, the handsome &lt;em&gt;Zac&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/S00kki8mC9I/AAAAAAAACow/w854SkiHyNY/s1600-h/Pasko+2009+(38).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/S00kki8mC9I/AAAAAAAACow/w854SkiHyNY/s320/Pasko+2009+(38).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426033336326163410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Cousins growing up, babies turning kids. &lt;strong&gt;Adults &lt;/strong&gt;turning &lt;strong&gt;kids&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;9. Neverending picture taking! Fun. Fun. Fun. &lt;br /&gt;10. Family bonding. Filled with lots and lots of laughter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048214677078502093-493254076023259571?l=iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/feeds/493254076023259571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-at-la-loma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/493254076023259571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/493254076023259571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-at-la-loma.html' title='Christmas at La Loma'/><author><name>nuni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03769317038730988735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/STjlnFyo5dI/AAAAAAAAByM/IMIm-P2tNNg/S220/DSC_6592.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/S00jUmmAyLI/AAAAAAAACoo/EcuaWX1a_Lk/s72-c/Pasko+2009+(106).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048214677078502093.post-4354192633605540411</id><published>2009-12-25T14:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T08:14:28.619+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traditions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Noche Buena</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/S0wXtAuM6CI/AAAAAAAACn4/oGIzIthqT5A/s1600-h/noche.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/S0wXtAuM6CI/AAAAAAAACn4/oGIzIthqT5A/s320/noche.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425737713129941026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first Christmas in our new home.  I was happy because &lt;em&gt;Papogs&lt;/em&gt; agreed to spend the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nochebuena"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Noche Buena&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; with us.  Though we didn’t have the usual  “&lt;em&gt;Sopas na Tadyang&lt;/em&gt;”, we setteld for just the ham and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipilipinas.org/index.php?title=Queso_de_Bola"&gt;Queso de bola&lt;/a&gt; sandwich, and the hot &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipilipinas.org/index.php?title=Tsokolate_beverage"&gt;Tsokolate E&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.  With our cute &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://fil.wikipilipinas.org/index.php?title=Belen"&gt;Belen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; transferred on the dining table, we were all happy to be together celebrating the birth of Jesus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048214677078502093-4354192633605540411?l=iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/feeds/4354192633605540411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2009/12/noche-buena.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/4354192633605540411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/4354192633605540411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2009/12/noche-buena.html' title='Noche Buena'/><author><name>nuni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03769317038730988735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/STjlnFyo5dI/AAAAAAAAByM/IMIm-P2tNNg/S220/DSC_6592.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/S0wXtAuM6CI/AAAAAAAACn4/oGIzIthqT5A/s72-c/noche.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048214677078502093.post-8315440766647503902</id><published>2009-12-24T14:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T14:28:37.151+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mommy'/><title type='text'>Nanay Norma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/S0wUhosJ3lI/AAAAAAAACnw/yRTeMeMdI5c/s1600-h/nanay.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/S0wUhosJ3lI/AAAAAAAACnw/yRTeMeMdI5c/s320/nanay.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425734219165458002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My sisters and I, especially me, got the high-pitched tone of our voice from our mom.  And where else would &lt;em&gt;Mommy Rose&lt;/em&gt; get her high-pitched tone?  Of course from her mom, &lt;em&gt;Nanay Norma&lt;/em&gt;.  Nanay was a pianist and a singer when she was young.  We are always in awe when she plays the piano and sings in her Soprano voice. Our ever sweet, caring and loving lola.  When I talk to her on the phone, she will never forget to say I love you very much before hanging up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she prays, it would usually take a while because she won’t forget to name each and every member of the family, even up to the children of her grandsons and granddaughters, cousins in the third and fourth degrees.  But then, I've always admired her faith in God, and I always think that God listens to her prayers more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nanay Norma loves all her sons and daughters very very very much. That's how she'd say it. And even up to now, with her age, she will still try to provide for them with whatever can give, not saving for herself. And so this time, it's our turn:  &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Happy Birthday Nanay Norma.  We love you very very very much!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048214677078502093-8315440766647503902?l=iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/feeds/8315440766647503902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2009/12/nanay-norma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/8315440766647503902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/8315440766647503902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2009/12/nanay-norma.html' title='Nanay Norma'/><author><name>nuni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03769317038730988735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/STjlnFyo5dI/AAAAAAAAByM/IMIm-P2tNNg/S220/DSC_6592.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/S0wUhosJ3lI/AAAAAAAACnw/yRTeMeMdI5c/s72-c/nanay.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048214677078502093.post-377776482011012142</id><published>2009-12-20T14:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T08:11:34.168+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parties'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/S00MpCmngeI/AAAAAAAACoY/MG7e4vx_VKo/s1600-h/bbq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 311px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/S00MpCmngeI/AAAAAAAACoY/MG7e4vx_VKo/s400/bbq.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426007025264329186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have attended a couple of Christmas parties but this is actually the first, that I am really excited.   This year, it was a barbecue party courtesy of &lt;em&gt;Kuting’s &lt;/em&gt;griller and special marinade,  &lt;em&gt;Marge and JR’s &lt;/em&gt;fish and special coleslaw and &lt;em&gt;Bubbles’ &lt;/em&gt;special chocolate cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turned out to be a dog party as well, because Glico was there.&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;em&gt;Ikoy&lt;/em&gt;, though a bit sick, was a special guest  due to public demand.  &lt;em&gt;Racquel &lt;/em&gt;became an “&lt;strong&gt;ate&lt;/strong&gt;” looking after him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, it turned our to be a &lt;a href="http://wiifit.com/"&gt;Wii &lt;/a&gt;party.  Everyone got a chance at the &lt;a href="http://vodpod.com/watch/2510755-wii-fit-plus-kung-fu-gameplay"&gt;Kung Fu &lt;/a&gt;dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gifts.  Fun.  Friends. &lt;br /&gt;Now, I feel Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/S00NK15S05I/AAAAAAAACog/W9cLiSo_OLA/s1600-h/bbq2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/S00NK15S05I/AAAAAAAACog/W9cLiSo_OLA/s400/bbq2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426007605968556946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048214677078502093-377776482011012142?l=iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/feeds/377776482011012142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-beginning-to-look-lot-like.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/377776482011012142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/377776482011012142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-beginning-to-look-lot-like.html' title='It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas'/><author><name>nuni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03769317038730988735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/STjlnFyo5dI/AAAAAAAAByM/IMIm-P2tNNg/S220/DSC_6592.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/S00MpCmngeI/AAAAAAAACoY/MG7e4vx_VKo/s72-c/bbq.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048214677078502093.post-3692472698680212997</id><published>2009-12-06T14:41:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T09:47:33.514+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sister'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Shashing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/S0wlh8MUA7I/AAAAAAAACoI/tu55nxlafeg/s1600-h/lij2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/S0wlh8MUA7I/AAAAAAAACoI/tu55nxlafeg/s320/lij2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425752916098286514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Exerpts from the surprise AVP to Shashing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mga tanong:&lt;br /&gt;1. Bilib ako kay Elijah dahil sya ay:&lt;br /&gt;2. Ang natatanging karanasan ko kasama si Elijah ay nung:&lt;br /&gt;3. Dahil 27 taon na si Elijah, dapat lang ay: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mga sagot ni &lt;strong&gt;Bamba&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;1. mayroong parlor sa Marikina na ang ipangalan sa kanya, "Elijah Gaganda Ka!" Salon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mga sagot ni &lt;strong&gt;Mama Cherub&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;1. magaling sya sa lahat ng bagay na gusto niyang gawin.  Sinisigurado niyang buong puso ang ibubuhos niya sa mga ginagawa niya kaya't maganda ang kinalalabasan ng mga ginagawa niya. "Magis" ba.&lt;br /&gt;2. nung bata pa kami at tinulak nya ako sa kalsada sa lubak lubak na bahagi.  Hindi naman ako nasagasaan, nasugat lang.  Pinatawad ko na siya sapagkaat habang tumatanda kami, ilang beses na niya akong pinagtangool, inalagaan at tinulungan at bawat sandali, pinapakita niyang mahal niya ako. Kaya't pinagtatawanan na lang namin ang kwentong yon dahil hinid pa rin namin alam kung bakit niya ako tinulak.&lt;br /&gt;3. matuto na siyang magsaing at magluto bukod sa pansit canton, pancake, hotdog, itlog at iba pang mga prito. Dapat ay aralin na niya ang sinigang ni papa at ang spaghetti ni mommy para hindi niya ito mamiss kung malayo siya sa amin.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/S0wlI3NzelI/AAAAAAAACoA/DofYWfmqjiE/s1600-h/Pasko+2009+(85).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/S0wlI3NzelI/AAAAAAAACoA/DofYWfmqjiE/s320/Pasko+2009+(85).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425752485265635922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mga sagot ni &lt;strong&gt;Nuni&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;1. magaling sa lahat ng kanyang mga narating at nagawa sa buhay, matapang sa mga pagkakataong kailangan, nakakapagpakita ng kanyang pagmamahal sa sarili nyang paraan.&lt;br /&gt;2. nung magkasabay kaming nagpu-pupu sa isang toilet bowl nung bata kami. Back to back. &lt;br /&gt;3. sagutin ka na nya! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mga sagot ni &lt;strong&gt;Papa&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;1. dalawang kutsarang kanin at isang saging ay busog na busog na siya.&lt;br /&gt;2. yung araw na hanap ako nang hanap ng patay na daga sa bahay... yun pala, paa lang niya yung naaamoy ko.  &lt;br /&gt;3. matuto na siyang magligpit ng kama pagkagising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/S0wqZQBrRxI/AAAAAAAACoQ/S2TVqdZA8hw/s1600-h/Pasko+2009+(21).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/S0wqZQBrRxI/AAAAAAAACoQ/S2TVqdZA8hw/s320/Pasko+2009+(21).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425758264361699090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday Shashing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048214677078502093-3692472698680212997?l=iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/feeds/3692472698680212997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-birthday-shashing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/3692472698680212997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/3692472698680212997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-birthday-shashing.html' title='Happy Birthday Shashing'/><author><name>nuni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03769317038730988735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/STjlnFyo5dI/AAAAAAAAByM/IMIm-P2tNNg/S220/DSC_6592.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/S0wlh8MUA7I/AAAAAAAACoI/tu55nxlafeg/s72-c/lij2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048214677078502093.post-7010793098428283178</id><published>2009-11-30T13:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T14:14:20.692+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zoo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adventure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Subic'/><title type='text'>Subic Getaway</title><content type='html'>We promised Ikoy we’d let him see tigers and dolphins so the holiday was the best chance for us.  We were able to convince &lt;em&gt;Papa Chime &lt;/em&gt;to join us through &lt;strong&gt;Ikoy’s  power&lt;/strong&gt;.  &lt;em&gt;Papa Rene, Kuya Sheng-sheng and Desy &lt;/em&gt;tagged along and so did &lt;em&gt;Tita Bebe, Ate Beeday and Migs&lt;/em&gt;.   This was the third time I went to &lt;strong&gt;Zoobic Safari and Ocean Adventure&lt;/strong&gt;, but this was a different experience because of &lt;em&gt;Ikoy&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/S0wQ4PC6syI/AAAAAAAACnY/MqyOwTL57C8/s1600-h/subic1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 243px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/S0wQ4PC6syI/AAAAAAAACnY/MqyOwTL57C8/s320/subic1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425730209372091170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s to see on &lt;a href="http://www.zoobic.com.ph/"&gt;Zoobic Safari&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;1. A mini-zoo of exotic animals.  &lt;em&gt;Shashing&lt;/em&gt; afraid of birds.  &lt;em&gt;Ikoy&lt;/em&gt; was happy to see the lion.&lt;br /&gt;2. Serpentarium.  &lt;em&gt;Ikoy&lt;/em&gt; afraid of snakes, he had his eyes closed the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;3. Rodent world.  &lt;br /&gt;4. Aeta’s trail with a short show of the natives.&lt;br /&gt;5. Savannah.  &lt;em&gt;Nuni&lt;/em&gt; scared of ostriches.&lt;br /&gt;6. Croco loco.  A close encounter with crocodiles.  &lt;br /&gt;7. Tiger Close encounter.  Tigers inside cages.&lt;br /&gt;8. Tiger safari.   All were amazed with the different experience, feeding the tiger.  Especially &lt;em&gt;Ikoy and Migs&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;What’s to see in &lt;a href="http://www.oceanadventure.com.ph/index.html"&gt;Ocean Adventure&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;1. Aquarium.   &lt;em&gt;Ikoy&lt;/em&gt; was happy to see Nemo. &lt;br /&gt;2. Sea lion show.   Funny and cute sea lion.&lt;br /&gt;3. Walk on the Wild side.  Entertaining show that features wild life of the forest.  &lt;em&gt;Papa Rene &lt;/em&gt;found a bag under his seat—with a snake inside.&lt;br /&gt;4. Rap, jump and roll.  &lt;em&gt;Migs&lt;/em&gt; liked the mascots.  We enjoyed the acrobats dressed as dolphins.&lt;br /&gt;5. Dolphin show.  Still spectacular the third time around! For me, this is better than &lt;a href="http://www.oceanpark.com.hk/html/en/park-experience/attraction-show/ocean-theatre.html"&gt;HK’s Ocean Park dolphin show&lt;/a&gt;.  Mamalilub agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/S0wRYQhgWZI/AAAAAAAACno/IiXISOvQrNM/s1600-h/subic2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 184px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/S0wRYQhgWZI/AAAAAAAACno/IiXISOvQrNM/s400/subic2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425730759524637074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048214677078502093-7010793098428283178?l=iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/feeds/7010793098428283178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2009/11/subic-getaway.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/7010793098428283178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/7010793098428283178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2009/11/subic-getaway.html' title='Subic Getaway'/><author><name>nuni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03769317038730988735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/STjlnFyo5dI/AAAAAAAAByM/IMIm-P2tNNg/S220/DSC_6592.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/S0wQ4PC6syI/AAAAAAAACnY/MqyOwTL57C8/s72-c/subic1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048214677078502093.post-9222432387555886109</id><published>2009-11-20T11:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T11:48:23.092+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weddings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Instant MakeUp Artist</title><content type='html'>I can count on my fingers the few times that I had makeup on my face: my wedding,  special friends’ weddings, my college graduation, a party night out my best friend just made fond of me…  Note that on my 29 years of existence, I never touched…  moreso, learned how to use makeup.&lt;br /&gt;But last Wednesday, because of my unconditional love for &lt;em&gt;Kuting&lt;/em&gt;, I was taught how to apply basic makeup. The reason, she has a part on a wedding that we are supposed to attend. Due to time constraint and the event location, she couldn’t get anyone to put makeup on her.  I was actually kidding when I volunteered, but she took it seriously.  Thus, the practice makeup session with a professional artist.  Most times, I just followed the instructions, laughed when she looked  too white.. or when the lines where too dark.  But I got a &lt;strong&gt;thumbs up&lt;/strong&gt; for my masterpiece.  Not bad for a first timer. Here are my notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/SwYPPQ3TEHI/AAAAAAAACnQ/ehICROl1u1w/s1600/kuting.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/SwYPPQ3TEHI/AAAAAAAACnQ/ehICROl1u1w/s320/kuting.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406025157604216946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Moisturizer  using bare hands.&lt;br /&gt;2. Foundation on face and neck.&lt;br /&gt;3. Concealer on the eyes. (Too hide the eye bags.)&lt;br /&gt;4. Eye brows. (Like combing upwards the first half and downwards the second half.)&lt;br /&gt;5. Eye shadow, lighter color below. (Hard part.)&lt;br /&gt;6. Eye liner. (My favorite, it’s just like drawing.)&lt;br /&gt;7. Mascara on eye lashes, base color first then dark color, zigzag coat.&lt;br /&gt;8. Make her smile, apply blush on in her cheeks in circular motion.(Smile, smile, smile.) &lt;br /&gt;9. Lip liner on the lips.&lt;br /&gt;10. Lip stick and lip gloss.&lt;br /&gt;11. Bronzer  on the sides to blend with the skin.&lt;br /&gt;12. Apply face powder.&lt;br /&gt;I am keeping my fingers crossed.  I hope I could do this again  for the event.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to &lt;em&gt;Toni&lt;/em&gt;, our teacher.&lt;br /&gt;And to the &lt;em&gt;Samsons&lt;/em&gt;, for the pasta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048214677078502093-9222432387555886109?l=iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/feeds/9222432387555886109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2009/11/make-up-artist-in-one-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/9222432387555886109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048214677078502093/posts/default/9222432387555886109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iba-ibangkwento.blogspot.com/2009/11/make-up-artist-in-one-day.html' title='Instant MakeUp Artist'/><author><name>nuni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03769317038730988735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/STjlnFyo5dI/AAAAAAAAByM/IMIm-P2tNNg/S220/DSC_6592.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unIuebI-D4M/SwYPPQ3TEHI/AAAAAAAACnQ/ehICROl1u1w/s72-c/kuting.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
