<?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-3446026688803407122</id><updated>2012-02-17T03:18:50.861+08:00</updated><category term='pictures'/><category term='inspirational'/><category term='poem'/><category term='angels  on  earth'/><category term='my  life'/><category term='i just  realize'/><category term='movies'/><category term='stormy storm'/><category term='xmas gifts'/><category term='my  dream'/><category term='self'/><category term='vase'/><category term='interesting topics'/><category term='christmas lights'/><category term='christmas story'/><category term='home'/><category term='qoutes'/><category term='memories'/><category 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type='html'>....yearning  to  return home</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SQGO-iqlx4I/AAAAAAAAANU/BVKN-EWUhuk/S220/119251361r119252951.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' 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&lt;w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;  &lt;w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:BreakWrappedTables/&gt;   &lt;w:SnapToGridInCell/&gt;   &lt;w:WrapTextWithPunct/&gt;   &lt;w:UseAsianBreakRules/&gt;   &lt;w:DontGrowAutofit/&gt;  &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;  &lt;w:BrowserLevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt; &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt;&lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; &lt;w:LatentStyles DefLockedState="false" LatentStyleCount="156"&gt; &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt;&lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !mso]&gt;&lt;img src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/video_object.png" style="background-color: #b2b2b2; " class="BLOGGER-object-element tr_noresize tr_placeholder" id="ieooui" data-original-id="ieooui" /&gt;&lt;style&gt;st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt;&lt;style&gt; /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable	{mso-style-name:"Table 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approach her, he called the family doctor to discussthe problem. &lt;br /&gt;The Doctor told him there is a simple informal test the husband couldperform to give the&amp;nbsp; doctor a better idea about her hearing loss. &lt;br /&gt;Here's what you do," said the Doctor, "stand about 40 feet awayfrom her, and in a normal conversational speaking tone see if she hearsyou.&amp;nbsp;If not, go to 30 feet, then 20 feet, and so on until&amp;nbsp;you get aresponse."&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;That evening, the wife is in the kitchen cooking dinner, and he was in theden. He says to himself, "I'm about 40 feet away, let's see whathappens." Then in a normal tone he asks, 'Honey, what's fordinner?"&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;No response.&amp;nbsp;So, the husband moves closer to the kitchen, about 30 feetfrom his wife and repeats, "Honey,&amp;nbsp;what's fordinner?"&amp;nbsp;Still no response.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Next he moves into the dining room where he is about 20 feet from his wifeand asks, "Honey,&amp;nbsp;what's for dinner?"&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Again he gets no response.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;So, he walks up to the kitchen door, about 10 feet away. "Honey, what'sfor dinner?"&lt;br /&gt;Again, there is no response.&lt;br /&gt;So, he walks right up behind her. "Honey, what's for dinner?" &lt;br /&gt;"Clyde,&amp;nbsp;for the fifth time...CHICKEN!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; &lt;w:WordDocument&gt;  &lt;w:View&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;  &lt;w:Zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;  &lt;w:PunctuationKerning/&gt;  &lt;w:ValidateAgainstSchemas/&gt;  &lt;w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;  &lt;w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;  &lt;w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;  &lt;w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:BreakWrappedTables/&gt;   &lt;w:SnapToGridInCell/&gt;   &lt;w:WrapTextWithPunct/&gt;   &lt;w:UseAsianBreakRules/&gt;   &lt;w:DontGrowAutofit/&gt;  &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;  &lt;w:BrowserLevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt; &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt;&lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; &lt;w:LatentStyles DefLockedState="false" LatentStyleCount="156"&gt; &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt;&lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt;&lt;style&gt; /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal";	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;	mso-style-noshow:yes;	mso-style-parent:"";	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;	mso-para-margin:0in;	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;	mso-pagination:widow-orphan;	font-size:10.0pt;	font-family:"Times New Roman";	mso-ansi-language:#0400;	mso-fareast-language:#0400;	mso-bidi-language:#0400;}&lt;/style&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WORDS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A husband read an article to his wife about how many words women use a day...30,000 to a man's 15,000.&lt;br /&gt;The wife replied, "The reason has to be because we have to repeateverything to men.&lt;br /&gt;The husband then turned to his wife and asked, "What?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CREATION&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man said to his wife one day, "I don't know how you can be so stupidand so beautiful all at the same time."&lt;br /&gt;The wife responded, "Allow me to explain.&lt;br /&gt;God made me beautiful so you would be attracted to me; God made me stupid so Iwould be attracted to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; &lt;w:WordDocument&gt;  &lt;w:View&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;  &lt;w:Zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;  &lt;w:PunctuationKerning/&gt;  &lt;w:ValidateAgainstSchemas/&gt;  &lt;w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;  &lt;w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;  &lt;w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;  &lt;w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:BreakWrappedTables/&gt;   &lt;w:SnapToGridInCell/&gt;   &lt;w:WrapTextWithPunct/&gt;   &lt;w:UseAsianBreakRules/&gt;   &lt;w:DontGrowAutofit/&gt;  &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;  &lt;w:BrowserLevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt; &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt;&lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; &lt;w:LatentStyles DefLockedState="false" LatentStyleCount="156"&gt; &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt;&lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt;&lt;style&gt; /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal";	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;	mso-style-noshow:yes;	mso-style-parent:"";	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;	mso-para-margin:0in;	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;	mso-pagination:widow-orphan;	font-size:10.0pt;	font-family:"Times New Roman";	mso-ansi-language:#0400;	mso-fareast-language:#0400;	mso-bidi-language:#0400;}&lt;/style&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE SILENT TREATMENT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man and his wife were having some problems at home and were giving each otherthe silent treatment.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, the man realized that the next day, he would need his wife to wakehim at 5:00 AM for an early morning business flight.&lt;br /&gt;Not wanting to be the first to break the silence (and LOSE), he wrote o n apiece of paper, "Please wake me at 5:00 AM." He left it where he knewshe would find it.&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, the man woke up, only y to discover it was 9:00 AM and he hadmissed his flight. Furious, he was about to go and see why his wife hadn'twakened him, when he noticed a piece of paper by the bed.&lt;br /&gt;The paper said, "It is 5:00 AM. Wake up."&lt;br /&gt;Men are not equipped for these kinds of contests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; &lt;w:WordDocument&gt;  &lt;w:View&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;  &lt;w:Zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;  &lt;w:PunctuationKerning/&gt;  &lt;w:ValidateAgainstSchemas/&gt;  &lt;w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;  &lt;w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;  &lt;w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;  &lt;w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:BreakWrappedTables/&gt;   &lt;w:SnapToGridInCell/&gt;   &lt;w:WrapTextWithPunct/&gt;   &lt;w:UseAsianBreakRules/&gt;   &lt;w:DontGrowAutofit/&gt;  &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;  &lt;w:BrowserLevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt; &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt;&lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; &lt;w:LatentStyles DefLockedState="false" LatentStyleCount="156"&gt; &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt;&lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !mso]&gt;&lt;img src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/video_object.png" style="background-color: #b2b2b2; " class="BLOGGER-object-element tr_noresize tr_placeholder" id="ieooui" data-original-id="ieooui" /&gt;&lt;style&gt;st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt;&lt;style&gt; /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal";	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;	mso-style-noshow:yes;	mso-style-parent:"";	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;	mso-para-margin:0in;	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;	mso-pagination:widow-orphan;	font-size:10.0pt;	font-family:"Times New Roman";	mso-ansi-language:#0400;	mso-fareast-language:#0400;	mso-bidi-language:#0400;}&lt;/style&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Husband Store&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A store that sells husbands has just opened in New York City, where a woman may go to choosea husband. Among the instructions at the entrance is a description of how thestore operates.&lt;br /&gt;"You may visit the store ONLY ONCE! There are six floors and theattributes of the men increase as the shopper ascends the flights.&lt;br /&gt;There is, however, a catch: you may choose any man from a particular floor,or you may choose to go up a floor, but you cannot go back down except to exitthe building!"&lt;br /&gt;So, a woman goes to the Husband Store to find a husband...&lt;br /&gt;On the first floor the sign on the door reads: Floor 1 - These men have jobs.&lt;br /&gt;The second floor sign reads: Floor 2 - These men have jobs and love kids.&lt;br /&gt;The third floor sign reads: Floor 3 - These men have jobs, love kids, and areextremely good looking. "Wow," she thinks, but feels compelled tokeep going.&lt;br /&gt;She goes to the fourth floor and the sign reads: Floor 4 - These men havejobs, love kids, are drop-dead good looking and help with the housework.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, mercy me!" she exclaims, "I can hardly stand it!"&lt;br /&gt;Still, she goes to the fifth floor and sign reads: Floor 5 - These men havejobs, love kids, are drop-dead gorgeous, help with the housework, and have astrong romantic streak.&lt;br /&gt;She is so tempted to stay, but she goes to the sixth floor and the Signreads:&lt;br /&gt;Floor 6 - You are visitor 31,456,012 to this floor. There are no men on thisfloor.&lt;br /&gt;This floor exists solely as proof that women are impossible to please.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for shopping at the "Husband Store."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; &lt;w:WordDocument&gt;  &lt;w:View&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;  &lt;w:Zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;  &lt;w:PunctuationKerning/&gt;  &lt;w:ValidateAgainstSchemas/&gt;  &lt;w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;  &lt;w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;  &lt;w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;  &lt;w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:BreakWrappedTables/&gt;   &lt;w:SnapToGridInCell/&gt;   &lt;w:WrapTextWithPunct/&gt;   &lt;w:UseAsianBreakRules/&gt;   &lt;w:DontGrowAutofit/&gt;  &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;  &lt;w:BrowserLevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt; &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt;&lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; &lt;w:LatentStyles DefLockedState="false" LatentStyleCount="156"&gt; &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt;&lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt;&lt;style&gt; /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal";	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;	mso-style-noshow:yes;	mso-style-parent:"";	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;	mso-para-margin:0in;	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;	mso-pagination:widow-orphan;	font-size:10.0pt;	font-family:"Times New Roman";	mso-ansi-language:#0400;	mso-fareast-language:#0400;	mso-bidi-language:#0400;}&lt;/style&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;God asked Adam, "What's wrong with you?"&lt;br /&gt;Adam said he didn't have anyone to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;So, God said he was going to make Adam a companion and that it would be awoman. God said, "This person will gather food for you, and when youdiscover clothing she'll wash it for you. She will always agree with everydecision you make. She will bear your children and never ask you to get up inthe middle of the night to take care of them. She will never nag you, and shewill always be the first to admit she was wrong when you've had a disagreement.She will never have a headache and will freely give you love and passionwhenever you need it."&lt;br /&gt;Adam asked God, "What will a woman like this cost?"&lt;br /&gt;God replied, "An arm and a leg."&lt;br /&gt;Then Adam asked, "What can I get for a rib?" And the rest ishistory.&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/3446026688803407122-7027612688070645894?l=rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/feeds/7027612688070645894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3446026688803407122&amp;postID=7027612688070645894&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/7027612688070645894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/7027612688070645894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/2011/09/to-lighten-our-dayslaugh.html' title='to lighten our days.....laugh:))'/><author><name>Rona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SQGO-iqlx4I/AAAAAAAAANU/BVKN-EWUhuk/S220/119251361r119252951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3446026688803407122.post-3740460135408945235</id><published>2011-09-01T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T08:27:08.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is what makes you smile when you're tired.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="sqq"&gt;I'm back!!! been gone for a couple years but now i'm here.Oh i miss blogging so much. How much time has passed...its 2011 now,much has happened already.I'll be laying out  all the what-has soon.Ciao for now....be back soon (definitely).So tired right now.But i'm still smiling.(,'')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="sqq" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/love-is-what-makes-you-smile-when-you-re-tired/347618.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3446026688803407122-3740460135408945235?l=rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/feeds/3740460135408945235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3446026688803407122&amp;postID=3740460135408945235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/3740460135408945235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/3740460135408945235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/2011/09/love-is-what-makes-you-smile-when-youre.html' title='Love is what makes you smile when you&apos;re tired.'/><author><name>Rona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SQGO-iqlx4I/AAAAAAAAANU/BVKN-EWUhuk/S220/119251361r119252951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3446026688803407122.post-532575727067283653</id><published>2009-02-11T22:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T22:27:08.494+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><title type='text'>happiness  speaks ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Waiting can sometimes be one of the hardest thing to do, but on my case it surely is worth the wait .Gone were the days when I used to wish and hope that days would pass by so fast that nine months would just be a week away or days away. I am so happy I couldnt contain myself.Pardon me if I have been too  showy of my feelings but I just wanted to express myself. I am just an ordinary person, perhaps even insignificant by the worlds standards. But the happiness that is within me emanates from the feeling of being loved inspite of imperfections, amidsts tribulations. There are a few things that money cannot buy, and I am quite sure that this is one of it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ciao for now....wishing you my friends to all be happy just as I am......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3446026688803407122-532575727067283653?l=rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/feeds/532575727067283653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3446026688803407122&amp;postID=532575727067283653&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/532575727067283653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/532575727067283653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/2009/02/happiness-speaks.html' title='happiness  speaks ...'/><author><name>Rona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SQGO-iqlx4I/AAAAAAAAANU/BVKN-EWUhuk/S220/119251361r119252951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3446026688803407122.post-3520681382574915026</id><published>2009-01-27T21:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T21:46:48.925+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy  new  year'/><title type='text'>My  Looong   Vacation ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Holidays  are  long  over  but  I  had  an  extended  vacation. And  I'm  so  happy  that  I  was  able  to  spend  it  with  my  family  whom I  haven't  seen  for  quite  a  while. It's  been  our  family  tradition  actually  to   held  our  reunion  during   Christmastime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy  New  Year  everyone. Sorry  for  the  late  greetings and  posting.No internet (twas'  intended to be...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being  so  far away  from  them (My mom,dad, sisters  and  brothers, lola's  and  aunts  and  cousins)  is  kinda  hard   for  me  since  I  grew up  on  a  closely knit  family. I  have  been  yearning   for  that  time  to  be  with  them  again. I have  been  so  homesick  before that  I  used  to  cry  myself  to  self  and  calling  them  everyday.I  missed my   family, my  friends, everything  in my  life  before  I  came  here.But  that  was  before. Now  I  am  anticipating  for  my  wish  to  come  true.To be  where  my  heart  wants  me  to be.This  time  will  be  my  turning  point. It took me eight years  to  come  up  with  this  decision.I  am  just  waiting  for   someone  so very  important  to me  to   eventually  make  my  wish  come  true.I  have  learned  to  like it  here, I  really  do  but  a big  part  of  my  heart  longs  for  the  place  where  I  grew  up, I just  want  to  spend  more  time  with  my  parents. It  is  so hard to  make  decisions  in  life  but  I'm  keeping  my   fingers  crossed   anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3446026688803407122-3520681382574915026?l=rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/feeds/3520681382574915026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3446026688803407122&amp;postID=3520681382574915026&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/3520681382574915026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/3520681382574915026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-looong-vacation.html' title='My  Looong   Vacation ....'/><author><name>Rona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SQGO-iqlx4I/AAAAAAAAANU/BVKN-EWUhuk/S220/119251361r119252951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3446026688803407122.post-309728248201291588</id><published>2008-12-12T21:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:47:27.811+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas story'/><title type='text'>The Little Match Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SUJnT8g5T8I/AAAAAAAAARE/HSID2Aag9Ns/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 176px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SUJnT8g5T8I/AAAAAAAAARE/HSID2Aag9Ns/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278895305590919106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by:  HANS  CHRISTIAN  ANDERSEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most terribly cold it was; it snowed, and was nearly quite dark, and evening-- the last evening of the year. In this cold and darkness there went along the street a poor little girl, bareheaded, and with naked feet. When she left home she had slippers on, it is true; but what was the good of that? They were very large slippers, which her mother had hitherto worn; so large were they; and the poor little thing lost them as she scuffled away across the street, because of two carriages that rolled by dreadfully fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One slipper was nowhere to be found; the other had been laid hold of by an urchin, and off he ran with it; he thought it would do capitally for a cradle when he some day or other should have children himself. So the little maiden walked on with her tiny naked feet, that were quite red and blue from cold. She carried a quantity of matches in an old apron, and she held a bundle of them in her hand. Nobody had bought anything of her the whole livelong day; no one had given her a single farthing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She crept along trembling with cold and hunger--a very picture of sorrow, the poor little thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flakes of snow covered her long fair hair, which fell in beautiful curls around her neck; but of that, of course, she never once now thought. From all the windows the candles were gleaming, and it smelt so deliciously of roast goose, for you know it was New Year's Eve; yes, of that she thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a corner formed by two houses, of which one advanced more than the other, she seated herself down and cowered together. Her little feet she had drawn close up to her, but she grew colder and colder, and to go home she did not venture, for she had not sold any matches and could not bring a farthing of money: from her father she would certainly get blows, and at home it was cold too, for above her she had only the roof, through which the wind whistled, even though the largest cracks were stopped up with straw and rags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her little hands were almost numbed with cold. Oh! a match might afford her a world of comfort, if she only dared take a single one out of the bundle, draw it against the wall, and warm her fingers by it. She drew one out. "Rischt!" how it blazed, how it burnt! It was a warm, bright flame, like a candle, as she held her hands over it: it was a wonderful light. It seemed really to the little maiden as though she were sitting before a large iron stove, with burnished brass feet and a brass ornament at top. The fire burned with such blessed influence; it warmed so delightfully. The little girl had already stretched out her feet to warm them too; but--the small flame went out, the stove vanished: she had only the remains of the burnt-out match in her hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She rubbed another against the wall: it burned brightly, and where the light fell on the wall, there the wall became transparent like a veil, so that she could see into the room. On the table was spread a snow-white tablecloth; upon it was a splendid porcelain service, and the roast goose was steaming famously with its stuffing of apple and dried plums. And what was still more capital to behold was, the goose hopped down from the dish, reeled about on the floor with knife and fork in its breast, till it came up to the poor little girl; when--the match went out and nothing but the thick, cold, damp wall was left behind. She lighted another match. Now there she was sitting under the most magnificent Christmas tree: it was still larger, and more decorated than the one which she had seen through the glass door in the rich merchant's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thousands of lights were burning on the green branches, and gaily-colored pictures, such as she had seen in the shop-windows, looked down upon her. The little maiden stretched out her hands towards them when--the match went out. The lights of the Christmas tree rose higher and higher, she saw them now as stars in heaven; one fell down and formed a long trail of fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Someone is just dead!" said the little girl; for her old grandmother, the only person who had loved her, and who was now no more, had told her, that when a star falls, a soul ascends to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She drew another match against the wall: it was again light, and in the lustre there stood the old grandmother, so bright and radiant, so mild, and with such an expression of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Grandmother!" cried the little one. "Oh, take me with you! You go away when the match burns out; you vanish like the warm stove, like the delicious roast goose, and like the magnificent Christmas tree!" And she rubbed the whole bundle of matches quickly against the wall, for she wanted to be quite sure of keeping her grandmother near her. And the matches gave such a brilliant light that it was brighter than at noon-day: never formerly had the grandmother been so beautiful and so tall. She took the little maiden, on her arm, and both flew in brightness and in joy so high, so very high, and then above was neither cold, nor hunger, nor anxiety--they were with God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the corner, at the cold hour of dawn, sat the poor girl, with rosy cheeks and with a smiling mouth, leaning against the wall--frozen to death on the last evening of the old year. Stiff and stark sat the child there with her matches, of which one bundle had been burnt. "She wanted to warm herself," people said. No one had the slightest suspicion of what beautiful things she had seen; no one even dreamed of the splendor in which, with her grandmother she had entered on the joys of a new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-This  is  one  of  my  favorite  Christmas  story. It is  so  sad  and I would  feel  so  numb  whenever  I read  it. It taught  me a lot  of  lessons, about  the  reason  for  this  season, about  the  spirit  of  Christmas. If  only.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3446026688803407122-309728248201291588?l=rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/feeds/309728248201291588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3446026688803407122&amp;postID=309728248201291588&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/309728248201291588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/309728248201291588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/2008/12/little-match-girl.html' title='The Little Match Girl'/><author><name>Rona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SQGO-iqlx4I/AAAAAAAAANU/BVKN-EWUhuk/S220/119251361r119252951.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SUJnT8g5T8I/AAAAAAAAARE/HSID2Aag9Ns/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3446026688803407122.post-3607548289113715650</id><published>2008-12-12T20:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:19:28.057+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nativity'/><title type='text'>The  Nativity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SUJftmXUiRI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/Z1REp5PWaEI/s1600-h/nativity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 131px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SUJftmXUiRI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/Z1REp5PWaEI/s320/nativity.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278886950228756754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thousands of  years ago, in the town of Nazareth,                there lived a young woman named Mary. She was engaged                 to Joseph, a carpenter. One day an angel appeared before her and                told her she had been chosen to have a special baby. The baby would                be God's son and she must call him Jesus. Soon after the angel's visit, Mary and Joseph were                married. Mary was due to have her baby when they were told they                had to go on a long journey to Bethlehem, which was where Joseph                came from.This was because they had to pay a special tax. Mary had                to ride on a donkey for a few days over the hills of Gallilee. At last Mary and Joseph arrived in Bethlehem. It                was crowded with other people who needed to pay their taxes. Mary                was very tired and needed a place to stay. But there was no room for them. Eventually, one kind innkeeper                said he had a stable where he kept his animals. They were welcome                to stay there. And so it was that a few hours later, Mary gave birth                to her son in that stable. She wrapped Jesus in strips of cloth                and laid Him in a manger full of hay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At about  the same time, on a hillside overlooking Bethlehem,                some shepherds were watching over their sheep. A bright light appeared                in the sky. They were very afraid. It was an angel sent by God.                The angel told them not to be afraid, because he had some good news.                He said the Son of God had been born and they would find Him in                Bethlehem.The shepherds wanted to go and see the baby. When                they arrived at the stable, they were filled with joy at seeing                Jesus lying in the manger. They knelt down and worshipped Him. They                told Mary and Joseph how the angel had appeared in the sky and told                them that Jesus was to be the Saviour of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Far away in the East, Wise Men saw a new star shining high in the sky.                These men studied the stars and they knew this was a very special star.                They studied their scrolls where it said that whenever a bright new star appeared it               meant that a great ruler had been born. The Wise Men decided to find this new ruler.                They went to Jerusalem to see King Herod, as they thought the baby                would be in the palace.  The king  thought this new king                may take away his throne. He told them to return when they had found                the baby so that he could worship the child himself.The Wise Men set off to find the baby. They were                guided by the star to the stable in Bethlehem. Here they knelt down                and worshipped Jesus. They gave him gifts of gold, frankincense                and myrrh. That night, the men had the same dream where an                angel warned them that King Herod wanted to kill Jesus and told                them not to go back to his palace. The Wise Men went back to their own country without                calling to see Herod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after Joseph had a dream where an angel                told him to take Mary and Jesus to Egypt as King Herod had ordered                that Jesus be killed. They left Bethlehem right away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3446026688803407122-3607548289113715650?l=rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/feeds/3607548289113715650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3446026688803407122&amp;postID=3607548289113715650&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/3607548289113715650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/3607548289113715650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/2008/12/nativity.html' title='The  Nativity'/><author><name>Rona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SQGO-iqlx4I/AAAAAAAAANU/BVKN-EWUhuk/S220/119251361r119252951.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SUJftmXUiRI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/Z1REp5PWaEI/s72-c/nativity.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3446026688803407122.post-9019855973539010601</id><published>2008-12-11T15:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:02:29.433+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anniversary'/><title type='text'>happy  anniversary  to us.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SUDFFeqv3_I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/I2iVsHM8w7Y/s1600-h/BCaday1023.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278435461200601074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 293px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SUDFFeqv3_I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/I2iVsHM8w7Y/s320/BCaday1023.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I Miss You On Our Anniversary!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's lonelier than most days I'm alone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Even though we manage on the phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;To touch with words the face we cannot see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You away are far more dear to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Than anyone who might remain at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My love is in the places that you roam,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Being with you where I cannot be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We do not choose the objects of our passion,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But passively await the holy fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That immolates our past and lights our fate,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Twisting through the alleys of desire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So I am yours, and will contented wait,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Allowing love my life and will to fashion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The  day  I met  you...I found  true  love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A successful marriage requires falling in love many times, always with the same person.  ~Mignon McLaughlin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3446026688803407122-9019855973539010601?l=rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/feeds/9019855973539010601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3446026688803407122&amp;postID=9019855973539010601&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/9019855973539010601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/9019855973539010601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-anniversary-to-us.html' title='happy  anniversary  to us.....'/><author><name>Rona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SQGO-iqlx4I/AAAAAAAAANU/BVKN-EWUhuk/S220/119251361r119252951.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SUDFFeqv3_I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/I2iVsHM8w7Y/s72-c/BCaday1023.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3446026688803407122.post-125597275999762378</id><published>2008-12-01T17:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T21:26:19.296+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas lights'/><title type='text'>ChRistMas  in The StreeTs...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/STPldvJcPXI/AAAAAAAAAQk/8i0iscpElhs/s1600-h/Image000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/STPldvJcPXI/AAAAAAAAAQk/8i0iscpElhs/s320/Image000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274811887616015730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                    Nay   inside  the  house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/STPhQ7tJv0I/AAAAAAAAAQc/-uQOHFnxJ5c/s1600-h/Image020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/STPhQ7tJv0I/AAAAAAAAAQc/-uQOHFnxJ5c/s320/Image020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274807269602213698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                              The  neighborhood....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/STPg8T574eI/AAAAAAAAAQU/cnbgNx1A8_s/s1600-h/Image019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/STPg8T574eI/AAAAAAAAAQU/cnbgNx1A8_s/s320/Image019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274806915321029090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                Our  snowman hehehe... outside  our  home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/STPf4M-sJcI/AAAAAAAAAQM/PE5045h5UfA/s1600-h/Image021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/STPf4M-sJcI/AAAAAAAAAQM/PE5045h5UfA/s320/Image021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274805745230816706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                             Christmas  tree  from  dried  langka tree,adorned  with  colored  liquid candy  plastics and  miniature  lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The neighborhood  is  in a  frenzy.We  have  decided  to  join the   Christmas contest  in our place  under the  category: Most  Lighted  and  decorated  Street.&lt;br /&gt;I  have been  amazed  with  the  cooperation  and  effort  that  everyone  exerted.&lt;br /&gt;Our  official  lighting begins  tonight.As  the  lights  were  up, I  can't  help  but  be  awed.I know  it's  not  about the  prize  at stake  that  everybody  is  contributing, it's  about  the  pride  and  prestige.&lt;br /&gt;We  neighbors  seldom  had  a  chance  to  talk  and  mingle  with  each  other  since  most of the  people  in  the  neighborhood  have  jobs  during  the  day.But  this  time, all seemed  to  reach  out  and  enjoy  each  other's   company  as  we worked  towards one goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3446026688803407122-125597275999762378?l=rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/feeds/125597275999762378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3446026688803407122&amp;postID=125597275999762378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/125597275999762378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/125597275999762378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/2008/12/haller.html' title='ChRistMas  in The StreeTs...'/><author><name>Rona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SQGO-iqlx4I/AAAAAAAAANU/BVKN-EWUhuk/S220/119251361r119252951.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/STPldvJcPXI/AAAAAAAAAQk/8i0iscpElhs/s72-c/Image000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3446026688803407122.post-7391799761581340334</id><published>2008-11-29T20:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T21:14:45.140+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>do you  believe  in  destiny?</title><content type='html'>i  think i  do....just  bought  a bunch of   romantic  movies  and  I  watched  one  after  another.&lt;br /&gt;...as  usuall, cry cry na  pud ko hehehe...ooh  I  am  such  a  sucker  when it comes  to  romantic  movies.Here are  the  lists  of  movies  that  I've watched:&lt;br /&gt;-The  Notebook&lt;br /&gt;- Serendipity&lt;br /&gt;-A  walk  in  the  Clouds&lt;br /&gt;-Just  Like Heaven&lt;br /&gt;-Lakehouse&lt;br /&gt;-Kissing a  Fool&lt;br /&gt;-Sleepless  in  Seattle&lt;br /&gt;- Only  You&lt;br /&gt;-While  you  were  sleeping&lt;br /&gt;....that's  why  I  believed  in  destiny...or fate...or  whatever  we call it. In fact  I  consider  myself  lucky  having  watched  this  wonderful  movies...made me  realize  what  I  have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3446026688803407122-7391799761581340334?l=rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/feeds/7391799761581340334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3446026688803407122&amp;postID=7391799761581340334&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/7391799761581340334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/7391799761581340334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/2008/11/do-you-believe-in-destiny.html' title='do you  believe  in  destiny?'/><author><name>Rona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SQGO-iqlx4I/AAAAAAAAANU/BVKN-EWUhuk/S220/119251361r119252951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3446026688803407122.post-104671379368081440</id><published>2008-11-28T22:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T22:40:32.202+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/STAC2MYuEAI/AAAAAAAAAP8/hJvUUULmqKA/s1600-h/10058420.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/STAC2MYuEAI/AAAAAAAAAP8/hJvUUULmqKA/s320/10058420.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273718293711949826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Love  is not  a single  act, but  a climate in  which we  live.A lifetime  venture we are always learning,discovering and  growing.It is  not destroyed  by a single failure  or  won  by  a  caress.Love  is  a climate of  the  heart.&lt;br /&gt;Love  is  a  question  we have  always  attempted  to  answer in more than  one-way. This  only  shows that  it is  quite impossible  to grasp and  comprehend  the  totality of its  being.But we try don't  we?We  try  and  find out by  getting  hurt. We  try  and  find  out.&lt;br /&gt;When  you  enter  a  relationship, when  you  commit  yourself, you must  bear in mind  that  you  are also  sharing a part of  yourself  to  a  stranger who  by mere chance or  destined fate you  happen to like  and love.In  doing  so, you  take the  risk.He is  a  different  person  that  is why  you  shouldn't  expect him  to  be like you. To posess the  same thoughts, to  own the  same  emotions.You  love him  because  he is  he and not because  he is  you. This  being  so  you learn  to  accept him  in his  totality as a person.Growth  is  brought  about  by your  differences, which in one way  or  another  cultivate the relationship.It is  important to  remember that  trust  is  a vital  element of  any relationship. Unconditional  trust.No ifs, no buts.&lt;br /&gt;When  you love, honestly  love,  then you must be  willing to  sacrifice. There  are times  when  hurt  goes deep, when the pain is almost  unbearable, when  you  are  about to  give up.But loving is  not  giving up  easily.It is  being there  when all has been  done. When there  is   very  little  strength  left.When  it is too much  to  stand.Loving is  trusting.Loving  is letting  be.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody   promised you  a garden of  rose. But  you  are  a  promise. Get  the  best  out of life. Love  and get  hurt.Get  hurt  and  learn.Learn  and love again.It is  a  cycle  of  being. Experience  the  cycle.Experience  love.LOVE  AND  LIVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Author  unknown&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3446026688803407122-104671379368081440?l=rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/feeds/104671379368081440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3446026688803407122&amp;postID=104671379368081440&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/104671379368081440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/104671379368081440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/2008/11/love.html' title='LOVE'/><author><name>Rona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SQGO-iqlx4I/AAAAAAAAANU/BVKN-EWUhuk/S220/119251361r119252951.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/STAC2MYuEAI/AAAAAAAAAP8/hJvUUULmqKA/s72-c/10058420.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3446026688803407122.post-4083639208636427875</id><published>2008-11-28T22:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T22:05:22.143+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knowledge'/><title type='text'>All I really need to know I learned in kindergarten</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SS_6hObK73I/AAAAAAAAAP0/dTsuybO04Lc/s1600-h/10001841.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SS_6hObK73I/AAAAAAAAAP0/dTsuybO04Lc/s320/10001841.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273709137388826482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;All I really need to know about how to live and what                        to do and how to be I learned in kindergarten. Wisdom was                        not at the top of the graduate-school mountain, but there                        in the sandpile at Sunday School. These are the things I                        learned.&lt;/b&gt; Share everything. Play fair. Don't hit people.                        Put things back where you found them. Clean up your own                        mess. Don't take things that aren't yours. Say you're sorry                        when you hurt somebody. Wash your hands before you eat.                        Flush. Warm cookies and cold milk are good for you. Live                        a balanced life-learn some and think some and draw and paint                        and sing and dance and play and work every day some. &lt;b&gt;Take                        a nap every afternoon.&lt;/b&gt; When you go out into the world,                        watch out for traffic, hold hands, and stick together. &lt;b&gt;Be                        aware of wonder. Remember the little seed in the styrofoam                        cup: The roots go down and the plant goes up and nobody                        really knows how or why, but we are all like that.&lt;/b&gt; Goldfish                        and hamsters and white mice and even the little seed in                        the Styrofoam cup-they all die. So do we. &lt;b&gt;And then remember                        the Dick-and-Jane books and the first word you learned-the                        biggest word of all - LOOK.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;                       Everything you need to know is in there somewhere. The Golden                        Rule and love and basic sanitation. Ecology and politics                        and equality and sane living. &lt;b&gt;Take any of those items                        and extrapolate it into sophisticated adult terms and apply                        it to your family life or your work or your government or                        your world and it holds true and clear and firm. Think what                        a better world it would be if all-the whole world-had cookies                        and milk about three o'clock every afternoon and then lay                        down with our blankies for a nap. Or if all governments                        had a basic policy to always put thing back where they found                        them and to clean up their own mess. &lt;/b&gt;And it is still                        true, no matter how old you are-when you go out into the                        world, it is best to hold hands and stick together.                    &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;                     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;By Robert Fulghum                    &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3446026688803407122-4083639208636427875?l=rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/feeds/4083639208636427875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3446026688803407122&amp;postID=4083639208636427875&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/4083639208636427875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/4083639208636427875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/2008/11/all-i-really-need-to-know-i-learned-in.html' title='All I really need to know I learned in kindergarten'/><author><name>Rona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SQGO-iqlx4I/AAAAAAAAANU/BVKN-EWUhuk/S220/119251361r119252951.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SS_6hObK73I/AAAAAAAAAP0/dTsuybO04Lc/s72-c/10001841.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3446026688803407122.post-7290501241071121272</id><published>2008-11-22T19:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T22:01:59.692+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspirational'/><title type='text'>now  and  then</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Paradox of our Time by George Carlin&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller                        buildings but shorter tempers; wider freeways, but narrower                        viewpoints. We spend more, but have less; we buy more but                        enjoy less We have bigger houses and smaller families, more                        conveniences, but less time; we have more degrees, but less                        sense; more knowledge, but less judgment; more experts,                        yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness. We                        drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh                        too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late,                        get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and                        pray too seldom.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;                     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values.                        We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often. We've                        learned how to make a living, but not a life, we've added                        years to life not life to years. We've been all the way                        to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street                        to meet a new neighbor.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;                     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We conquered outer space but not inner space.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;                     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We've done larger things, but not better things.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;                     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;                     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We've conquered the atom, but not our prejudice.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;                     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We write more, but learn less.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;                     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We plan more, but accomplish less.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;                     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We've learned to rush, but not to wait.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;                     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We build more computers to hold more information to produce                        more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;                     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion; big                        men and small character; steep profits and shallow relationships.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;                     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier                        houses but broken homes. These are days of quick trips,                        disposable diapers, throw-away morality, one-night stands,                        overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer                        to quiet, to kill. It is a time when there is much in the                        show window and nothing in the stock room.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;                     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A time when technology can bring this letter to you, and                        a time when you can choose either to share this insight,                        or to just hit delete.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;                     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Remember, spend some time with your loved ones, because                        they are not going to be around forever.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;                     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Remember, say a kind word to someone who looks up to you                        in awe, because that little person soon will grow up and                        leave your side.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;                     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Remember, to give a warm hug to the one next to you, because                        that is the only treasure you can give with your heart and                        it doesn't cost a cent.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;                     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Remember, to say "I Love you" to your partner                        and your loved ones, but most of all mean it. A kiss and                        an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep inside                        of you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;                     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment, for some                        day, that person will not be there again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;                     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Give time to Love, give time to speak, give time to share                        the precious thoughts in your mind.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;                     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3446026688803407122-7290501241071121272?l=rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/feeds/7290501241071121272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3446026688803407122&amp;postID=7290501241071121272&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/7290501241071121272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/7290501241071121272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/2008/11/now-and-then.html' title='now  and  then'/><author><name>Rona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SQGO-iqlx4I/AAAAAAAAANU/BVKN-EWUhuk/S220/119251361r119252951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3446026688803407122.post-2990861195292564231</id><published>2008-11-17T20:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T21:33:30.249+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naval'/><title type='text'>a  tribute  to  where I am...</title><content type='html'>The  first  time  I  came  here to  actually  live, I  cried  bucket  of  tears. Yes. I  did  say  bucket.I    thought  I  could  not  survive  in  a  place  where  there  are  no   malls, fancy  restaurants, fastfoods, hotels, theaters&amp;amp;  cinemas, night places  to  go  for  barkada  gimmicks  not  even  a  Jollibee. The  place  had  only  one  big but  not  so  complete  supermart,one  wet  market, and  a few  business  establishments.I  could  not  imagine  myself  at  first, how  can  I  survive  in this  place  when  back home  SM  City  was  just  a  3minute  ride  from  my  house?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But  8 years  later   and  looking  back ....whew! I surely  have come  a long  way. I  guess  one  way  it  subdued  the  gimikera  image  of  me  and  made  me  appreciate  that  simple  things  in life I used to  take  for  granted.&lt;br /&gt;This  island  where  I  live now   is  a thing  of  beauty.They  call it  undiscovered  paradise.Well, I  wanted  to  post  here  pictures  depicting  what  this  island  has to offer.&lt;br /&gt;In the  map, it  looks  like  just  a  speck  atop  one  of  the main islands  of  the  Visayas,in the  Philippines.&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh...I  think  I  got  one. We  are  always  present  on the  list  whenever  there's  a  typhoon.Mostly  if  we  are  not  under  signal number 1, it  will  be 2 or  3 or  worse  the  center  of the  typhoon.In fact  in my  8years  of  existing  here,I   have  lost  count  of  the  number  of  typhoon  hits that  we have had.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SSFthzZso8I/AAAAAAAAAO8/24yN0pIBX2E/s1600-h/images.jpg1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 113px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SSFthzZso8I/AAAAAAAAAO8/24yN0pIBX2E/s320/images.jpg1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269613466501292994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SSFt3427GCI/AAAAAAAAAPE/AzyU2W9F8yU/s1600-h/images.jpg3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 113px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SSFt3427GCI/AAAAAAAAAPE/AzyU2W9F8yU/s320/images.jpg3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269613845923174434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SSFuACg-yXI/AAAAAAAAAPM/-OU6foE383E/s1600-h/images.jpg2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 113px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SSFuACg-yXI/AAAAAAAAAPM/-OU6foE383E/s320/images.jpg2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269613985954449778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is  our Pier ......          On the way to Naval...Going to the   market...&lt;br /&gt;Here  are  some pictures  I've  got  from the web.But  I  will  be  posting  my  own  pics any day  soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3446026688803407122-2990861195292564231?l=rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/feeds/2990861195292564231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3446026688803407122&amp;postID=2990861195292564231&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/2990861195292564231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/2990861195292564231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/2008/11/tribute-to-where-i-am.html' title='a  tribute  to  where I am...'/><author><name>Rona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SQGO-iqlx4I/AAAAAAAAANU/BVKN-EWUhuk/S220/119251361r119252951.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SSFthzZso8I/AAAAAAAAAO8/24yN0pIBX2E/s72-c/images.jpg1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3446026688803407122.post-572251453441508277</id><published>2008-11-17T19:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T20:02:30.283+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>falling  in love .... like  never   before</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SSFaWXO1XSI/AAAAAAAAAO0/lI3iR2NMf_g/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 140px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SSFaWXO1XSI/AAAAAAAAAO0/lI3iR2NMf_g/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269592379240045858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh!&lt;br /&gt;I  can't  wait  to  see  TWILIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Drama, Romance, Thriller and Teen&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;November 21st, 2008&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h3&gt;STARRING&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;a href="http://us.rd.yahoo.com/movies/exclusive/summit/twilightstar1/?http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/contributor/1807776250" class="inlinelink"&gt;Kristen Stewart&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://us.rd.yahoo.com/movies/exclusive/summit/twilightstar2/?http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/contributor/1808623206" class="inlinelink"&gt;Robert Pattinson&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://us.rd.yahoo.com/movies/exclusive/summit/twilightstar3/?http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/contributor/1800022672" class="inlinelink"&gt;Billy Burke&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://us.rd.yahoo.com/movies/exclusive/summit/twilightstar4/?http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/contributor/1800018788" class="inlinelink"&gt;Peter Facinelli&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://us.rd.yahoo.com/movies/exclusive/summit/twilightstar6/?http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/contributor/1807539331" class="inlinelink"&gt;Elizabeth Reaser&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://us.rd.yahoo.com/movies/exclusive/summit/twilightstar5/?http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/contributor/1809903022" class="inlinelink"&gt;Cam Gigandet&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://us.rd.yahoo.com/movies/exclusive/summit/twilightstar7/?http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/contributor/1808459018" class="inlinelink"&gt;Nikki Reed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3446026688803407122-572251453441508277?l=rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/feeds/572251453441508277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3446026688803407122&amp;postID=572251453441508277&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/572251453441508277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/572251453441508277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/2008/11/falling-in-love-like-never-before.html' title='falling  in love .... like  never   before'/><author><name>Rona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SQGO-iqlx4I/AAAAAAAAANU/BVKN-EWUhuk/S220/119251361r119252951.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SSFaWXO1XSI/AAAAAAAAAO0/lI3iR2NMf_g/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3446026688803407122.post-8578339439787084333</id><published>2008-11-17T19:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T21:36:00.216+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><title type='text'>been  away ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;well......&lt;br /&gt;it's  been  a while  since  my  last  post.&lt;br /&gt;I   miss blogging  so much.&lt;br /&gt;It's  not  that  I've been  away  physically, I  was  just  self-searching.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm....&lt;br /&gt;But the  outcome  of  my  search  has  done  me  good.&lt;br /&gt;I  realized  that  much  has  changed  within me.&lt;br /&gt;Before  I  was  such  a  jealous  person  and  very  selfish.I  was  so  short  tempered  and  I  could not  contain   my  negative   emotions . I  fall  short  in every  expectations  my  family  has  of  me.&lt;br /&gt;But  now, family  life  has  made  me  a better  person.&lt;br /&gt;I  am  not  the  jealous  person  anymore  maybe  because  I   have outgrown   my   insecurities.&lt;br /&gt;I  have  learned  to  be  selfless  instead  of selfish. I  am  able  to  control my  tempers  and  I  don't  dwell  anymore  on negative  thoughts and  emotions. I  have  learned  to look at  the  positive  side  of life    and  my  friends  said  it reflects  on my  face.&lt;br /&gt;It is  my  goal  never  to  forget  to  pray  each  day  for  His  guidance  that  I  might  do  well  each  day  of my  life. Afterall, we  will  pass  this  way  only once.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3446026688803407122-8578339439787084333?l=rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/feeds/8578339439787084333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3446026688803407122&amp;postID=8578339439787084333&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/8578339439787084333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/8578339439787084333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/2008/11/been-away.html' title='been  away ...'/><author><name>Rona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SQGO-iqlx4I/AAAAAAAAANU/BVKN-EWUhuk/S220/119251361r119252951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3446026688803407122.post-5363709108159131516</id><published>2008-10-31T22:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T22:22:42.019+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny  pics'/><title type='text'>lighten  up  a bit!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SQsUKqsrExI/AAAAAAAAAOs/rL32l6ICSR4/s1600-h/funny-halloween45.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SQsUKqsrExI/AAAAAAAAAOs/rL32l6ICSR4/s320/funny-halloween45.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263322763005465362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;  HAPPY   HALLOWEEN!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Photo  from  (www.myspacegraphicsandanimations.com)Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3446026688803407122-5363709108159131516?l=rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/feeds/5363709108159131516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3446026688803407122&amp;postID=5363709108159131516&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/5363709108159131516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/5363709108159131516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/2008/10/lighten-up-bit.html' title='lighten  up  a bit!'/><author><name>Rona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SQGO-iqlx4I/AAAAAAAAANU/BVKN-EWUhuk/S220/119251361r119252951.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SQsUKqsrExI/AAAAAAAAAOs/rL32l6ICSR4/s72-c/funny-halloween45.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3446026688803407122.post-1004111076085379543</id><published>2008-10-31T21:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T21:37:04.890+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='all saints day'/><title type='text'>All  Saints Day, Nov. 1 in  the  Philippines</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;All  Saints  Day  falls  on a  Saturday  this  year&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, and  its  gonna  be  tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;Thankfully, work's  until  half-day  only  so  I  can  spend  the  afternoon at  the cemetery. I  have  announced  early  that  I  would  be going and  visit my  loved  ones  since  I  wasn't  able  to  do  last  year  because  of my  work. I've  already  bought  flowers  at  the  "tabo"  this  afternoon, it was  nice though  for  only 150 php.It's  a  bundle  of  anthuriums,morning glory, baby's  breathe and those  tiny yellow and  white  flowers  that  looks  like mini  morning  glorys. It's  just me and  Shan  this  time, all  of  them  are  not  available.I can't  help  but  be  teary  eyed  thinking  how  we used to  be complete during these  times, visiting and  cleaning  there.&lt;br /&gt;I'm  a  bit  sad  coz'  I  won't  be able  to   visit  my  own  grandpa's  grave  because  I am miles  away.I  promise that I  will  visit  him when I   go  back  home  this  Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I  am  crying  now...ohhh, such  a  crybaby  of me, sorry  I  can't  help it.Tomorrow, Nov. 1, is also  a special  day  for me.It was  the  time I  fell  in love  with  him.You might think  it's  weird but  when  cupid's  arrow struck,you  can't  really  choose  the  date haha. And  he's  so  far  away  right  now  that  I miss  him so much.Nahhh....this  is  the  life  of  a  seafarer's  wife.&lt;br /&gt;Back  to  my  topic....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Way  back  when I  was  young, in my  howmtown  Iloilo, my  Lola  would  cook  usually  native  "kakanin's", but  here, they  don't  practice it.I  totally miss  my  Lola's  cooking. I am  quite  surprise   by  the  tradition  here  because  food  has  always  been  a  part  of  the  celebration.Well, so much  for  comparison, I  really  have  to sleep  early  tonight  so  I'll  be  ready  tomorrow. I  know  we have  to  clean the  place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3446026688803407122-1004111076085379543?l=rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/feeds/1004111076085379543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3446026688803407122&amp;postID=1004111076085379543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/1004111076085379543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/1004111076085379543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/2008/10/all-saints-day-nov-1-in-philippines.html' title='All  Saints Day, Nov. 1 in  the  Philippines'/><author><name>Rona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SQGO-iqlx4I/AAAAAAAAANU/BVKN-EWUhuk/S220/119251361r119252951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3446026688803407122.post-5332823531071212937</id><published>2008-10-25T22:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T21:37:47.864+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vase'/><title type='text'>a little  something  for  nanay</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My  mom-in- law  and  I recently  went  to  a Chinese  shop  selling  porcelain jars  and  decorations, they  were  giving  out  leaflets stating that    they  are  on  clearance  sale  for  the Chinese  new year.Nay  said  she really like something there  and  when I  saw  it  I  think it was  really  a  beauty.&lt;br /&gt;I would  like  to  describe it  but  I think  I  better  take  some  snaps and  post  it  here, um or maybe  post  what's  inside the shop. Of course we ended  up buying  the  jar , the  original  price  was  Php 22,000 or so  the  tag   says,the  owner  said  it has   handcrafted  designs, which  are more  intricate  than  painted  ones  but  because  they  are  on sale  from  20 to 90 %,we  got it for  only  Php 3,800  after  much  haggling. I told  nanay  it  would  be our  advanced  christmas  gift  to her since I  won't be here  for  the  holiday.I also  bought  something but  I  can't  describe  how beautiful it is, maybe  make  another  post  about  it  next  week , with  the picture and  all.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao  for  now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3446026688803407122-5332823531071212937?l=rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/feeds/5332823531071212937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3446026688803407122&amp;postID=5332823531071212937&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/5332823531071212937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/5332823531071212937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/2008/10/little-something-for-nanay.html' title='a little  something  for  nanay'/><author><name>Rona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SQGO-iqlx4I/AAAAAAAAANU/BVKN-EWUhuk/S220/119251361r119252951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3446026688803407122.post-3222224920440994748</id><published>2008-10-24T22:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T21:38:04.304+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my  place'/><title type='text'>Boracay</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SQHcm0k1IQI/AAAAAAAAAN8/riOm4jq0Ols/s1600-h/boracya+.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 122px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SQHcm0k1IQI/AAAAAAAAAN8/riOm4jq0Ols/s320/boracya+.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260728399251710210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SQHcVUiyqXI/AAAAAAAAAN0/uST2XmiLnB0/s1600-h/bora.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 135px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SQHcVUiyqXI/AAAAAAAAAN0/uST2XmiLnB0/s320/bora.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260728098595449202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This  is  Boracay. Bathe  in its  beauty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world-famous island of Boracay is located in Aklan province 345 kms. South of Manila. The island is accessible by air from Manila or Cebu through two principal gateways: Caticlan airport or Kalibo airport.&lt;br /&gt;Yahoo! Travel just announced  &lt;a title="world's most popular beaches of 2007" href="http://travel.yahoo.com/p-promo-21525019;_ylc=X3oDMTFzN2I4MzRhBF9TAzI3MTYxNDkEX3MDMjcxOTQ4MQRwb3MDMQRzZWMDZnAtcHVsc2UEc2xrA3RvcDIwMDdfYmVhY2hlcw"&gt;The World’s Most Popular Beaches of 2007&lt;/a&gt;, and on top of  the list is our  very  own Boracay Island in  Aklan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been  there  twice. The first  time  was  during  the  Holy  Week  where  my  barkadas  and  fellow workers  spent 3days  of  our  holiday vacation.It  took my  breathe  away the first moment  I laid  my  eyes  on the island.I  couldn't  believe  I  am touching  its  white fine sands with my  own two  feet.We were supposed  to  be  bonding  there  as friends  but  because  of  isssues  and  misunderstandings, I didn't  quite  enjoy.But don't take  me wrong, it's  not  because  of the place, it's because of the people  I am  with.Still, it is  my  favorite  place on  earth.&lt;br /&gt;The second  time was  more  memorable, coz  I  was  with  my  loved  ones  and  I  totally  enjoyed every  minute I  was  there, partaking  of it's  beauty. Whenever  I   gaze into  the  green sparkling  sea, I feel so calm and  serene, that it seems  all my  problems  are gone.Pardon me  if  I was  being too wordy  but  this is my  way  of sharing   my  beautiful  experience in Boracay. And  if its  not  yet  too much to  ask  from Ken, maybe we can  go  back there  for  summer  next  year? Just  hoping  huh. :0)&lt;br /&gt;Well  anyway, I'm  keeping my  fingers  crossed.I still have  five months  to  prep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3446026688803407122-3222224920440994748?l=rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/feeds/3222224920440994748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3446026688803407122&amp;postID=3222224920440994748&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/3222224920440994748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/3222224920440994748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/2008/10/boracay.html' title='Boracay'/><author><name>Rona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SQGO-iqlx4I/AAAAAAAAANU/BVKN-EWUhuk/S220/119251361r119252951.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SQHcm0k1IQI/AAAAAAAAAN8/riOm4jq0Ols/s72-c/boracya+.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3446026688803407122.post-8202138422716823062</id><published>2008-10-24T21:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T21:38:34.645+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>my  journey  home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;after  spending my time  musing, i decided  to start packing small  things  to  send home first via jrs -our local freight service.I was  thinking about how much  would it cost me  to send  most of the things first, mostly  stuffs  like books,clothes, little accessories and beddings.Would  it  be better if  I put them in big boxes  rather than pack  in plastics?Well, they  charged  really  high for boxes but only minimum for  pouches or plastics.I was also thinking  about  sending it  via  the postal agency because  I  think  they charge  cheaper but i'm  not  sure yet.&lt;br /&gt;maybe  tomorrow  i'll  drop  by  and  ask.Anyway i wont be  going  home till the 20th of dec.  and I was set going there  via plane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3446026688803407122-8202138422716823062?l=rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/feeds/8202138422716823062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3446026688803407122&amp;postID=8202138422716823062&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/8202138422716823062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/8202138422716823062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-journey-home.html' title='my  journey  home'/><author><name>Rona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SQGO-iqlx4I/AAAAAAAAANU/BVKN-EWUhuk/S220/119251361r119252951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3446026688803407122.post-7097155508960189995</id><published>2008-10-24T21:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T21:51:30.861+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humors'/><title type='text'>funny  sign</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SQHRo04VC1I/AAAAAAAAANs/wxSShjS7md4/s1600-h/NxWxuFHLPUSP7vcSy9Bttwss_t.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 156px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SQHRo04VC1I/AAAAAAAAANs/wxSShjS7md4/s320/NxWxuFHLPUSP7vcSy9Bttwss_t.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260716339065326418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-this one really perked up my day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;photo  from tripntale.com. thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3446026688803407122-7097155508960189995?l=rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/feeds/7097155508960189995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3446026688803407122&amp;postID=7097155508960189995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/7097155508960189995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/7097155508960189995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/2008/10/funny-sign.html' title='funny  sign'/><author><name>Rona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SQGO-iqlx4I/AAAAAAAAANU/BVKN-EWUhuk/S220/119251361r119252951.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SQHRo04VC1I/AAAAAAAAANs/wxSShjS7md4/s72-c/NxWxuFHLPUSP7vcSy9Bttwss_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3446026688803407122.post-6001847227501322193</id><published>2008-10-24T17:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T21:39:20.233+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depressed'/><title type='text'>unwell</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I woke up  this morning feeling  really low. Perhaps because  i'm depressed with  something.Ate KC has been chosen to be Miss Japan  for their school's  United Nations Celebration  and the  program  was  held  this morning.I was not able to attend, apparently because I'm  miles and miles away. I really wanted  to, I know she will  be happy if I'll  be  there but it just wont  do  for now. In my mind  it was  just  so  simple to  think  of  taking the plane and going  there  but in reality it's  not  that easy.But I promised  her that as  soon as my purpose  here is  done, I will  be going  home and that  would  be  soon.Anyway  I have asked  my  younger brother to  take pictures and send it  to  my cp  but my cp can't  receive multi-media message, it sez on the screen duh ;).Deal  with  it  later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah, feeling  better now. I didn't  go  to  work today. Not  just on my element.I spent the whole day musing.hmmp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3446026688803407122-6001847227501322193?l=rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/feeds/6001847227501322193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3446026688803407122&amp;postID=6001847227501322193&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/6001847227501322193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/6001847227501322193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/2008/10/unwell.html' title='unwell'/><author><name>Rona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SQGO-iqlx4I/AAAAAAAAANU/BVKN-EWUhuk/S220/119251361r119252951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3446026688803407122.post-1233328488863621608</id><published>2008-10-21T21:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T21:39:52.404+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>something  personal ...</title><content type='html'>Barbara De Angelis:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is a choice you make from moment to moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- I  totally agree. If  we  look  closely at  everything  around  us, we will see that we are  surrounded  by love.Love  from our special someone, from  our family,from our children, from our friends, from  our co-workers and most importantly,the love  that God unconditionally  gave us.It is  indeed  a  choice that we  make every  moment  of our lives.If  we  choose  not  to love, we  are giving  up all the joys and warmth  only love  can  give.Although  sometimes  love  can be very  painful, like  a thorn it  would  leave scars into  our  lives, but as human  beings we learn  how to  forgive and forget and  love again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3446026688803407122-1233328488863621608?l=rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/feeds/1233328488863621608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3446026688803407122&amp;postID=1233328488863621608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/1233328488863621608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/1233328488863621608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/2008/10/something-personal.html' title='something  personal ...'/><author><name>Rona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SQGO-iqlx4I/AAAAAAAAANU/BVKN-EWUhuk/S220/119251361r119252951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3446026688803407122.post-7733919777619757600</id><published>2008-10-14T21:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T21:40:27.506+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='xmas gifts'/><title type='text'>Christmas  is  fast  approaching...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The  starting  of  months  ending  with "ber"  usually  means  that  Christmas is  fast approaching, and Christmastime is  my  favorite part  of  the year.I have lots of  reasons  as to  why :  during this  time of the year I  usually  take a leave  from  work  and  visit  my  family  in my hometown and celebrate our yearly family reunion,that December  is  our wedding  anniversary month and December 10 is the  birthday of my beloved Nanay Neneng,I'm usually at my  happiest during the Christmas  season most  especially  because we get  to  celebrate  the  birth of our Savior Jesus Christ.This  year, I already  made a list  of  things  to  buy  for  the  family.I'm  going to post  it  here lest' I  forget about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Smart link  phone kit  for ken.&lt;br /&gt;2. Treadmill  for  me.&lt;br /&gt;3. Tom and  Jerry  stuffed toy  for  dale.&lt;br /&gt;4. A new  barbie doll  for  ate kc.&lt;br /&gt;5. Round table  for  Nay and  Tay.&lt;br /&gt;6. Dress  for  Lola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;might as  well  start  looking  right now to  avoid the holiday  rush...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3446026688803407122-7733919777619757600?l=rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/feeds/7733919777619757600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3446026688803407122&amp;postID=7733919777619757600&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/7733919777619757600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/7733919777619757600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/2008/10/christmas-is-fast-approaching.html' title='Christmas  is  fast  approaching...'/><author><name>Rona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SQGO-iqlx4I/AAAAAAAAANU/BVKN-EWUhuk/S220/119251361r119252951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3446026688803407122.post-3534146929785583592</id><published>2008-10-13T21:48:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T22:08:02.884+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humors'/><title type='text'>techy savvy....</title><content type='html'>Some funny  pics I've  gathered from  the web.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SPNU4cfIGmI/AAAAAAAAANM/8qNDU1j1JF8/s1600-h/work.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SPNU4cfIGmI/AAAAAAAAANM/8qNDU1j1JF8/s320/work.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256638518767655522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; HUh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SPNUq2Z_kPI/AAAAAAAAANE/ASWHqKR9kAM/s1600-h/wallpaper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SPNUq2Z_kPI/AAAAAAAAANE/ASWHqKR9kAM/s320/wallpaper.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256638285207277810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Too much?!!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SPNURDRuGvI/AAAAAAAAAM0/VpQTvuOzcJ0/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SPNURDRuGvI/AAAAAAAAAM0/VpQTvuOzcJ0/s320/2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256637841985641202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;    Unfinished business????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SPNUHGPonuI/AAAAAAAAAMs/uleeU0rM1QI/s1600-h/box.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SPNUHGPonuI/AAAAAAAAAMs/uleeU0rM1QI/s320/box.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256637670983507682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  New  Design for  Kids. Hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SPNT81RNwxI/AAAAAAAAAMk/Ztqf2s4fHas/s1600-h/cd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SPNT81RNwxI/AAAAAAAAAMk/Ztqf2s4fHas/s320/cd.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256637494628041490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Coooolllll.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SPNTvQwTlAI/AAAAAAAAAMc/2kLODqsrGYg/s1600-h/chips.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SPNTvQwTlAI/AAAAAAAAAMc/2kLODqsrGYg/s320/chips.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256637261488034818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hmmm.Christmas  is  in the air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: Funnypotato.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3446026688803407122-3534146929785583592?l=rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/feeds/3534146929785583592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3446026688803407122&amp;postID=3534146929785583592&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/3534146929785583592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/3534146929785583592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/2008/10/techy-savvy.html' title='techy savvy....'/><author><name>Rona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SQGO-iqlx4I/AAAAAAAAANU/BVKN-EWUhuk/S220/119251361r119252951.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SPNU4cfIGmI/AAAAAAAAANM/8qNDU1j1JF8/s72-c/work.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3446026688803407122.post-5935751398538594982</id><published>2008-10-13T20:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T21:03:44.866+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my  life'/><title type='text'>What  gift  to  give?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SPNHFrGdinI/AAAAAAAAALk/q8a-eI5YPx4/s1600-h/image28eg3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SPNHFrGdinI/AAAAAAAAALk/q8a-eI5YPx4/s320/image28eg3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256623352866245234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I have  posted  here a picture  during  that flood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  have  been  wondering  what  gift  to  give  for  the  kind  angel who  saved my parent's  lives during that  flood in my  hometown, you must have  read  or  heard  about it  in the  news  somewhere.I  have  been  thinking  of  thanking  her personally  but the  shy  person  that  I am I guess  that seems to  be impossible.Writing  her  a  letter of  thank you  perhaps?, I  think  she  deserves much better.Maybe I'll  try sending  her  flowers  with  thank  you  notes. I know  that  no material  thing can   ever  surpass  the  kind  deed  that  she  has  done  to my  parents. I, from  the  deepest  of  my  heart would  like  to  thank YOU... MA'AM for  saving  two precious  people in my life.I realized  that  one  way  of  returning the kindness that  we have received  is  to  give it  back  also to those  who  need it most.  I hope  that  there  are  more  angels  like  you  that roam  this world  that  we live in. God Bless You and  your  Family!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3446026688803407122-5935751398538594982?l=rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/feeds/5935751398538594982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3446026688803407122&amp;postID=5935751398538594982&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/5935751398538594982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/5935751398538594982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-gift-to-give.html' title='What  gift  to  give?'/><author><name>Rona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SQGO-iqlx4I/AAAAAAAAANU/BVKN-EWUhuk/S220/119251361r119252951.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SPNHFrGdinI/AAAAAAAAALk/q8a-eI5YPx4/s72-c/image28eg3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3446026688803407122.post-8374477433917651805</id><published>2008-10-13T19:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T21:42:25.564+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiring  story'/><title type='text'>World  Peace</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here  is  a story told in  a  conference that  I've attended, read  and  ponder  the  essence  of  the  story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A  kind man was  conversing with  two  of  his friends. The  man asked one  of  them, "How  do you  know when  the  night  is  over and  a new day  has begun?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His  friend  replied,"When  you look in  the east and  can  distinguish a  sheep  from  a goat,  then you know the night is over and  a  new day  has  begun."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He  asked  the  second  one the  same  question. He replied, "When  you look  into  the  distance  and  can  distinguish  an olive tree  from  a  fig  tree,  then  you  know morning  has  come  and  a new day  has begun."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then  the  two  friends  asked  him  back  the  same  question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He thought  for a while  and then said, "When  you look into  the  east and see the  face  of  a woman  and  can  say, "She is  my  sister, and when  you look  into  the  West and see the face of a man  and  can  say,"He is my  brother, then  you know the light of  a new day  has come."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  story reminds  us  of brotherhood. If only  all  the  hatred  that  exists  among  people  can be  erased  and  replaced  with love  for   our  fellow  human  beings, then maybe  world  peace wouldn't  seem  impossible after all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3446026688803407122-8374477433917651805?l=rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/feeds/8374477433917651805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3446026688803407122&amp;postID=8374477433917651805&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/8374477433917651805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/8374477433917651805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/2008/10/world-peace.html' title='World  Peace'/><author><name>Rona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SQGO-iqlx4I/AAAAAAAAANU/BVKN-EWUhuk/S220/119251361r119252951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3446026688803407122.post-7827802630458194819</id><published>2008-10-12T13:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T13:28:43.588+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interesting topics'/><title type='text'>Web  acronyms  for  newbies....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HTML - Hyper Text Markup Language&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Web pages are written in hypertext, this is not because the text moves quickly, but rather because it can interact (a little) with the reader. A book (or a Word document) will always stay the same each time you read it, but hypertext is meant to be easily changed and manipulated so that it could ultimately be Dynamic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;DHTML or dHTML - Dynamic HTML&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a combination of the Document Object Model (DOM), Cascading Style Sheets (CSS), and JavaScript that allows HTML to interact more directly with the readers. For more information, read my article Dynamic HTML References. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;DOM - Document Object Model&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the specification for how the HTML, JavaScript, and CSS will interact to form Dynamic HTML. It defines the methods and objects available for Web Developers to use. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;CSS - Cascading Style Sheets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Style sheets are directives for browsers to display Web pages exactly how the designer would like to display them. They allow for very specific control over the look and feel of a Web page. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;XML - eXtensible Markup Language&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a markup language that allows developers to develop their own markup language. For more information, I would read my article XML Explained. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;URL - Uniform Resource Locator (some say Universal Resource Locator)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the Web page address. The Internet works very much like the post office in that it needs an address to send information to and from. The URL is the address that the Web uses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HTTP - Hyper Text Transfer Protocol (some say Hyper Text Transport Protocol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, when you see this in a URL, all it means is Web Page. However, it is officially the method that the "post office" uses to send your Web page from it's home to your Web browser. It is the way the "hypertext" (Web page information) is transferred to your computer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FTP - File Transfer Protocol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you see this in a URL it usually means that instead of a Web server machine on the other end, you are connecting to a file server machine. For our purposes, the difference between ftp:// and http:// is that FTP usually means that something will be saved to your hard drive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: About.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3446026688803407122-7827802630458194819?l=rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/feeds/7827802630458194819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3446026688803407122&amp;postID=7827802630458194819&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/7827802630458194819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/7827802630458194819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/2008/10/web-acronyms-for-newbies.html' title='Web  acronyms  for  newbies....'/><author><name>Rona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SQGO-iqlx4I/AAAAAAAAANU/BVKN-EWUhuk/S220/119251361r119252951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3446026688803407122.post-403500058096147911</id><published>2008-10-12T13:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T21:18:49.343+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interesting topics'/><title type='text'>Web  acronyms</title><content type='html'>A comprehensive A-Z list of abbreviations, acronyms and slang words as used on the internet and in mobile phone text messages.&lt;br /&gt;# 2L8&lt;br /&gt; Too late&lt;br /&gt;# 2U2&lt;br /&gt; To You Too&lt;br /&gt;# 4GM&lt;br /&gt; Forgive me&lt;br /&gt;# 4RL?&lt;br /&gt; For Real?&lt;br /&gt;# AAMOF&lt;br /&gt; As A Matter Of Fact&lt;br /&gt;# AAR&lt;br /&gt; At Any Rate&lt;br /&gt;# AAYF&lt;br /&gt; As Always, Your Friend&lt;br /&gt;# AFN&lt;br /&gt; that's All For Now&lt;br /&gt;# AISB&lt;br /&gt; As I Said before&lt;br /&gt;# AISI&lt;br /&gt; As I See it&lt;br /&gt;# AOTA&lt;br /&gt; All Of The Above&lt;br /&gt;# ASAP&lt;br /&gt; As Soon as Possible&lt;br /&gt;# ASL&lt;br /&gt; Age, Sex, Location?&lt;br /&gt;# ASLP&lt;br /&gt; Age, Sex, Location, Picture?&lt;br /&gt;# ATM&lt;br /&gt; At The Moment&lt;br /&gt;# AWA&lt;br /&gt; As Well As&lt;br /&gt;# B/C&lt;br /&gt; Because&lt;br /&gt;# B4&lt;br /&gt; Before&lt;br /&gt;# B4N&lt;br /&gt; Bye For Now&lt;br /&gt;# BAC&lt;br /&gt; Back At Computer&lt;br /&gt;# BBL&lt;br /&gt; Be Back Later&lt;br /&gt;# BBS&lt;br /&gt; Be Back Soon&lt;br /&gt;# BCNU&lt;br /&gt; Be Seeing You&lt;br /&gt;# BD&lt;br /&gt; Big Deal&lt;br /&gt;# BF&lt;br /&gt; Boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;# BFN&lt;br /&gt; Bye For Now&lt;br /&gt;# BOT&lt;br /&gt; Back On Topic&lt;br /&gt;# BR&lt;br /&gt; Best Regards&lt;br /&gt;# BRB&lt;br /&gt; Be Right Back&lt;br /&gt;# BRH&lt;br /&gt; Be Right Here&lt;br /&gt;# BTA&lt;br /&gt; But Then Again....&lt;br /&gt;# BTW&lt;br /&gt; By The Way&lt;br /&gt;# CMIIW&lt;br /&gt; Correct Me If I'm wrong.&lt;br /&gt;# CU&lt;br /&gt; See You&lt;br /&gt;# CUL&lt;br /&gt; See You Later.&lt;br /&gt;# CUL8R&lt;br /&gt; See You Later&lt;br /&gt;# CWYL&lt;br /&gt; Chat With You Later.&lt;br /&gt;# CYA&lt;br /&gt; See Ya&lt;br /&gt;# DIKU&lt;br /&gt; Do I Know You?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# DIY&lt;br /&gt; Do It Yourself&lt;br /&gt;# DL&lt;br /&gt; Download&lt;br /&gt;# E2EG&lt;br /&gt; Ear To Ear Grin&lt;br /&gt;# EM&lt;br /&gt; E-Mail&lt;br /&gt;# EMA&lt;br /&gt; E-mail Address&lt;br /&gt;# EOD&lt;br /&gt; End Of Discussion&lt;br /&gt;# EOF&lt;br /&gt; End Of File&lt;br /&gt;# EOL&lt;br /&gt; End Of Lecture&lt;br /&gt;# EOM&lt;br /&gt; End Of Message&lt;br /&gt;# EOS&lt;br /&gt; End Of Show&lt;br /&gt;# EOT&lt;br /&gt; End Of Thread (i.e. end of discussion)&lt;br /&gt;# EZ&lt;br /&gt; Easy&lt;br /&gt;# F2F&lt;br /&gt; Face To Face&lt;br /&gt;# FAQ&lt;br /&gt; Frequently Asked Question&lt;br /&gt;# FC&lt;br /&gt; Fingers Crossed&lt;br /&gt;# FCOL&lt;br /&gt; For Crying Out Loud&lt;br /&gt;# FIFO&lt;br /&gt; First In First Out&lt;br /&gt;# FOAF&lt;br /&gt; Friend Of A Friend&lt;br /&gt;# FOC&lt;br /&gt; Free Of Charge&lt;br /&gt;# FYI&lt;br /&gt; For Your Information&lt;br /&gt;# G&lt;br /&gt; Grin&lt;br /&gt;# G2G&lt;br /&gt; Gotta go&lt;br /&gt;# GA&lt;br /&gt; Go Ahead&lt;br /&gt;# GAL&lt;br /&gt; Get A Life&lt;br /&gt;# GF&lt;br /&gt; Girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;# GFN&lt;br /&gt; Gone For Now&lt;br /&gt;# GG&lt;br /&gt; Good Game&lt;br /&gt;# GGN&lt;br /&gt; Gotta Go Now&lt;br /&gt;# GGOH&lt;br /&gt; Gotta Get Outta Here&lt;br /&gt;# GIGO&lt;br /&gt; Garbage In, Garbage Out&lt;br /&gt;# GJ&lt;br /&gt; Good Job&lt;br /&gt;# GL&lt;br /&gt; Good Luck&lt;br /&gt;# GM&lt;br /&gt; Good Move&lt;br /&gt;# GR&lt;br /&gt; Gotta Run&lt;br /&gt;# GR8&lt;br /&gt; Great&lt;br /&gt;# GTG&lt;br /&gt; Got To Go&lt;br /&gt;# GTR&lt;br /&gt; Got To Run&lt;br /&gt;# GTRM&lt;br /&gt; Going To Read Mail&lt;br /&gt;# H&lt;br /&gt; Hug&lt;br /&gt;# H&amp;K&lt;br /&gt; Hugs and Kisses&lt;br /&gt;# H/O&lt;br /&gt; Hold On&lt;br /&gt;# HAGD&lt;br /&gt; Have A Good Day&lt;br /&gt;# HAGO&lt;br /&gt; Have A Good One&lt;br /&gt;# HAK&lt;br /&gt; Hugs And Kisses&lt;br /&gt;# HAND&lt;br /&gt; Have A Nice Day&lt;br /&gt;# HB&lt;br /&gt; Hug Back&lt;br /&gt;# HB&lt;br /&gt; Hurry Back&lt;br /&gt;# HF&lt;br /&gt; Have Fun&lt;br /&gt;# HH&lt;br /&gt; Ha-Ha&lt;br /&gt;# HH&lt;br /&gt; Holding Hands&lt;br /&gt;# HHOJ&lt;br /&gt; Ha Ha, Only Joking&lt;br /&gt;# HHOK&lt;br /&gt; Ha Ha, Only Kidding&lt;br /&gt;# HHVF&lt;br /&gt; Ha-ha, Very Funny&lt;br /&gt;# HOAS&lt;br /&gt; Hold On A Second&lt;br /&gt;# HTH&lt;br /&gt; Hope That Helps&lt;br /&gt;# IAC&lt;br /&gt; In Any Case&lt;br /&gt;# IAE&lt;br /&gt; In Any Event&lt;br /&gt;# IB&lt;br /&gt; I'm Back&lt;br /&gt;# IB2D&lt;br /&gt; I Beg To Differ&lt;br /&gt;# IC&lt;br /&gt; I See&lt;br /&gt;# ICQ&lt;br /&gt; I Seek You.&lt;br /&gt;# IDGAD&lt;br /&gt; I Don't Give A Damn.&lt;br /&gt;# IDGI&lt;br /&gt; I Don't Get It&lt;br /&gt;# IDK&lt;br /&gt; I Don't Know&lt;br /&gt;# IDTS&lt;br /&gt; I Don't Think So&lt;br /&gt;# IIRC&lt;br /&gt; If I Remember Correctly&lt;br /&gt;# IK&lt;br /&gt; I Know&lt;br /&gt;# IKWUM&lt;br /&gt; I Know What You Mean&lt;br /&gt;# ILU&lt;br /&gt; I Love You&lt;br /&gt;# ILY&lt;br /&gt; I Love You&lt;br /&gt;# IM&lt;br /&gt; Instant Message&lt;br /&gt;# IME&lt;br /&gt; In My Experience&lt;br /&gt;# IMHO&lt;br /&gt; In My Humble Opinion&lt;br /&gt;# IMO&lt;br /&gt; In My Opinion&lt;br /&gt;# INPO&lt;br /&gt; In No Particular Order&lt;br /&gt;# IOH&lt;br /&gt; I'm Outta Here&lt;br /&gt;# ITA&lt;br /&gt; I Totally Agree&lt;br /&gt;# IYO&lt;br /&gt; In Your Opinion&lt;br /&gt;# JK&lt;br /&gt; Just Kidding&lt;br /&gt;# JAM&lt;br /&gt; Just A Minute.&lt;br /&gt;# JAS&lt;br /&gt; Just A Second&lt;br /&gt;# JIC&lt;br /&gt; Just In Case&lt;br /&gt;# K&lt;br /&gt; OK&lt;br /&gt;# KIR&lt;br /&gt; Keepin' It Real&lt;br /&gt;# KISS&lt;br /&gt; Keep It Simple, Stupid&lt;br /&gt;# KIT&lt;br /&gt; Keep In Touch&lt;br /&gt;# L&lt;br /&gt; Laugh&lt;br /&gt;# L8R&lt;br /&gt; Later&lt;br /&gt;# LMK&lt;br /&gt; Let Me Know&lt;br /&gt;# LOL&lt;br /&gt; Laughing Out Loud&lt;br /&gt;# LTNS&lt;br /&gt; Long Time No See&lt;br /&gt;# LTR&lt;br /&gt; Long term relationship&lt;br /&gt;# LY&lt;br /&gt; Love You&lt;br /&gt;# LYK&lt;br /&gt; Let you know&lt;br /&gt;# LYL&lt;br /&gt; Love You Lots&lt;br /&gt;# M8&lt;br /&gt; Mate&lt;br /&gt;# ME2&lt;br /&gt; Me Too&lt;br /&gt;# MTFBWY&lt;br /&gt; May The Force Be With You&lt;br /&gt;# MYOB&lt;br /&gt; Mind Your Own Business&lt;br /&gt;# N/C&lt;br /&gt; Not Cool&lt;br /&gt;# NBD&lt;br /&gt; No Big Deal&lt;br /&gt;# NE1&lt;br /&gt; Anyone&lt;br /&gt;# NFW&lt;br /&gt; No F****** Way&lt;br /&gt;# NIMBY&lt;br /&gt; Not In My Back Yard&lt;br /&gt;# NLT&lt;br /&gt; No later than...&lt;br /&gt;# NM&lt;br /&gt; Nevermind&lt;br /&gt;# NO1&lt;br /&gt; No-one&lt;br /&gt;# NOYB&lt;br /&gt; None Of Your Business&lt;br /&gt;# NP&lt;br /&gt; No Problem&lt;br /&gt;# NRN&lt;br /&gt; No Reply Necessary&lt;br /&gt;# NT&lt;br /&gt; No Thanks&lt;br /&gt;# NTL&lt;br /&gt; NeverTheLess&lt;br /&gt;# NW&lt;br /&gt; No Way&lt;br /&gt;# OAO&lt;br /&gt; Over And Out&lt;br /&gt;# OIC&lt;br /&gt; Oh, I See&lt;br /&gt;# OJ&lt;br /&gt; Only Joking&lt;br /&gt;# OK&lt;br /&gt; Only Kidding&lt;br /&gt;# OL&lt;br /&gt; the Old Lady&lt;br /&gt;# OM&lt;br /&gt; the Old Man&lt;br /&gt;# OMG&lt;br /&gt; Oh My Gosh&lt;br /&gt;# OT&lt;br /&gt; Off Topic&lt;br /&gt;# OTC&lt;br /&gt; Over The Counter&lt;br /&gt;# OTW&lt;br /&gt; On The Way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; PLZ&lt;br /&gt; Please&lt;br /&gt;# POV&lt;br /&gt; Point Of View&lt;br /&gt;# PPL&lt;br /&gt; People&lt;br /&gt;# QT&lt;br /&gt; Cutie&lt;br /&gt;# RFC&lt;br /&gt; Request For Comment&lt;br /&gt;# RL&lt;br /&gt; Real Life&lt;br /&gt;# ROFL&lt;br /&gt; Rolling On Floor Laughing&lt;br /&gt;# ROTF&lt;br /&gt; Rolling On The Floor (laughing is implied)&lt;br /&gt;# ROTFL&lt;br /&gt; Rolling On The Floor Laughing&lt;br /&gt;# ROTFLOL&lt;br /&gt; Rolling On The Floor Laughing Out Loud&lt;br /&gt;# RSN&lt;br /&gt; Real Soon Now&lt;br /&gt;# RU&lt;br /&gt; aRe yoU?&lt;br /&gt;# RUOK&lt;br /&gt; Are You OK?&lt;br /&gt;# S/B&lt;br /&gt; Should Be&lt;br /&gt;# SLY&lt;br /&gt; Still Love You&lt;br /&gt;# SMS&lt;br /&gt; Short Message Service&lt;br /&gt;# SN&lt;br /&gt; Screen Name&lt;br /&gt;# SO&lt;br /&gt; Significant Other&lt;br /&gt;# SOS&lt;br /&gt; Someone Special&lt;br /&gt;# SOTA&lt;br /&gt; State Of The Art&lt;br /&gt;# SPST&lt;br /&gt; Same Place, Same Time&lt;br /&gt;# STR8&lt;br /&gt; Straight&lt;br /&gt;# STW&lt;br /&gt; Search The Web&lt;br /&gt;# SY&lt;br /&gt; Sincerely Yours&lt;br /&gt;# SYL&lt;br /&gt; See You Later&lt;br /&gt;# THX&lt;br /&gt; Thanks&lt;br /&gt;# TIA&lt;br /&gt; Thanks In Advance&lt;br /&gt;# TM&lt;br /&gt; Text Message&lt;br /&gt;# TNT&lt;br /&gt; 'Til Next Time&lt;br /&gt;# TNX&lt;br /&gt; Thanks&lt;br /&gt;# TVM&lt;br /&gt; Thanks Very Much&lt;br /&gt;# TWIMC&lt;br /&gt; To Whom It May Concern&lt;br /&gt;# TY&lt;br /&gt; Thank You&lt;br /&gt;# TYVM&lt;br /&gt; Thank You Very Much&lt;br /&gt;# U2&lt;br /&gt; You Too&lt;br /&gt;# UR&lt;br /&gt; You aRe&lt;br /&gt;# UR&lt;br /&gt; Your&lt;br /&gt;# UW&lt;br /&gt; yoU're Welcome&lt;br /&gt;# W/&lt;br /&gt; With&lt;br /&gt;# W/E&lt;br /&gt; Whatever&lt;br /&gt;# W/O&lt;br /&gt; Without&lt;br /&gt;# W2F&lt;br /&gt; Way Too Funny&lt;br /&gt;# W8&lt;br /&gt; Wait&lt;br /&gt;# W8AM&lt;br /&gt; Wait A Minute&lt;br /&gt;# WB&lt;br /&gt; Welcome Back&lt;br /&gt;# WC&lt;br /&gt; WelCome&lt;br /&gt;# XOXOXO&lt;br /&gt; Hugs And Kisses&lt;br /&gt;# Y&lt;br /&gt; Why?&lt;br /&gt;# YBS&lt;br /&gt; You'll Be Sorry&lt;br /&gt;# YL&lt;br /&gt; Young Lady&lt;br /&gt;# YM&lt;br /&gt; Young Man&lt;br /&gt;# YR&lt;br /&gt; Yea, Right.&lt;br /&gt;# YRG&lt;br /&gt; You Are Good!&lt;br /&gt;# YVW&lt;br /&gt; You're Very Welcome&lt;br /&gt;# ZZZ&lt;br /&gt; Sleepy, bored or tired&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Source: &lt;br /&gt;Tell a friend about WebAcronyms.com   -    Sitemap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2002-2008 WebAcronyms.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3446026688803407122-403500058096147911?l=rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/feeds/403500058096147911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3446026688803407122&amp;postID=403500058096147911&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/403500058096147911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/403500058096147911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/2008/10/web-acronyms.html' title='Web  acronyms'/><author><name>Rona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SQGO-iqlx4I/AAAAAAAAANU/BVKN-EWUhuk/S220/119251361r119252951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3446026688803407122.post-5178455366812567335</id><published>2008-10-10T19:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T20:13:38.813+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humors'/><title type='text'>computers....computers...computers....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SO9F-JuULjI/AAAAAAAAALM/TneTMiMNUfE/s1600-h/img3c9cd991c8332.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SO9F-JuULjI/AAAAAAAAALM/TneTMiMNUfE/s320/img3c9cd991c8332.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255496224229043762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My  line of  work has got to do with  computers, and sometimes  things  can  go  crazy.To give  you  an idea,here  are some computer humors  I got  from the  web.Have a great laugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Email from a friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got this email from a friend:&lt;br /&gt;CanYouFixTheSpaceBarOnMyKeyboard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mouse balls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how they wrote this with a straight face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This apparently was a real memo sent at a computer company to its employees in all seriousness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This memo is from an unnamed computer company. It went to all field engineers about a computer peripheral problem. The author of this memo was quite serious. The engineers rolled on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mouse Balls"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mouse balls are now available as FRU (Field Replacement Unit). Therefore, if a mouse fails to operate or should it perform erratically, it may need a ball replacement. Because of the delicate nature of this procedure, replacement of mouse balls should only be attempted by properly trained personnel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before proceeding, determine the type of mouse balls by examining the underside of the mouse. Domestic balls will be larger and harder than foreign balls. Ball removal procedures differ depending upon the manufacturer of the mouse. Foreign balls can be replaced using the pop-off method. Domestic balls are replaced by using the twist-off method.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mouse balls are not usually static sensitive. However, excessive handling can result in sudden discharge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon completion of ball replacement, the mouse may be used immediately. It is recommended that each replacer have a pair of spare balls for maintaining optimum customer satisfaction. Any customer missing his balls should suspect local personnel of removing these necessary items."&lt;br /&gt;------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only life could be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;IF ONLY LIFE COULD BE LIKE A COMPUTER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      If you messed up your life, you could press&lt;br /&gt;      "Ctrl, Alt, Delete" and start all over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      To get your daily exercise, just click on "run"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      If you needed a break from life, click on suspend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Hit "any key" to continue life when ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      To get even with the neighbors,&lt;br /&gt;      turn up the sound blaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      To add/remove someone in your life,&lt;br /&gt;      click settings and control panel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      To improve your appearance,&lt;br /&gt;      just adjust the display settings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      If life gets too noisy, turn off the speakers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      When you lose your car keys, click on find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      "Help" with the chores is just a click away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Auto insurance wouldn't be necessary.&lt;br /&gt;      You would use your diskette to recover from a crash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      And, we could click on "SEND NOW" and a&lt;br /&gt;      Pizza would be on it's way to YOU...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      The train is so crowded that you cannot get anywhere near that nice girl at the other end...&lt;br /&gt;      You wish there was zoom &amp; 'view full screen' in life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      After marriage you realize that there is bound to be a mismatch...&lt;br /&gt;      You wish there was an evaluation period or at least a sample down load or a demo version!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      One day you realize that your are turning bald...&lt;br /&gt;      You wish there was cut and paste in life! &lt;br /&gt;------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Voided warranty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After buying a PC from a dealer of shady shady repute, the luckless customer unpacked his new toy and plugged it in to find it Dead On Arrival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naturally, after checking the usual things, he called the dealer and explained his problem. First question from Deviously Evasive Dealer: "Did you check to see whether the power was on?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Of course."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DED: "Did you open the cover and check whether any of the boards had shaken loose in shipping?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Of course."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DED: Then why are you calling me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, you sold it to me and there has to be some kind of warranty," pleaded the frustrated purchaser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Of course there is," replied the DED, "But you voided the warranty when you opened the cover."&lt;br /&gt;-----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;You are a computer addict if&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Your wife wants a diamond for her birthday, and you get her a Diamond Stealth Video Card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* You know what PPP, SLIP, HTML &amp; FTP mean...but darned if you can remember your wife's maiden name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* You sit in front of the TV trying to type at a keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* You suspect there's a virus in your mashed potatoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* If you smoke away from the machine, you notice that the breaks are getting shorter and less frequent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The optometrist looks deep in your eyes, and sees a blue screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* You finally save up enough to visit the Grand Canyon, and you can't help but wonder how it would look on a 21" SVGA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Your computer room has a better air conditioner than your bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* You comment, while watching a sunset, that the image would be enhanced with 10% more magenta and a higher resolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* When someone tells you about a great new program and you're very disappointed to find that it's on TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* If while driving down the street, you are confused by the numbers on the houses - they do not appear to be legitimate WWW addresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* If you call in sick because you found a great new web site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* If you can type your top 10 favorite Web sites, by heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* If your fingers quit moving because you've been online for 36 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* If your net provider suggests you try a competitor, because you're exceeding 300 hours a month connect time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* When your desk collapses under the weight of your computer peripherals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* If you try to press Alt-F4 to close your car window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* You refer to going to the bathroom as uploading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* You step out of your room and realize that your parents have moved and you don't have a clue as to when it happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Your bookmark takes 15 minutes to go from top to bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Your nightmares are in HTML, flash and GIFS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Your heart races faster and beats irregularly each time you see a new WWW site address on TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* You turn on your intercom when leaving the room so you can hear if new e-mail arrives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* When looking at a web page full of someone else's links, you notice all of them are in purple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Your pet has its own home page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* You write your homework in HTML and give your instructor the URL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*You tell the kids they can't use the computer because "Daddy's got work to do" -- even though you don't have a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Your wife makes a new rule: "The computer cannot come to bed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* You get a tattoo that says "This body best viewed with Netscape 3.0 or higher."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* You never have to deal with busy signals when calling your ISP... because you never log off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Your wife says communication is important in a marriage...so you buy another computer and install a second phone line so the two of you can chat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* As your car crashes through the guardrail on a mountain road, your first instinct is to search for the "stop" and "back" buttons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* You wake up at 4 O'clock in the morning to go to the bathroom and stop to check your email on the way back to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* You turn off your computer and get an awful empty feeling, as if you just pulled the plug on a loved one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* You decide to stay in college for an additional year or two, just for the free internet access.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* You laugh at people with modems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* You find yourself typing "com" after every period when using a word processor.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* You can't correspond with your mother because she doesn't have an email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* When your email box shows "no new messages" and you feel really depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* You don't know the gender of your three closest friends because they have nondescript screen names and you never bothered to ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* You move into a new house and you decide to Netscape before you landscape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Your family always knows where you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* In real life conversations, you don't laugh, you just say LOL, ROFL and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* After reading this message, you immediately forward it to a friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SO9GK5qbEyI/AAAAAAAAALU/romMMyCgI7E/s1600-h/img3cb52e0aafc92.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SO9GK5qbEyI/AAAAAAAAALU/romMMyCgI7E/s320/img3cb52e0aafc92.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255496443256050466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div 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title='computers....computers...computers....'/><author><name>Rona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SQGO-iqlx4I/AAAAAAAAANU/BVKN-EWUhuk/S220/119251361r119252951.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SO9F-JuULjI/AAAAAAAAALM/TneTMiMNUfE/s72-c/img3c9cd991c8332.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3446026688803407122.post-6365491413187493515</id><published>2008-10-08T19:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T21:41:45.522+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gym'/><title type='text'>gym  anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I  will never  forget  this  date : October  6,2008.This  is the  first  time  I  hit  the  gym together  with  my  co-workers.I  was  feeling  so confident and  bubbly  by  the time  we  finished  our  registration  and  paid  Php 400.00 for  a   month's  membership.Everything  seem  to  work out  fine, I  did  the warming  up  routine beaming(saying to myself, at last  i'm on  the first step in   reaching my  goal-that is  to loose weight).I was  instructed to  step  on the  treadmill  first, then the bicycle or  whatever it was, then something  like  a pedal (when you  step on the pedals, both your hands and feet  are  alternately  moving.I was  laughing  at myself at first, I didn't  quite  mind  that  I was  feeling  nauseated already,I continue doing the  routine  although I  was  feeling so  tired  and  hungry and  thirsty.Then a sudden  blackness  enveloped  me,I was  at the  verge  of  falling  when I  reached  for a  chair and  sat down.The  instructor  approached  me  and  asked  if  I was  feeling  ill.I said  yes and  asked for  water.When he  gave me the water he said  I was not  looking too good, my  lips are  ashen white and my face  looks so pale.That's when I  began  to  feel  afraid, I immediately  prayed  for  my  safety.After  a  while  my  companions approached me and  offered  to  take me home, they  weren't  aware  about what  happened  to me  coz they're  quite  far from  me.By that time,my  vision had  returned to  normal, I was not  dizzy anymore  so  I agreed to  go home.&lt;br /&gt;This is my first  gym   experience.I think  I'm  going  back  to  playing  badminton.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3446026688803407122-6365491413187493515?l=rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/feeds/6365491413187493515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3446026688803407122&amp;postID=6365491413187493515&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/6365491413187493515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/6365491413187493515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/2008/10/gym-anyone.html' title='gym  anyone?'/><author><name>Rona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SQGO-iqlx4I/AAAAAAAAANU/BVKN-EWUhuk/S220/119251361r119252951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3446026688803407122.post-2558282760549136539</id><published>2008-10-04T21:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T21:43:52.909+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Naval  Fiesta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.glitterfy.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img33.glitterfy.com/278/glitterfy080715T992D38.gif" alt="Glitter Words" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitterfy.com/"&gt;[Glitterfy.com - *Glitter Words*]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have  been  staring  at  the screen  for  a while, searching  for words  but  i can't  seem  to  form anything to  post under  my greetings.I have  been  in this  town for  eight  years but from my  point of view, nothing has changed since i  came  here...(except in political aspect) but still  the  same  sleepy  with  a  few  developments  but  still mediocre.I would  often  compare  celebrations  here to that  of my  hometown and it makes my  yearning  to  return much  painful.But  soon,soon...it will be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3446026688803407122-2558282760549136539?l=rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/feeds/2558282760549136539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3446026688803407122&amp;postID=2558282760549136539&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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and I  really  liked it that  I want  to share  this with everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEVER  SAY  GOODBYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never  say  goodbye&lt;br /&gt;if you  still  want  to try&lt;br /&gt;Never  give up&lt;br /&gt;if  you  feel you  can  go on&lt;br /&gt;Never  say  you  don't  love  a person anymore&lt;br /&gt;if you feel you can't  let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For  love  comes  to those who  still hope&lt;br /&gt;although  they've  been  disappointed&lt;br /&gt;To those  who  still believe&lt;br /&gt;although they've been  betrayed&lt;br /&gt;To  those  who  still need  love&lt;br /&gt;although  they've been  hurt  before&lt;br /&gt;And  to those  who  still  have the courage&lt;br /&gt;and  faith to  build  trust again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It  takes  only a  minute&lt;br /&gt;to  get  a  crush  on  someone&lt;br /&gt;an  hour  to like  someone&lt;br /&gt;and a  day  to  love  someone&lt;br /&gt;But  it takes a  lifetime to forget  someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe  God wants us  to  meet  a few  wrong  people&lt;br /&gt;before  meeting the  right  one&lt;br /&gt;So  that  when we  finally  met  that  right  person&lt;br /&gt;We will  learn  how to be  grateful for  that  gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3446026688803407122-437503183343868284?l=rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/feeds/437503183343868284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3446026688803407122&amp;postID=437503183343868284&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/437503183343868284'/><link rel='self' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3446026688803407122-7008597177976455066?l=rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/feeds/7008597177976455066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3446026688803407122&amp;postID=7008597177976455066&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/7008597177976455066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/7008597177976455066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/2008/09/amusing-qoutes-from-famous-people.html' title='Amusing   Quotes from famous people'/><author><name>Rona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SQGO-iqlx4I/AAAAAAAAANU/BVKN-EWUhuk/S220/119251361r119252951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3446026688803407122.post-4376016557115834648</id><published>2008-09-29T06:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T21:37:05.696+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pinoy  topics'/><title type='text'>proud of  being Pinoy</title><content type='html'>What  I  love  being  a  Filipino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   1. hot  pandesal in the  morning &lt;br /&gt;   2. the  smell  of  tuyo  &lt;br /&gt;   3. mango  and  bagoong &lt;br /&gt;   4. waiting in  line for  the  midnight sale &lt;br /&gt;   5. best buys  at  UK (ukay-ukay)&lt;br /&gt;   6. my Lola's guinataang  kuhol &lt;br /&gt;   7. getting free  samples hehehe&lt;br /&gt;   8. crying while watching  Filipino movies&lt;br /&gt;   9. balot  and  balot  pinoy &lt;br /&gt;  10. riding in a calesa, jeepney,sikad-sikad,tricycle &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the list  can  go on and on and on....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3446026688803407122-4376016557115834648?l=rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/feeds/4376016557115834648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3446026688803407122&amp;postID=4376016557115834648&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/4376016557115834648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/4376016557115834648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/2008/09/proud-of-being-pinoy.html' title='proud of  being Pinoy'/><author><name>Rona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SQGO-iqlx4I/AAAAAAAAANU/BVKN-EWUhuk/S220/119251361r119252951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3446026688803407122.post-4944025409740080501</id><published>2008-09-28T23:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T00:00:05.230+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Love according to...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SN-p90w1NQI/AAAAAAAAALE/ANk9vi9x_kc/s1600-h/4740659_fd1126dc12_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SN-p90w1NQI/AAAAAAAAALE/ANk9vi9x_kc/s320/4740659_fd1126dc12_m.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251102570137859330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Albert Einstein: &lt;br /&gt;Gravitation is not responsible for people falling in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy Bloom: &lt;br /&gt;Love at first sight is easy to understand; it's when two people have been looking at each other for a lifetime that it becomes a miracle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anais Nin: &lt;br /&gt;Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ann Landers: &lt;br /&gt;If you have love in your life it can make up for a great many things you lack. If you don't have it, no matter what else there is, it's not enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carl Jung: &lt;br /&gt;Where love rules, there is no will to power; and where power predominates, there love is lacking. The one is the shadow of the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richard Bach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can miles truly separate you from friends... If you want to be with someone you love, aren't you already there? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saint Augustine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is the beauty of the soul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3446026688803407122-4944025409740080501?l=rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/feeds/4944025409740080501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3446026688803407122&amp;postID=4944025409740080501&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/4944025409740080501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/4944025409740080501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/2008/09/love-according-to.html' title='Love according to...'/><author><name>Rona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SQGO-iqlx4I/AAAAAAAAANU/BVKN-EWUhuk/S220/119251361r119252951.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SN-p90w1NQI/AAAAAAAAALE/ANk9vi9x_kc/s72-c/4740659_fd1126dc12_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3446026688803407122.post-97914776691094834</id><published>2008-09-28T23:15:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T23:55:02.154+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Different  Faces  of  Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SN-g7rTjUjI/AAAAAAAAAKE/7M5DoIUdznY/s1600-h/91370485_b9af8b00b0_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SN-g7rTjUjI/AAAAAAAAAKE/7M5DoIUdznY/s320/91370485_b9af8b00b0_m.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251092637634744882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails.&lt;br /&gt;—I Corinthians 13:4-8a (NIV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SN-i21bGHSI/AAAAAAAAAKM/YxINMr0WS2A/s1600-h/198912189_2c4db09a36_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SN-i21bGHSI/AAAAAAAAAKM/YxINMr0WS2A/s320/198912189_2c4db09a36_m.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251094753474649378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is like an eternal flame,&lt;br /&gt;Once it is lit, it will continue to burn for all time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SN-jNULJIJI/AAAAAAAAAKU/netUw0J9YHs/s1600-h/288897129_0681ccb1e6_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SN-jNULJIJI/AAAAAAAAAKU/netUw0J9YHs/s320/288897129_0681ccb1e6_m.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251095139686359186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.&lt;br /&gt;Love possesses not nor would it be possessed;&lt;br /&gt;For love is sufficient unto love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SN-lcJNWo5I/AAAAAAAAAKc/hS1gHuIoALA/s1600-h/389363699_c2ef1aa788_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SN-lcJNWo5I/AAAAAAAAAKc/hS1gHuIoALA/s320/389363699_c2ef1aa788_m.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251097593464136594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is broad; if you love someone, you love all things, &lt;br /&gt;not just their beauty.&lt;br /&gt;Love is narrow; you love one and only one, compared to them, no one matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SN-lugnkjFI/AAAAAAAAAKk/aANTe3nmJCU/s1600-h/2408535634_f9953a5dbf_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SN-lugnkjFI/AAAAAAAAAKk/aANTe3nmJCU/s320/2408535634_f9953a5dbf_m.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251097908985760850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is something eternal; the aspect may change,&lt;br /&gt;but not the essence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SN-nDtbIr-I/AAAAAAAAAK0/nP_TqOEU_l8/s1600-h/132261762_f2550cebfb_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SN-nDtbIr-I/AAAAAAAAAK0/nP_TqOEU_l8/s320/132261762_f2550cebfb_m.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251099372712144866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“There is nothing stronger than true love. You must believe to understand, and you must understand to believe. If you don't believe, you can't understand, and, if you don't understand, you can't believe.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SN-nWpBw5DI/AAAAAAAAAK8/lJyGWS_Vvk8/s1600-h/390645337_86e45e1333.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SN-nWpBw5DI/AAAAAAAAAK8/lJyGWS_Vvk8/s320/390645337_86e45e1333.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251099697949500466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“True love is eternal, infinite, and always like itself. It is equal and pure, without violent demonstrations: it is seen with white hairs and is always&lt;br /&gt; young in the heart.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3446026688803407122-97914776691094834?l=rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/feeds/97914776691094834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3446026688803407122&amp;postID=97914776691094834&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/97914776691094834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/97914776691094834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/2008/09/different-faces-of-love.html' title='Different  Faces  of  Love'/><author><name>Rona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SQGO-iqlx4I/AAAAAAAAANU/BVKN-EWUhuk/S220/119251361r119252951.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SN-g7rTjUjI/AAAAAAAAAKE/7M5DoIUdznY/s72-c/91370485_b9af8b00b0_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3446026688803407122.post-8596176515662775680</id><published>2008-09-28T17:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T21:45:19.504+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><title type='text'>on being  a  blogger</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tired  from  the pressure  of  my  job,and with my beloved working oceans and oceans away from me, i usually come home everyday exhausted and  oftentimes  irritated.Only the  kids can  ease  my  weariness  away,but when a friend suggested  I try blogging,it  instantly  changed  my  life or  rather  the  routine   of  my life.Let  me put it into other  words,whenever  I  visit my  site and  breathe in how I have  come this  far,I feel  this other  kind of  happiness I  never  thought there is.It is  therapeutic for me  and  at the  same  time it became an  outlet to air what's on my mind, what I like best and  what my  preferences  are.It's like my  personal diary  that  is  being  used  to  amuse, inform and  inspire my  fellow  beings.&lt;br /&gt;I may be  not  the  best in this  field  but  I  love  what I'm doing and what's  important  is  that  doing  this  makes me  happy.&lt;br /&gt;And  this  goes  out  to all  blogger  in the  world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3446026688803407122-8596176515662775680?l=rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/feeds/8596176515662775680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3446026688803407122&amp;postID=8596176515662775680&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/8596176515662775680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/8596176515662775680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/2008/09/on-being-blogger.html' title='on being  a  blogger'/><author><name>Rona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SQGO-iqlx4I/AAAAAAAAANU/BVKN-EWUhuk/S220/119251361r119252951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3446026688803407122.post-616624197981513598</id><published>2008-09-25T21:21:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T21:46:00.118+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angels  on  earth'/><title type='text'>Angel in Disguise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SNuTWLst5YI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/mUphGdxYYiA/s1600-h/3816629863.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SNuTWLst5YI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/mUphGdxYYiA/s320/3816629863.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249951799937197442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Everyday we  encounter  angels in  our  lives,maybe we just  don't  recognize them right away because they come in many disguises.I believe that this story related to me by my parents is one example of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The month of  June is unforgettable for the people in the City  of  Love.The supertyphoon  Frank  just lashed its strong winds and rains in the city  causing flash flood and taking many lives and resources.My parents went out to help my brother and sister who were victims of the flood,but while  on their  way they were met with  strong currents of  flood water, floating furniture and  appliances from damaged houses.No matter  how  dangerous it may seem  they  continued to swim  their way and clung  on to  each  other,all  the  time thinking about my siblings but  nearing the  bridge (which  by that time is already  underwater),they were pulled away  from  the  street and  guided  into a  two  story building.Then they  were not permitted to  go out, because  they said all the houses in the bridge are  washed away and that  it will  be  impossible  for  them  to  go  across.They all  went to  the rooftop when the  water  reach  the second level  of the building, there they  waited  until  the  wee  hours  of the  morning.All my parents could do  was pray for the  safety  of  my  brother and  sister.&lt;br /&gt;Soaking wet  and  shivering, they  were  given dry  clothes and  food  by the  owner and  made  their  stay  as  comfortable as  it can  be.&lt;br /&gt;As soon  as  it  was  okay  to  tread  the  ground, my  parents  proceeded,they  passed  by  many drowned  victims along the way.When they reached our  place there they found my  brother and  sister  safe  and  sound.They  were able  to come to our  house before  it  was too late.&lt;br /&gt;Until now my parents  cannot  stop talking about that kind person  who  saved them.For  me  she is  one  of the  angels  in disguise.I know I  can  never  thank  her  enough, but nevertheless  I  will  always bear  in my heart my   deep  gratitude  for her. Thank  you  so much  and God  Bless  you  and  your  Family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3446026688803407122-616624197981513598?l=rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/feeds/616624197981513598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3446026688803407122&amp;postID=616624197981513598&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/616624197981513598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/616624197981513598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/2008/09/angel-in-disguise.html' title='Angel in Disguise'/><author><name>Rona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SQGO-iqlx4I/AAAAAAAAANU/BVKN-EWUhuk/S220/119251361r119252951.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SNuTWLst5YI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/mUphGdxYYiA/s72-c/3816629863.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3446026688803407122.post-251273642462578631</id><published>2008-09-25T04:59:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T21:32:04.037+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Wonderful  poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SNqqouNU33I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/bkknvwplUHQ/s1600-h/alone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SNqqouNU33I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/bkknvwplUHQ/s320/alone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249695932229148530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHEN TOMORROW STARTS WITHOUT ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular;font-size:78%;"  &gt; By David M. Romano - Copyright, December 1993&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When tomorrow starts without me, and I'm not there to see;&lt;br /&gt;If the sun should rise and find your eyes all filled with tears for me;&lt;br /&gt;I wish so much you wouldn't cry the way you did today,&lt;br /&gt;while thinking of the many things we didn't get to say.&lt;br /&gt;I know how much you love me, as much as I love you,&lt;br /&gt;and each time you think of me I know you'll miss me too;&lt;br /&gt;But when tomorrow starts without me, please try to understand,&lt;br /&gt;that an angel came and called my name and took me by the hand,&lt;br /&gt;and said my place was ready in heaven far above,&lt;br /&gt;and that I'd have to leave behind all those I dearly love.&lt;br /&gt;But as I turned to walk away, a tear fell from my eye,&lt;br /&gt;for all life, I'd always thought I didn't want to die.&lt;br /&gt;I had so much to live for and so much yet to do,&lt;br /&gt;it seemed almost impossible that I was leaving you.&lt;br /&gt;I thought of all the yesterdays, the good ones and the bad,&lt;br /&gt;I thought of all the love we shared and all the fun we had.&lt;br /&gt;If I could relive yesterday, I thought, just for awhile,&lt;br /&gt;I'd say goodbye and kiss you and maybe see you smile.&lt;br /&gt;But then I fully realized that this could never be,&lt;br /&gt;for emptiness and memories would take the place of me.&lt;br /&gt;And when I thought of worldly things that I'd miss come tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;I thought of you, and when I did, my heart was filled with sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;But when I walked through heaven's gates, I felt so much at home.&lt;br /&gt;When God looked down and smiled at me, from His great golden throne,&lt;br /&gt;He said, "This is eternity and all I've promised you".&lt;br /&gt;Today for life on earth is past but here it starts anew.&lt;br /&gt;I promise no tomorrow, but today will always last,&lt;br /&gt;and since each day's the same day, there's no longing for the past.&lt;br /&gt;But you have been so faithful, so trusting, and so true.&lt;br /&gt;Though there were times you did some things you knew you shouldn't do.&lt;br /&gt;But you have been forgiven and now at last you're free.&lt;br /&gt;So won't you take my hand and share my life with me?&lt;br /&gt;So when tomorrow starts without me, don't think we're far apart,&lt;br /&gt;for every time you think of me, I'm right here in your heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3446026688803407122-251273642462578631?l=rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/feeds/251273642462578631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3446026688803407122&amp;postID=251273642462578631&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/251273642462578631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/251273642462578631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/2008/09/wonderful-poem.html' title='Wonderful  poem'/><author><name>Rona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SQGO-iqlx4I/AAAAAAAAANU/BVKN-EWUhuk/S220/119251361r119252951.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SNqqouNU33I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/bkknvwplUHQ/s72-c/alone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3446026688803407122.post-3007719235094530119</id><published>2008-09-25T04:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T04:53:44.702+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspirational'/><title type='text'>the  other  side  of  life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SNqol07KqwI/AAAAAAAAAJs/fxlirpigO8U/s1600-h/455011151_347c962255_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SNqol07KqwI/AAAAAAAAAJs/fxlirpigO8U/s320/455011151_347c962255_m.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249693683469167362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DESIDERATA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go placidly amid the noise and haste,&lt;br /&gt;and remember what peace there may be in silence.&lt;br /&gt;As far as possible without surrender&lt;br /&gt;be on good terms with all persons.&lt;br /&gt;Speak your truth quietly and clearly;&lt;br /&gt;and listen to others, even the dull and ignorant;&lt;br /&gt;they too have their story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avoid loud and aggressive persons;&lt;br /&gt;they are vexations to the spirit.&lt;br /&gt;If you compare yourself with others,&lt;br /&gt;you may become vain and bitter;&lt;br /&gt;for always there will be a greater and lesser persons than yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep interested in your own career, however be humble;&lt;br /&gt;It is a real possession in the changing of fortunes of time.&lt;br /&gt;Exercise caution in your business affairs;&lt;br /&gt;for the world is full of trickery.&lt;br /&gt;But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;&lt;br /&gt;Many persons strive for high ideals;&lt;br /&gt;and everywhere life is full of heroism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be yourself. Especially, do not feign affection.&lt;br /&gt;Neither be cynical about love;&lt;br /&gt;For in the face of all aridity and disenchantment&lt;br /&gt;it is perennial as the grass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take kindly the counsel of the years,&lt;br /&gt;gracefully surrendering the things of youth.&lt;br /&gt;Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.&lt;br /&gt;But do not distress yourself with imaginings.&lt;br /&gt;Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.&lt;br /&gt;Beyond a wholesome discipline,&lt;br /&gt;be gentle with yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a child of the universe,&lt;br /&gt;no less than the trees and the stars;&lt;br /&gt;you have the right to be here.&lt;br /&gt;And whether or not it is clear to you,&lt;br /&gt;no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore be at peace with God,&lt;br /&gt;whatever you may conceive him to be,&lt;br /&gt;and whatever your labors and aspirations&lt;br /&gt;in the noisy confusion of life&lt;br /&gt;keep peace with your soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all it's sham,&lt;br /&gt;drudgery, and broken dreams,&lt;br /&gt;it is still a beautiful world.&lt;br /&gt;Be cheerful.&lt;br /&gt;Strive to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 1927 by Max Ehrmann (1872-1945)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3446026688803407122-3007719235094530119?l=rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/feeds/3007719235094530119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3446026688803407122&amp;postID=3007719235094530119&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/3007719235094530119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/3007719235094530119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/2008/09/other-side-of-life.html' title='the  other  side  of  life'/><author><name>Rona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SQGO-iqlx4I/AAAAAAAAANU/BVKN-EWUhuk/S220/119251361r119252951.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SNqol07KqwI/AAAAAAAAAJs/fxlirpigO8U/s72-c/455011151_347c962255_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3446026688803407122.post-8245661481483279240</id><published>2008-09-25T04:27:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T04:55:59.835+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='qoutes'/><title type='text'>love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SNqjRsWrOTI/AAAAAAAAAJM/9C-Orxn6aVA/s1600-h/291698261_c268347157_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SNqjRsWrOTI/AAAAAAAAAJM/9C-Orxn6aVA/s320/291698261_c268347157_m.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249687840013105458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;LOVE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SNqjd2RsduI/AAAAAAAAAJU/HpDvCce5QsY/s1600-h/smile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SNqjd2RsduI/AAAAAAAAAJU/HpDvCce5QsY/s320/smile.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249688048835000034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;STARTS WITH A  SMILE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SNqjp_23V7I/AAAAAAAAAJc/YzHZrq5Cnuo/s1600-h/687099854.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SNqjp_23V7I/AAAAAAAAAJc/YzHZrq5Cnuo/s320/687099854.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249688257565251506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GROWS WITH A  KISS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SNqj-dJZhgI/AAAAAAAAAJk/Gs85bcZ9eSU/s1600-h/tear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SNqj-dJZhgI/AAAAAAAAAJk/Gs85bcZ9eSU/s320/tear.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249688609025000962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ENDS WITH A TEAR &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3446026688803407122-8245661481483279240?l=rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/feeds/8245661481483279240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3446026688803407122&amp;postID=8245661481483279240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/8245661481483279240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/8245661481483279240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/2008/09/love.html' title='love'/><author><name>Rona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SQGO-iqlx4I/AAAAAAAAANU/BVKN-EWUhuk/S220/119251361r119252951.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SNqjRsWrOTI/AAAAAAAAAJM/9C-Orxn6aVA/s72-c/291698261_c268347157_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3446026688803407122.post-4240631069075033351</id><published>2008-09-25T04:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T04:16:01.370+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspirational'/><title type='text'>something  to  ponder  upon...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SNqfZbiqX4I/AAAAAAAAAJE/5qNrY8rEAWY/s1600-h/463780703.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SNqfZbiqX4I/AAAAAAAAAJE/5qNrY8rEAWY/s320/463780703.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249683574892420994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;DON'T WE ALL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was parked in front of the mall wiping off my car. I had just come &lt;br /&gt;from the car wash and was waiting for my wife to get out of work. &lt;br /&gt;Coming my way from across the parking lot was what society would &lt;br /&gt;consider a bum. &lt;br /&gt;From the looks of him, he had no car, no home, no clean clothes, and no &lt;br /&gt;money. There are times when you feel generous but there are other times &lt;br /&gt;that you just don't want to be bothered. This was one of those "don't &lt;br /&gt;want to be bothered times." &lt;br /&gt;"I hope he doesn't ask me for any money," I thought. &lt;br /&gt;He didn't. &lt;br /&gt;He came and sat on the curb in front of the bus stop but he didn't look &lt;br /&gt;like he could have enough money to even ride the bus. &lt;br /&gt;After a few minutes he spoke. &lt;br /&gt;"That's a very pretty car," he said. &lt;br /&gt;He was ragged but he had an air of dignity around him. His scraggly &lt;br /&gt;blond beard keep more than his face warm. &lt;br /&gt;I said, "thanks," and continued wiping off my car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sat there quietly as I worked. The expected plea for money never &lt;br /&gt;came. &lt;br /&gt;As the silence between us widened something inside said, "ask him if &lt;br /&gt;he needs any help." I was sure that he would say "yes" but I held true &lt;br /&gt;to the inner voice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Do you need any help?" I asked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He answered in three simple but profound words that I shall never forget. &lt;br /&gt;We often look for wisdom in great men and women. We expect it from &lt;br /&gt;those of higher learning and accomplishments.&lt;br /&gt; I expected nothing but an &lt;br /&gt;outstretched grimy hand. He spoke the three words that shook me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Don't we all?" he said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling high and mighty, successful and important, above a bum &lt;br /&gt;in the street, until those three words hit me like a twelve gauge &lt;br /&gt;shotgun. &lt;br /&gt;Don't we all? &lt;br /&gt;I needed help. Maybe not for bus fare or a place to sleep, but I &lt;br /&gt;needed help. I reached in my wallet and gave him not only enough for bus &lt;br /&gt;fare, but enough to get a warm meal and shelter for the day. Those &lt;br /&gt;three little words still ring true. No matter how much you have, no matter &lt;br /&gt;how much you have accomplished, you need help too. No matter how little you &lt;br /&gt;have, no matter how loaded you are with problems, even without money or &lt;br /&gt;a place to sleep, you can give help. &lt;br /&gt;Even if it's just a compliment, you can give that. &lt;br /&gt;You never know when you may see someone that appears to have it all. &lt;br /&gt;They are waiting on you to give them what they don't have. A different &lt;br /&gt;perspective on life, a glimpse at something beautiful, a respite from &lt;br /&gt;daily chaos, that only you through a torn world can see. &lt;br /&gt;Maybe the man was just a homeless stranger wandering the streets. Maybe &lt;br /&gt;he was more than that. &lt;br /&gt;Maybe he was sent by a power that is great and &lt;br /&gt;wise, to minister to a soul too comfortable in themselves.&lt;br /&gt; Maybe God looked down, called an Angel, dressed him like a bum, then said, "go minister to that man cleaning the car, that man needs help." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Don't we all? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author Unknown&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3446026688803407122-4240631069075033351?l=rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/feeds/4240631069075033351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3446026688803407122&amp;postID=4240631069075033351&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/4240631069075033351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/4240631069075033351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/2008/09/something-to-ponder-upon.html' title='something  to  ponder  upon...'/><author><name>Rona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SQGO-iqlx4I/AAAAAAAAANU/BVKN-EWUhuk/S220/119251361r119252951.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SNqfZbiqX4I/AAAAAAAAAJE/5qNrY8rEAWY/s72-c/463780703.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3446026688803407122.post-7131719944862079073</id><published>2008-09-24T21:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T21:33:42.795+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspirational'/><title type='text'>Footprints  in  the  Sand</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SNpAlSbe3HI/AAAAAAAAAI8/xsWBpQLw2aM/s1600-h/footprints1-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SNpAlSbe3HI/AAAAAAAAAI8/xsWBpQLw2aM/s320/footprints1-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249579325000178802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please  click  for  a   full  view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever i  have problems in  life, reading  this makes  me  strong ,  strong  enough  to  surpass  every  bumps  along  the  way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3446026688803407122-7131719944862079073?l=rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/feeds/7131719944862079073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3446026688803407122&amp;postID=7131719944862079073&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/7131719944862079073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/7131719944862079073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/2008/09/footprints-in-sand.html' title='Footprints  in  the  Sand'/><author><name>Rona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SQGO-iqlx4I/AAAAAAAAANU/BVKN-EWUhuk/S220/119251361r119252951.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SNpAlSbe3HI/AAAAAAAAAI8/xsWBpQLw2aM/s72-c/footprints1-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3446026688803407122.post-7803464292571332149</id><published>2008-09-24T21:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T21:10:23.253+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='qoutes'/><title type='text'>freedom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SNo7FEE0yLI/AAAAAAAAAI0/BPcGWelQAlE/s1600-h/412147661_1c442e14d8_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SNo7FEE0yLI/AAAAAAAAAI0/BPcGWelQAlE/s320/412147661_1c442e14d8_m.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249573273833097394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;FREEDOM&lt;br /&gt;A  river  belongs  where  it  can  rumble &lt;br /&gt;An  eagle belongs  where it  can  fly &lt;br /&gt;I've  got  to  be  where  my  spirit can run free    &lt;br /&gt;Got to  find  the  corner of   my sky &lt;br /&gt;That is  freedom for  me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Anonymous.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3446026688803407122-7803464292571332149?l=rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/feeds/7803464292571332149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3446026688803407122&amp;postID=7803464292571332149&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/7803464292571332149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/7803464292571332149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/2008/09/freedom.html' title='freedom'/><author><name>Rona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SQGO-iqlx4I/AAAAAAAAANU/BVKN-EWUhuk/S220/119251361r119252951.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SNo7FEE0yLI/AAAAAAAAAI0/BPcGWelQAlE/s72-c/412147661_1c442e14d8_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3446026688803407122.post-3626328042518409338</id><published>2008-09-24T20:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T21:02:28.778+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><title type='text'>im sick</title><content type='html'>i'm  down  with  a  cold, might be the drizzles every now and then ,typhoon  Nina has left  the  country at  last.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3446026688803407122-3626328042518409338?l=rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/feeds/3626328042518409338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3446026688803407122&amp;postID=3626328042518409338&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/3626328042518409338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/3626328042518409338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-sick.html' title='im sick'/><author><name>Rona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SQGO-iqlx4I/AAAAAAAAANU/BVKN-EWUhuk/S220/119251361r119252951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3446026688803407122.post-5025379424712358948</id><published>2008-09-21T18:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T18:24:08.206+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pics'/><title type='text'>only  in  the Philippines!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SNYgpqkyZbI/AAAAAAAAAIs/qWGbYGkk-as/s1600-h/balancing-act2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SNYgpqkyZbI/AAAAAAAAAIs/qWGbYGkk-as/s320/balancing-act2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248418315922204082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-a balancing act- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;image from:  iloveiloilo.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3446026688803407122-5025379424712358948?l=rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/feeds/5025379424712358948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3446026688803407122&amp;postID=5025379424712358948&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/5025379424712358948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/5025379424712358948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/2008/09/only-in-philippines.html' title='only  in  the Philippines!'/><author><name>Rona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SQGO-iqlx4I/AAAAAAAAANU/BVKN-EWUhuk/S220/119251361r119252951.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SNYgpqkyZbI/AAAAAAAAAIs/qWGbYGkk-as/s72-c/balancing-act2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3446026688803407122.post-4039112715045315888</id><published>2008-09-21T17:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T18:06:55.380+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>My  Food  Picks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SNYck6JqD_I/AAAAAAAAAIk/cUG0qF-smdk/s1600-h/29fcdv9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SNYck6JqD_I/AAAAAAAAAIk/cUG0qF-smdk/s320/29fcdv9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248413836157521906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LaPaz Batchoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SNYbGIBrKTI/AAAAAAAAAIc/h7KEaIyW_vE/s1600-h/1812963.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SNYbGIBrKTI/AAAAAAAAAIc/h7KEaIyW_vE/s320/1812963.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248412207794563378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leche Flan &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SNYYkvbshyI/AAAAAAAAAIU/L6TgzpAkr7s/s1600-h/1200102751_595.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SNYYkvbshyI/AAAAAAAAAIU/L6TgzpAkr7s/s320/1200102751_595.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248409435233879842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Arroz Valenciana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am  soooo  an avid  collector of  Yummy  magazine, food  is   my  passion and  cooking will  always   be  an  adventure  for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3446026688803407122-4039112715045315888?l=rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/feeds/4039112715045315888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3446026688803407122&amp;postID=4039112715045315888&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/4039112715045315888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/4039112715045315888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-food-picks.html' title='My  Food  Picks'/><author><name>Rona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SQGO-iqlx4I/AAAAAAAAANU/BVKN-EWUhuk/S220/119251361r119252951.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SNYck6JqD_I/AAAAAAAAAIk/cUG0qF-smdk/s72-c/29fcdv9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3446026688803407122.post-8603977946167804116</id><published>2008-09-21T17:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T17:22:25.194+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my  dream'/><title type='text'>My Fairytale Love Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SNYR661mO2I/AAAAAAAAAIM/bCFlGR7GVhs/s1600-h/FairyTale-MuralWall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SNYR661mO2I/AAAAAAAAAIM/bCFlGR7GVhs/s320/FairyTale-MuralWall.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248402119671036770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;My father and  mother are both from the  city of  Iloilo. I  am the  third  child in a  brood of  six. When  I  was  9 years old,  my  family  moved  to  Cebu City  in line  with  my  father’s  job. During  church  meeting, I  met  a  very  cute  boy  who at  first  sight became  my  crush. He  was  a  year  older than  me, his  family  was  from  the  States. Although  his  dad  is  from  Davao and his mom is  from Leyte, he grew up in the States , in Hawaii and  California.&lt;br /&gt;At  a  very  young  age, my  admiration  for him  blossomed into  infatuation  though  no one  ever knew about  it.  We  have  talked  several  times  over  church  activities  and  in  front of  him  I  would always  appear  uninterested. But  my  heart  is  flipping inside me  you bet. Alone, I  would  picture  him  to  be  my  prince charming. He  was  like  a  dream  for  me,  I  could never  imagine  him liking  someone as  simple  as me. &lt;br /&gt;I  carried  that  feeling  all  throughout  my  elementary  days, until  I  reached  grade  6 where  he  sometimes  pass by  our  room on his way  to their campus which  was  behind our  building. Those  days  were  my  happiest. When I graduated  elementary, I said  to myself  this  could  be my  chance  to  be near  him coz I’ll be  going  in the same  school as  his. But  I  found  out later  that his  family  transferred  to  Davao. I  felt  I   died  that  day. How cruel, I  never  had the  chance  to  take  a  glimpse  of  him before he went  away. Eventually all  my  zest in life vanished, I  went  to  school  everyday  wishing  one  day  he  would  come back and  he  would be there in  front of me flashing me  that cute  smile.&lt;br /&gt;On my  2nd year  of  high school, my  family  also went  back  to Iloilo. I never  heard  from him since  then, but  always  he remained  as  my  secret  fairytale. My  life  in Iloilo turned  out  great. I met  new  friends, and  begin soaring new horizons. Somehow  the new  place  pulled  me  back  to life  again. I  became  very  active in  school, in academic and  extra-curricular  activities, excelling  in  both. I  had a  fair  share of  suitors but for a long  time I stood my distance from them not until in my last  year  of  high school, where  I got myself  a  boyfriend. He was  the most intelligent  boy  in  school. Our  class    valedictorian. But  our  puppy love  didn’t work  out  because  of  our  differences,  primarily… religion. I worked  myself  through  college, having part time jobs in  between  study  loads. My   family  had  a financial  crisis  that time.&lt;br /&gt;Year  1997, after  7 years, I received a letter  from my  childhood  fairytale. He  said  they are living  in the  island  of Biliran, an island  located  at  the  northern  part  of  Leyte. That he had graduated  from  Marine Engineering and that  he  was preparing for his  mission. He  said  too that he finds me beautiful. I really screamed with  delight after reading  his letter. I felt so happy  deep inside. I prepared  a  reply  for his letter, but  I never  sent  one. I think deep inside me I was  afraid  to  try. I don’t want  my  dream  to burst  into  bubbles if it turned  out  to  be  a  joke. I convinced myself  over and  over  again that  he would never  choose  girls like me. He sent me another letter, again it  went  unanswered  though at  that  time  I really  want to write him but  I thought by the time I sent my  reply, he  would  again be  gone, off to his  mission.&lt;br /&gt;Well  Im just  glad he  turned  out to be a  fine  young man, still active  in  the  church. My wish is  that someday, somehow we  will meet each other again. &lt;br /&gt;Life went on  for me and I never heard from him  again. I met another guy, I said to myself  that  maybe I  should forget about my dream and face reality. Our relationship was not perfect but I just let myself be contented. Year  2000 I left for the city of  Tacloban in Leyte to  accompany my older sister because  her husband was assigned  there so I went through the urgings of  my mom. I don’t know why I left my good paying job, my friends, my boyfriend, my life in Iloilo at that time but I felt I was looking for something else.&lt;br /&gt;October 22, 2000 when after 13 long years, we finally met again in  the church. It  was  truly  one of the most unbelievable times in my life. Who would have thought that we will meet again? Truly my wish was granted, my dream has come true.&lt;br /&gt;December 11,2000, we got married in Iloilo City. &lt;br /&gt;After seven years of marriage, we are blessed with 2 cute kids, a girl and a baby boy. Although our married life has gone through a series of toss and turns, I will always be blessed and grateful  to Heavenly Father for  giving me this wonderful  chance of  sharing  life with a very special person like him, my husband. He was truly a dream come true for me.&lt;br /&gt;For  Daddy  Ken….thank   you  for  awakening  the  best in me. I LOVE  YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RONA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3446026688803407122-8603977946167804116?l=rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/feeds/8603977946167804116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3446026688803407122&amp;postID=8603977946167804116&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/8603977946167804116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/8603977946167804116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-fairytale-love-story.html' title='My Fairytale Love Story'/><author><name>Rona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SQGO-iqlx4I/AAAAAAAAANU/BVKN-EWUhuk/S220/119251361r119252951.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SNYR661mO2I/AAAAAAAAAIM/bCFlGR7GVhs/s72-c/FairyTale-MuralWall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3446026688803407122.post-3654669203416698936</id><published>2008-09-21T08:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T08:42:18.473+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='from  love'/><title type='text'>Ken  gave me  this  on   my  29th  Birthday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SNWYNU3v7XI/AAAAAAAAAIE/ihHfwzXK9kk/s1600-h/734728954.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SNWYNU3v7XI/AAAAAAAAAIE/ihHfwzXK9kk/s320/734728954.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248268295478439282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Love  Rona Lee Joy &lt;br /&gt;Heavenly  Fathers  Gift  to Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank Heavenly  Father  for  the  gift  He has  given me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gift  - who  has  accepted  me  of  who  I am &lt;br /&gt;A gift  - who  always trust  me  and  believes  in me &lt;br /&gt;A gift  - who  will  hold  on  to me  through  our  rough trials &lt;br /&gt;A gift  - who can  never  stop  showing  the  meaning  of  love &lt;br /&gt;A gift  - who  can  make  you smile, laugh, cry, angry,argue,strong,wrestle and  more&lt;br /&gt;A gift  - who will comfort you to kneel together and always bring hope  and  faith&lt;br /&gt;A gift  - who wants to live together in the Celestial Glory with  the  family &lt;br /&gt;A gift  - who  gave me two  beautiful little  young  images     of our  likeness&lt;br /&gt;A gift  - I will  LOVE  and  TREASURE  for  all  ETERNITY &lt;br /&gt;For  what  more  can I  ask  from   our   Heavenly  Father?&lt;br /&gt;Happy  Birthday Love. I Love You So Much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3446026688803407122-3654669203416698936?l=rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/feeds/3654669203416698936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3446026688803407122&amp;postID=3654669203416698936&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/3654669203416698936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/3654669203416698936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/2008/09/ken-gave-me-this-on-my-29th-birthday.html' title='Ken  gave me  this  on   my  29th  Birthday...'/><author><name>Rona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SQGO-iqlx4I/AAAAAAAAANU/BVKN-EWUhuk/S220/119251361r119252951.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SNWYNU3v7XI/AAAAAAAAAIE/ihHfwzXK9kk/s72-c/734728954.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3446026688803407122.post-7816969018737934517</id><published>2008-09-21T08:17:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T08:22:43.163+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>our  blessings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SNWTvzVNP0I/AAAAAAAAAH8/lO_vSKCqKWM/s1600-h/Image039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SNWTvzVNP0I/AAAAAAAAAH8/lO_vSKCqKWM/s320/Image039.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248263390212472642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SNWTqWITO4I/AAAAAAAAAH0/6ZN0lIRrp2U/s1600-h/Image080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SNWTqWITO4I/AAAAAAAAAH0/6ZN0lIRrp2U/s320/Image080.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248263296474364802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SNWTjq9Z1mI/AAAAAAAAAHs/YKGZdRuwzxY/s1600-h/Image037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SNWTjq9Z1mI/AAAAAAAAAHs/YKGZdRuwzxY/s320/Image037.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248263181806720610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SNWTU6SyUWI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Z1Ltc9WQcxY/s1600-h/Copy+of+Image056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SNWTU6SyUWI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Z1Ltc9WQcxY/s320/Copy+of+Image056.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248262928224899426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SNWTOM4K6HI/AAAAAAAAAHc/GMkSz6qgxK0/s1600-h/Image055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SNWTOM4K6HI/AAAAAAAAAHc/GMkSz6qgxK0/s320/Image055.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248262812954454130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our  two  kulits  makes  random  poses  from  my  cp...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3446026688803407122-7816969018737934517?l=rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/feeds/7816969018737934517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3446026688803407122&amp;postID=7816969018737934517&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/7816969018737934517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/7816969018737934517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/2008/09/our-blessings.html' title='our  blessings'/><author><name>Rona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SQGO-iqlx4I/AAAAAAAAANU/BVKN-EWUhuk/S220/119251361r119252951.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SNWTvzVNP0I/AAAAAAAAAH8/lO_vSKCqKWM/s72-c/Image039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3446026688803407122.post-5890546098465527919</id><published>2008-09-21T08:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T08:16:10.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SNWSQ3KG3NI/AAAAAAAAAHU/eAVTtEC6zAk/s1600-h/235077695.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SNWSQ3KG3NI/AAAAAAAAAHU/eAVTtEC6zAk/s320/235077695.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248261759152086226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gems on the Family&lt;br /&gt;Successful Parenting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who are good parents? They are those who have lovingly, prayerfully,&lt;br /&gt;and earnestly tried to teach their children by example and precept 'to&lt;br /&gt;pray, and to walk uprightly before the Lord' (D&amp;C 68:28). This is true&lt;br /&gt;even though some of their children are disobedient or worldly. Children&lt;br /&gt;come into this world with their own distinct spirits and personality&lt;br /&gt;traits. Some children 'would challenge any set of parents under any set&lt;br /&gt;of circumstances. . . . Perhaps there are others who would bless the lives&lt;br /&gt;of, and be a joy to, almost any father or mother' (Howard W. Hunter,&lt;br /&gt;"Parents' Concern for Children," Ensign, Nov. 1983, 65).&lt;br /&gt;Successful parents are those who have sacrificed and struggled to do the&lt;br /&gt;best they can in their own family circumstances."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3446026688803407122-5890546098465527919?l=rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/feeds/5890546098465527919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3446026688803407122&amp;postID=5890546098465527919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/5890546098465527919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/5890546098465527919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/2008/09/gems-on-family-successful-parenting-who.html' title=''/><author><name>Rona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SQGO-iqlx4I/AAAAAAAAANU/BVKN-EWUhuk/S220/119251361r119252951.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SNWSQ3KG3NI/AAAAAAAAAHU/eAVTtEC6zAk/s72-c/235077695.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3446026688803407122.post-5494221947688016446</id><published>2008-09-21T07:58:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T08:11:06.368+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><title type='text'>funny   outing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SNWRFM8k9uI/AAAAAAAAAHM/9T86HoNuC38/s1600-h/Image041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SNWRFM8k9uI/AAAAAAAAAHM/9T86HoNuC38/s320/Image041.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248260459330860770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SNWQ_TCRmeI/AAAAAAAAAHE/u0HlGA3SRYo/s1600-h/Image027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SNWQ_TCRmeI/AAAAAAAAAHE/u0HlGA3SRYo/s320/Image027.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248260357886155234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SNWQ1Fh_yjI/AAAAAAAAAG8/qg69MDBhKPQ/s1600-h/Copy+of+Image028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SNWQ1Fh_yjI/AAAAAAAAAG8/qg69MDBhKPQ/s320/Copy+of+Image028.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248260182462417458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SNWQw2Pz6sI/AAAAAAAAAG0/aoiT9Fy1u58/s1600-h/Image040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SNWQw2Pz6sI/AAAAAAAAAG0/aoiT9Fy1u58/s320/Image040.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248260109640133314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SNWQdh_EGTI/AAAAAAAAAGs/QTQSXM0mWZY/s1600-h/Copy+of+Image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SNWQdh_EGTI/AAAAAAAAAGs/QTQSXM0mWZY/s320/Copy+of+Image004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248259777783666994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here  are  some  pictures of  our  outing ....the  thorny one  is  the  sea  urchin  we  found. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we recently  had  a family  outing , supposedly  at  "AGTA  beach Resort", my  parents   came  over  for  a  visit  and  so  I  took them  over  there. I  told  them  it  was  one   of our  best  resort  in  the  province , BUT to  my  utter  dismay  when  we  arrive   at  the  place  the water  was  so  full of  seaweeds  and garbage  floating  and  big  rocks  and  sea  urchins ugh!I was  so  ashamed    of myself  for bragging  this place  to my  ma &amp; pa hehe  so  we transferred   to  a  nearby  resort that  offers  pool facilities.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3446026688803407122-5494221947688016446?l=rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/feeds/5494221947688016446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3446026688803407122&amp;postID=5494221947688016446&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/5494221947688016446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/5494221947688016446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/2008/09/funny-outing.html' title='funny   outing'/><author><name>Rona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SQGO-iqlx4I/AAAAAAAAANU/BVKN-EWUhuk/S220/119251361r119252951.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SNWRFM8k9uI/AAAAAAAAAHM/9T86HoNuC38/s72-c/Image041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3446026688803407122.post-7507723490614988294</id><published>2008-09-07T14:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T14:56:03.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another  healthful tips  ...</title><content type='html'>Here are 4 simple tips--things we can do now to prepare our bodies for the long, healthy haul!!  by Capessa,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       1. If You Can't Spell It, Don't Eat It!  Processed foods age us fast! By overworking our pancreas and digestive system, fake foods just don't work well with our bodies. Stick with the basics by using fresh ingredients first. Eat whole grains, fruits, veggies, and high quality proteins and fats such as beans, nuts, salmon. Shop the perimeter of the food store, and when you absolutely have to buy food in a box, look at the ingredients list. If you can't pronounce the ingredients or have no clue what they are, skip it&lt;br /&gt;       2. Switch it Out!  All foods are not created equal. For example, yogurt can be a healthy option, but if you're yogurt is filled with sugar or chemicals, you may as well eat a candy bar, right? We're lucky, though, because we have SO many choices. Switch to plain all-natural yogurt and add fresh fruit. Or, if you only eat white pasta or bread, try whole grain varieties instead. If you switch out your "staple" foods for higher quality options, your body will thank you in years to come!&lt;br /&gt;       3. Slip it In!  Ok, so you may not be ready to do a 180 when it comes to food. I totally understand. But filling your body with antioxidants will make you glow from the inside-out! Trick yourself by "slipping in" healthy ingredients to your everyday choices. For example, flax is a powerful antioxidant that's so easy to add to almost anything! Use it when you're making chicken fingers, add it to your cereal, sneak it in to your morning muffins.&lt;br /&gt;       4. Muscle Matters!  Strong muscles and healthy bones can add years of high energy, high quality living! Make sure to build your muscle and protect your bones by doing stretching, strength training, or even water exercises. And, if you're complaining about your metabolism slowing down as you age, don't worry- strength training can rev that up, too!! You'll become a strong, healthy, fat burning machine in no time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more Secrets for Longevity, check out Eliza's story. After studying longevity practices in cultures all over the world, Eliza realized she could make small changes at home to improve the quality -- and length -- of her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To read more from Jennifer Tuma-Young, founder of www.Findbalanceinyou.com, visit her blog at Capessa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3446026688803407122-7507723490614988294?l=rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/feeds/7507723490614988294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3446026688803407122&amp;postID=7507723490614988294&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/7507723490614988294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/7507723490614988294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/2008/09/another-healthful-tips.html' title='another  healthful tips  ...'/><author><name>Rona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SQGO-iqlx4I/AAAAAAAAANU/BVKN-EWUhuk/S220/119251361r119252951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3446026688803407122.post-3601612225057081261</id><published>2008-09-07T14:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T14:53:28.238+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><title type='text'>healthful  tips</title><content type='html'>Tips to Transform Your Body Faster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a few things that you can do besides eating well and exercising that will expedite your physical transformation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Stay positive&lt;br /&gt;Believe that transformation is possible even when you haven’t seen the changes that you want yet. I am sure that you can site many examples in your life where you didn’t expect something to happen and then whoa, there it was. If you don’t have enough evidence of your own, look around you. Do you know someone who thought they’d never get the job, meet that special person, or lose the weight, and then they did? Haven’t you read amazing stories about people overcoming obstacles and creating tremendous transformation in their lives, many against great odds? These are just people too, like you and me; anyone can overcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is one thing that you can be sure of in life, and that is change. Make sure yours happens quickly, and in the way you want, by staying positive and then taking the steps that you know you should take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Stay in the moment&lt;br /&gt;If you think about your end results, the work becomes overwhelming. Just do what you know you can do today, and when tomorrow becomes today, you’ll deal with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Keep your expectations low&lt;br /&gt;Don’t expect too much too soon, you’ll only get discouraged. Aiming high is nice to say but truly it is easier to stay positive if you set your sites on realistic, smaller goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Eliminate temptation&lt;br /&gt;Remove distractions like foods that you don’t want to eat and people who have habits that you are trying to break. Surround yourself with people and materials that mirror the changes that you want for yourself. Hang out with happy, healthy people, read inspiring books, and listen to some great music that motivates you to get moving and take action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Stop using excuses&lt;br /&gt;There are always excuses; I am sure you have heard, or used, them all. When your desire to change becomes greater than your fear of changing, the excuses will go away -- nothing will stop you from becoming the new you. Even though you may not be able to change the underlying reasons why you haven’t yet accomplished your goals, you can start by removing some of the actions and thought processes that encourage you to stay stuck. Enough with the excuses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace and Happy Trails –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debbie Rocker&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3446026688803407122-3601612225057081261?l=rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/feeds/3601612225057081261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3446026688803407122&amp;postID=3601612225057081261&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/3601612225057081261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/3601612225057081261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/2008/09/healthful-tips.html' title='healthful  tips'/><author><name>Rona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SQGO-iqlx4I/AAAAAAAAANU/BVKN-EWUhuk/S220/119251361r119252951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3446026688803407122.post-610054784072125222</id><published>2008-09-07T06:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T07:21:12.674+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my  place'/><title type='text'>the  meaning  of   nostalgia</title><content type='html'>A friend   asked  me  why  my  blogspot  was named  Nostalgia, I  answered  him because &lt;br /&gt; - my  heart  is yearning  to return  home or  rather  painfully  yearning  to  return  home  ... ,&lt;br /&gt;-it is  homesickness,&lt;br /&gt;-it is  sentimentality.&lt;br /&gt;or on  a  more  complete  meaning  let's  put it  this  way: a wistful desire to return in thought or in fact to a former time in one's life, to one's home or homeland, or to one's family and friends; a sentimental yearning for the happiness of a former place or time.&lt;br /&gt;Here's  a  picture  of  my   homeland :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SMMQCA3SzKI/AAAAAAAAAGY/oYVDMFqXtZY/s1600-h/1258315813_13f5d0d1b5_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SMMQCA3SzKI/AAAAAAAAAGY/oYVDMFqXtZY/s320/1258315813_13f5d0d1b5_m.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243052017967090850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and  here  is  where  i  am  now :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SMMQTI35M0I/AAAAAAAAAGg/lstzPqMSFy4/s1600-h/naval.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SMMQTI35M0I/AAAAAAAAAGg/lstzPqMSFy4/s320/naval.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243052312174867266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3446026688803407122-610054784072125222?l=rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/feeds/610054784072125222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3446026688803407122&amp;postID=610054784072125222&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/610054784072125222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/610054784072125222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/2008/09/meaning-of-nostalgia.html' title='the  meaning  of   nostalgia'/><author><name>Rona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SQGO-iqlx4I/AAAAAAAAANU/BVKN-EWUhuk/S220/119251361r119252951.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SMMQCA3SzKI/AAAAAAAAAGY/oYVDMFqXtZY/s72-c/1258315813_13f5d0d1b5_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3446026688803407122.post-2143686308179429875</id><published>2008-09-07T06:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T06:47:22.455+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my  family'/><title type='text'>happiness  in  words...</title><content type='html'>I am  so  happy  that  my  parents  are  coming  over  for  a  visit, being so  far  away  from  them  I  am  truly  grateful  for  the  gesture.Both are so busy  but  they still  find  time  to  visit   me  out here  and  I  am  soooo  excited to  see   them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3446026688803407122-2143686308179429875?l=rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/feeds/2143686308179429875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3446026688803407122&amp;postID=2143686308179429875&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/2143686308179429875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/2143686308179429875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/2008/09/happiness-in-words.html' title='happiness  in  words...'/><author><name>Rona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SQGO-iqlx4I/AAAAAAAAANU/BVKN-EWUhuk/S220/119251361r119252951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3446026688803407122.post-696702838694749845</id><published>2008-09-05T23:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T23:27:22.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Be One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By President Henry B. Eyring&lt;br /&gt;First Counselor in the First Presidency&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Savior of the world, Jesus Christ, said of those who would be part of His Church: “Be one; and if ye are not one ye are not mine” (D&amp;C 38:27). And at the Creation of man and woman, unity for them in marriage was not given as hope; it was a command! “Therefore shall a man leave his father and his mother, and shall cleave unto his wife: and they shall be one flesh” (Genesis 2:24). Our Heavenly Father wants our hearts to be knit together. That union in love is not simply an ideal. It is a necessity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The requirement that we be one is not for this life alone. It is to be without end. The first marriage was performed by God in the garden when Adam and Eve were not subject to death. He placed in men and women from the beginning a desire to be joined together as man and wife forever to dwell in families in a perfect, righteous union. He placed in His children a desire to live at peace with all those around them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But with the Fall it became clear that living in unity would not be easy. Tragedy struck early. Cain slew Abel, his brother. The children of Adam and Eve had become subject to the temptations of Satan. With skill, hatred, and cunning, Satan pursues his goal. It is the opposite of the purpose of our Heavenly Father and the Savior. They would give us perfect union and eternal happiness. Satan, Their enemy and ours, has known the plan of salvation from before the Creation. He knows that only in eternal life can those sacred, joyful associations of families endure. Satan would tear us from loved ones and make us miserable. And it is he who plants the seeds of discord in human hearts in the hope that we might be divided and separate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us have felt something of both union and separation. Sometimes in families and perhaps in other settings we have glimpsed life when one person put the interests of another above his or her own, in love and with sacrifice. And all of us know something of the sadness and loneliness of being separate and alone. We don’t need to be told which we should choose. We know. But we need hope that we can experience unity in this life and qualify to have it forever in the world to come. And we need to know how that great blessing will come so that we can know what we must do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Natures Can Change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Savior of the world spoke of that unity and how we will have our natures changed to make it possible. He taught it clearly in the prayer He gave in His last meeting with His Apostles before His death. That supernally beautiful prayer is recorded in the book of John. He was about to face the terrible sacrifice for all of us that would make eternal life possible. He was about to leave the Apostles whom He had ordained, whom He loved, and with whom He would leave the keys to lead His Church. And so He prayed to His Father, the perfect Son to the perfect Parent. We see in His words the way families will be made one, as will all the children of our Heavenly Father who follow the Savior and His servants:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“As thou hast sent me into the world, even so have I also sent them into the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“And for their sakes I sanctify myself, that they also might be sanctified through the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Neither pray I for these alone, but for them also which shall believe on me through their word;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That they all may be one; as thou, Father, art in me, and I in thee, that they also may be one in us: that the world may believe that thou hast sent me” (John 17:18–21).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In those few words He made clear how the gospel of Jesus Christ can allow hearts to be made one. Those who would believe the truth He taught could accept the ordinances and the covenants offered by His authorized servants. Then, through obedience to those ordinances and covenants, their natures would be changed. The Savior’s Atonement in that way makes it possible for us to be sanctified. We can then live in unity, as we must to have peace in this life and to dwell with the Father and His Son in eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ministry of the apostles and prophets in that day, as it is today, was to bring the children of Adam and Eve to a unity of the faith in Jesus Christ. The ultimate purpose of what they taught and of what we teach is to unite families: husbands, wives, children, grandchildren, ancestors, and finally all of the family of Adam and Eve who will choose the way of unity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remember the Savior prayed, “For their sakes”—speaking of the Apostles—“I sanctify myself, that they also might be sanctified through the truth” (John 17:19). The Holy Ghost is a sanctifier. We can have Him as our companion because the Lord restored the Melchizedek Priesthood through the Prophet Joseph Smith. The keys of that priesthood are on the earth today. By its power we can make covenants which allow us to have the Holy Ghost with us constantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where people have this Spirit with them, we may expect harmony. The Spirit puts the testimony of truth in our hearts, which unifies those who share that testimony. The Spirit of God never generates contention (see 3 Nephi 11:29). This Spirit never generates the feelings of distinction between people which lead to strife.1 Heeding the Holy Ghost leads to personal peace and a feeling of union with others. It unifies souls. A unified family, a unified Church, and a world at peace depend on unified souls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Companionship of the Holy Ghost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even a child can understand what to do to have the Holy Ghost as a companion. The sacramental prayer tells us. We hear it every week as we attend our sacrament meetings. In those sacred moments we renew the covenants we made at baptism. And the Lord reminds us of the promise we received as we were confirmed members of the Church—the promise that we might receive the Holy Ghost. Here are those words from the sacramental prayer: “They are willing to take upon them the name of thy Son, and always remember him and keep his commandments which he has given them; that they may always have his Spirit to be with them” (D&amp;C 20:77).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can have His Spirit by keeping that covenant. First, we promise to take His name upon us. That means we must see ourselves as His. We will put Him first in our lives. We will want what He wants rather than what we want or what the world teaches us to want. As long as we love the things of the world first, there will be no peace in us. Holding an ideal for a family or a nation of comfort through material goods will, at last, divide them.2 The ideal of doing for each other what the Lord would have us do, which follows naturally from taking His name upon us, can take us to a spiritual level which is a touch of heaven on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, we promise always to remember Him. We do that every time we pray in His name. Especially when we ask for His forgiveness, as we must do often, we remember Him. At that moment we remember His sacrifice that makes repentance and forgiveness possible. When we plead, we remember Him as our advocate with the Father. When the feelings of forgiveness and peace come, we remember His patience and His endless love. That remembering fills our hearts with love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also keep our promise to remember Him when as families we pray together and when we read the scriptures. At family prayer around a breakfast table, one child may pray for another to be blessed that things will go well that day in a test or in some performance. When the blessings come, the child blessed will remember the love of the morning and the kindness of the Advocate, in whose name the prayer was offered. Hearts will be bound in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We keep our covenant to remember Him every time we gather our families to read the scriptures. They testify of the Lord Jesus Christ, for that is and always has been the message of prophets. Even if children do not remember the words, they will remember the true author, Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, we promise as we take the sacrament to keep His commandments, all of them. President J. Reuben Clark Jr. (1871–1961), a counselor in the First Presidency, as he pled for unity in a general conference talk—and he did so many times—warned us against being selective in what we will obey. He put it this way: “The Lord has given us nothing that is useless or unnecessary. He has filled the Scriptures with the things which we should do in order that we may gain salvation.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;President Clark went on: “When we partake of the Sacrament we covenant to obey and keep his commandments. There are no exceptions. There are no distinctions, no differences.”3 President Clark taught that just as we repent of all sin, not just a single sin, we pledge to keep all the commandments. Hard as that sounds, it is uncomplicated. We simply submit to the authority of the Savior and promise to be obedient to whatever He commands (see Mosiah 3:19). It is our surrender to the authority of Jesus Christ that will allow us to be bound as families, as a Church, and as the children of our Heavenly Father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord conveys that authority through His prophet to humble servants. Then faith can turn our call as a home teacher or a visiting teacher into an errand from the Lord. We go for Him, at His command. An ordinary man and a teenage junior companion go into homes expecting that the powers of heaven will help them assure that families are united and that there is no hardness, lying, backbiting, nor evil speaking (see D&amp;C 20:54). Faith that the Lord calls servants will help us ignore their limitations when they reprove us, as they will. We will see their good intent more clearly than their human limitations. We will be less likely to feel offense and more likely to feel gratitude to the Master, who called them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barriers to Unity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some commandments which, when broken, destroy unity. Some have to do with what we say and some with how we react to what others say. We must speak no ill of anyone. We must see the good in each other and speak well of each other whenever we can.4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time, we must stand against those who speak contemptuously of sacred things, because the certain effect of that is to offend the Spirit and so create contention and confusion. President Spencer W. Kimball (1895–1985) showed the way to stand without being contentious as he lay on a hospital gurney and asked an attendant who, in a moment of frustration, took the name of the Lord in vain:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ ‘Please! Please! That is my Lord whose names you revile.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“There was a deathly silence, then a subdued voice whispered, ‘I am sorry.’ ”5 An inspired, loving rebuke can be an invitation to unity. Failure to give it when moved upon by the Holy Ghost will lead to discord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we are to have unity, there are commandments we must keep concerning how we feel. We must forgive and bear no malice toward those who offend us. The Savior set the example from the cross: “Father, forgive them; for they know not what they do” (Luke 23:34). We do not know the hearts of those who offend us. Nor do we know all the sources of our own anger and hurt. The Apostle Paul was telling us how to love in a world of imperfect people, including ourselves, when he said, “Charity suffereth long, and is kind; charity envieth not; charity vaunteth not itself, is not puffed up, doth not behave itself unseemly, seeketh not her own, is not easily provoked, thinketh no evil” (1 Corinthians 13:4–5). And then he gave solemn warning against reacting to the faults of others and forgetting our own when he wrote, “For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known” (1 Corinthians 13:12).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sacramental prayer can remind us every week of how the gift of unity will come through obedience to the laws and ordinances of the gospel of Jesus Christ. When we keep our covenants to take His name upon us, to remember Him always, and to keep all His commandments, we will receive the companionship of His Spirit. That will soften our hearts and unite us. But there are two warnings which must come with that promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, the Holy Ghost remains with us only if we stay clean and free from the love of the things of the world. A choice to be unclean will repel the Holy Ghost. The Spirit dwells only with those who choose the Lord over the world. “Be ye clean” (3 Nephi 20:41; D&amp;C 38:42) and love God with all your “heart, … might, mind, and strength” (D&amp;C 59:5) are not suggestions but commandments. And they are necessary to the companionship of the Spirit, without which we cannot be one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other warning is to beware of pride. Unity which comes to a family or to a people softened by the Spirit will bring great power. With that power will come recognition from the world. Whether that recognition brings praise or envy, it could lead us to pride. That would offend the Spirit. But there is a protection against pride, that sure source of disunity. It is to see the bounties which God pours upon us not only as a mark of His favor but an opportunity to join with those around us in greater service. A husband and his wife learn to be one by using their similarities to understand each other and their differences to complement each other in serving one another and those around them. In the same way, we can unite with those who do not accept our doctrine but share our desire to bless the children of our Heavenly Father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can become peacemakers, worthy to be called blessed and the children of God (see Matthew 5:9).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God our Father lives. His beloved Son, Jesus Christ, is the head of this Church, and He offers to all who will accept it the standard of peace. May we all live worthy of that standard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3446026688803407122-696702838694749845?l=rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/feeds/696702838694749845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3446026688803407122&amp;postID=696702838694749845&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/696702838694749845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/696702838694749845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/2008/09/be-one-print-e-mail-henry-b.html' title=''/><author><name>Rona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SQGO-iqlx4I/AAAAAAAAANU/BVKN-EWUhuk/S220/119251361r119252951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3446026688803407122.post-7015557578509592017</id><published>2008-09-05T23:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T23:19:40.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SMFN9WQMlHI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/y-t-8i8Gc6U/s1600-h/RedMarble.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SMFN9WQMlHI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/y-t-8i8Gc6U/s320/RedMarble.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242557157576840306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Red Marbles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Author Unknown -- A TRULY GREAT STORY&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;During the waning years of the depression in a small Idaho community, I used to stop by Mr. Miller's roadside stand for farm fresh produce as the season made it available. Food and money were still extremely scarce and bartering was used extensively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day Mr. Miller was bagging some early potatoes for me. I noticed a small boy, delicate of bone and feature, ragged but clean, hungrily appraising a basket of freshly picked green peas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I paid for my potatoes but was also drawn to the display of fresh green peas. I am a pushover for creamed peas and new potatoes. Pondering the peas, I couldn't help overhearing the conversation between Mr. Miller and the ragged boy next to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello Barry, how are you today?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"H'lo, Mr. Miller. Fine, thank ya. Jus' admirin' them peas ... sure look good."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They are good, Barry. How's your Ma?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fine. Gittin' stronger alla' time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good. Anything I can help you with?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, Sir. Jus' admirin' them peas."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Would you like to take some home?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, Sir. Got nuthin' to pay for 'em with."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, what have you to trade me for some of those peas?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All I got's my prize marble here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is that right? Let me see it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Here 'tis. She's a dandy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can see that. Hmmmmm, only thing is this one is blue and I sort of go for red. Do you have a red one like this at home?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not zackley ... but almost."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tell you what. Take this sack of peas home with you and next trip this way let me look at that red marble."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sure will. Thanks Mr. Miller."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Miller, who had been standing nearby, came over to help me. With a smile she said, "There are two other boys like him in our community, all three are in very poor circumstances. Jim just loves to bargain with them for peas, apples, tomatoes, or whatever. When they come back with their red marbles, and they always do, he decides he doesn't like red after all and he sends them home with a bag of produce for a green marble or an orange one, perhaps."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left the stand smiling to myself, impressed with this man. A short time later I moved to Colorado but I never forgot the story of this man, the boys, and their bartering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several years went by, each more rapid than the previous one. Just recently I had the occasion to visit some old friends in that Idaho community and while I was there I learned that Mr. Miller had died. They were having his viewing that evening and knowing my friends wanted to go, I agreed to accompany them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon arrival at the mortuary we fell into line to meet the relatives of the deceased and to offer whatever words of comfort we could. Ahead of us in line were three young men. One was in an army uniform and the other two wore nice haircuts, dark suits and white shirts ... all very professional looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They approached Mrs. Miller, standing composed and smiling by her husband's casket. Each of the young men hugged her, kissed her on the cheek, spoke briefly with her and moved on to the casket. Her misty light blue eyes followed them as, one by one, each young man stopped briefly and placed his own warm hand over the cold pale hand in the casket. Each left the mortuary awkwardly, wiping his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our turn came to meet Mrs. Miller. I told her who I was and mentioned the story she had told me about the marbles. With her eyes glistening, she took my hand and led me to the casket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Those three young men who just left were the boys I told you about. They just told me how they appreciated the things Jim "traded" them. Now, at last, when Jim could not change his mind about color or size ... they came to pay their debt."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We've never had a great deal of the wealth of this world," she confided, "but right now, Jim would consider himself the richest man in Idaho."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With loving gentleness she lifted the lifeless fingers of her deceased husband. Resting underneath were three exquisitely shined red marbles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORAL: We will not be remembered by our words... but by our kind deeds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3446026688803407122-7015557578509592017?l=rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/feeds/7015557578509592017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3446026688803407122&amp;postID=7015557578509592017&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/7015557578509592017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/7015557578509592017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/2008/09/red-marbles-author-unknown-truly-great.html' title=''/><author><name>Rona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SQGO-iqlx4I/AAAAAAAAANU/BVKN-EWUhuk/S220/119251361r119252951.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SMFN9WQMlHI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/y-t-8i8Gc6U/s72-c/RedMarble.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3446026688803407122.post-4776792177909207359</id><published>2008-09-05T23:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T23:13:02.302+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>For  my   two  wonderful  Nanay's  Neneng &amp;  Sonia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SOME THOUGHTS ON MOTHERHOOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody said it takes about six weeks to get back to normal after you've had a baby... that somebody doesn't know that once you're a mother, "normal" is history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody said you learn how to be a mother by instinct... that somebody never took a three-year-old shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody said being a mother is boring... that somebody never rode in a car driven by a teenager with a driver's permit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody said if you're a "good" mother, your child will "turn out good"... that somebody thinks a child comes with directions and a guarantee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody said "good" mothers never raise their voices... that somebody never came out the back door just in time to see her child hit a golf ball through the neighbor's kitchen window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody said you don't need an education to be a mother... that somebody never helped a fourth grader with his math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody said you can't love the fifth child as much as you love the first... that somebody doesn't have five children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody said a mother can find all the answers to her child-rearing questions in the books... that somebody never had a child stuff beans up his nose or in his ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody said the hardest part of being a mother is labor and delivery... that somebody never watched her "baby" get on the bus for the first day of kindergarten... or on a plane headed for military "boot camp."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody said a mother can do her job with her eyes closed and one hand tied behind her back... that somebody never organized seven giggling Brownies to sell cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody said a mother can stop worrying after her child gets married... that somebody doesn't know that marriage adds a new son or daughter-in-law to a mother's heartstrings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody said a mother's job is done when her last child leaves home... that somebody never had grandchildren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody said your mother knows you love her, so you don't need to tell her... that somebody isn't a mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- When  i  stumbled  upon this  in inspire21.com, it  opened  my  eyes  to  the  roles that  mothers  play in our  lives.I am  forever  grateful to my  Nanay  Neneng  for raising  me  well  and  loving  me and  for  my  Nanay  Sonia  (my mom-inlaw) for  being   my  guiding  light  during the  years I am  learning  to  be a  mother.Thank  you  so much and  I  love  you both so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3446026688803407122-4776792177909207359?l=rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/feeds/4776792177909207359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3446026688803407122&amp;postID=4776792177909207359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/4776792177909207359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/4776792177909207359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/2008/09/for-my-two-wonderful-nanays-neneng.html' title='For  my   two  wonderful  Nanay&apos;s  Neneng &amp; 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I can always pray for someone when I don't have the strength to help him in some other way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... no matter how serious your life requires you to be, everyone needs a friend to act goofy with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... sometimes all a person needs is a hand to hold and a heart to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... simple walks with my father around the block on summer nights when I was a child did wonders for me as an adult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... life is like a roll of toilet paper. The closer it gets to the end, the faster it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... we should be glad God doesn't give us everything we ask for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... money doesn't buy class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... it's those small daily happenings that make life so spectacular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... under everyone's hard shell is someone who wants to be appreciated and loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... the Lord didn't do it all in one day. What makes me think I can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... to ignore the facts does not change the facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... when you plan to get even with someone, you are only letting that person continue to hurt you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... love, not time, heals all wounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... the easiest way for me to grow as a person is to surround myself with people smarter than I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... everyone you meet deserves to be greeted with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... there's nothing sweeter than sleeping with your babies and feeling their breath on your cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... no one is perfect until you fall in love with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... life is tough, but I'm tougher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... opportunities are never lost; someone will take the ones you miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... when you harbor bitterness, happiness will dock elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... I wish I could have told my Dad that I love him one more time before he passed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... one should keep his words both soft and tender, because tomorrow he may have to eat them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... a smile is an inexpensive way to improve your looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... I can't choose how I feel, but I can choose what I do about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... when your newly born grandchild holds your little finger in his little fist, that you're hooked for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... everyone wants to live on top of the mountain, but all the happiness and growth occurs while you're climbing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... it is best to give advice in only two circumstances; when it is requested and when it is a life threatening situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... the less time I have to work with, the more things I get done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3446026688803407122-3908301613331182085?l=rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/feeds/3908301613331182085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3446026688803407122&amp;postID=3908301613331182085&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/3908301613331182085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/3908301613331182085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-have-learned-that.html' title='I Have Learned that...'/><author><name>Rona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SQGO-iqlx4I/AAAAAAAAANU/BVKN-EWUhuk/S220/119251361r119252951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3446026688803407122.post-5926543767741422215</id><published>2008-09-05T22:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T22:57:01.695+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories'/><title type='text'>practicality ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SMFIQt1DutI/AAAAAAAAAGI/B-9dbVxZcvc/s1600-h/cruiseship.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SMFIQt1DutI/AAAAAAAAAGI/B-9dbVxZcvc/s320/cruiseship.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242550893253212882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The Retirement Cruise&lt;br /&gt;-- Author Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 2 years ago my friend and I were on a cruise through the western Mediterranean aboard a Princess liner. At dinner we noticed an elderly lady sitting alone along the rail of the grand stairway in the main dining room.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I also noticed that all the staff, ships officers, waiters, busboys, etc., all seemed very familiar with this lady. I asked our waiter who the lady was, expecting to be told she owned the line, but he said he only knew that she had been on board for the last four cruises... back to back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we left the dining room one evening I caught her eye and stopped to say hello. We chatted and I said, "I understand you've been on this ship for the last four cruises". She replied, "Yes, that's true." I stated, "I don't understand" and she replied, without a pause, "It's cheaper than a nursing home".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there will be no nursing home in my future. When I get old and feeble, I am going to get on a Princess Cruise Ship. The average cost for a nursing home is $200 per day. I have checked on reservations at Princess and I can get a long term discount and senior discount price of $135 per day. That leaves $65 a day for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Gratuities, which will only be $10 per day. And the rest can be put into the slot machines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I will have as many as 10 meals a day if I can waddle to the restaurant, or I can have room service (which means I can have breakfast in bed every day of the week).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Princess has as many as three swimming pools, a workout room, free washers and dryers, and shows every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. They have free toothpaste and razors, and free soap and shampoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. They will even treat you like a customer, not a patient. An extra $5 worth of tips and your casino winnings will have the entire staff scrambling to help you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I will get to meet new people every 7or 14 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. T.V. broken? Light bulb need changing? Need to have the mattress replaced? No problem! They will fix everything and apologize for your inconvenience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Clean sheets and towels every day, and you don't even have to ask for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If you fall in the nursing home and break a hip you are on Medicare; if you fall and break a hip on the Princess ship they will upgrade you to a suite for the rest of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now hold on for the best! Do you want to see South America, the Panama Canal, Tahiti, Australia, New Zealand, Asia, or name where you want to go? Princess will have a ship ready to go. So don't look for me in a nursing home, just call shore to ship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. And don't forget, when you die, they just dump you over the side... at no charge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(inspire21.com)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3446026688803407122-5926543767741422215?l=rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/feeds/5926543767741422215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3446026688803407122&amp;postID=5926543767741422215&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/5926543767741422215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/5926543767741422215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/2008/09/practicality.html' title='practicality ...'/><author><name>Rona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SQGO-iqlx4I/AAAAAAAAANU/BVKN-EWUhuk/S220/119251361r119252951.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SMFIQt1DutI/AAAAAAAAAGI/B-9dbVxZcvc/s72-c/cruiseship.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3446026688803407122.post-2161849253461465448</id><published>2008-09-05T19:32:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T19:40:09.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>post  olympics  funny  pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SMEajPetKkI/AAAAAAAAAGA/W0SGpQL19PA/s1600-h/411402QVxU_w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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The man was enjoying the scenery, when it suddenly occurred to him that he was dead. He remembered dying, and that his faithful dog had been dead for many years. He wondered where the road was leading them. After a while, they came to a high, white stone wall along one side of the road. It looked like fine marble. As he reached the wall, he saw a magnificent gate in the arch, and the street that led to the gate made from pure gold. He and the dog walked toward the gate, and as he got closer, he saw a man at a desk to one side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he was close enough, he called out, "Excuse me, where are we?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is heaven, sir," the man answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wow! Would you happen to have some water? We have traveled far," the man said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Of course, sir. Come right in, and I'll have some ice water brought right up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man gestured, and the gate began to open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can my friend," gesturing toward his dog, "come in, too?" the traveler asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry, sir, but we don't accept pets."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man thought a moment, remembering all the years this dog remained loyal to him and then turned back toward the road and continued the way he had been going. After another long walk he came to a plain dirt road, which led through a farm gate that looked as if it had never been closed. There was no fence. As he approached the gate, he saw a man inside, leaning against a tree and reading a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Excuse me!" he called to the reader. "Do you have any water? We have traveled far."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, sure, there's a faucet over there." The man pointed to a place that couldn't be seen from outside the gate. "Come on in and help yourself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How about my friend here?" the traveler gestured to his dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There should be a bowl by the faucet; he is welcome to share."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They went through the gate, and sure enough, there was an old-fashioned faucet with a bowl beside it. The traveler filled the bowl and took a long drink himself, then he gave some to the dog. When they were full, he and the dog walked back toward the man who was standing by the tree waiting for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What do you call this place?" the traveler asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is heaven," was the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, that's confusing," the traveler said. "The man down the road said that was heaven, too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, you mean the place with the gold street and pearly gates? Nope. That's hell."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Doesn't it make you mad for them to use your name like that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No. We're just happy that they screen out the folks who'd leave their best friends behind in exchange for material things."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell A Friend&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3446026688803407122-1591744735168954581?l=rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/feeds/1591744735168954581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3446026688803407122&amp;postID=1591744735168954581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/1591744735168954581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/1591744735168954581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/2008/08/other-side-of-heaven.html' title='the other  side  of heaven'/><author><name>Rona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SQGO-iqlx4I/AAAAAAAAANU/BVKN-EWUhuk/S220/119251361r119252951.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SJ2LgB5DtXI/AAAAAAAAAEg/fD37M-1RjZQ/s72-c/1476362368_9474f0b24d_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3446026688803407122.post-8235303128495773328</id><published>2008-08-09T19:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T19:53:52.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy  weekend  guys!</title><content type='html'>&lt;BR&gt;&lt;a href="http://funny4myspace.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s145.photobucket.com/albums/r220/2funny2b/myspace/pic10/tooofunny10066.gif" border="0" alt="Funny MySpace Comments"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://funny4myspace.com/pictures/top/1/view/10066"&gt;Send to friends / Add to profile&lt;/a&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; &lt;a href="http://funny4myspace.com"&gt;&lt;B&gt;Funny MySpace Comments&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyMTgzMzcyNjU1NDYmcHQ9MTIxODMzNzI4MjQ4NCZwPTEzMjgxJmQ9aW1hZ2Umbj*mZz*x.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3446026688803407122-8235303128495773328?l=rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/feeds/8235303128495773328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3446026688803407122&amp;postID=8235303128495773328&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/8235303128495773328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/8235303128495773328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-weekend-guys.html' title='happy  weekend  guys!'/><author><name>Rona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SQGO-iqlx4I/AAAAAAAAANU/BVKN-EWUhuk/S220/119251361r119252951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3446026688803407122.post-2846006430152247054</id><published>2008-08-09T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T19:51:04.907+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humors'/><title type='text'>from  funny.com</title><content type='html'>Einstein's Chauffer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a true life anecdote about Albert Einstein, and his theory of relativity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After having propounded his famous theorY, Albert Einstein would tour the various Universities in the United States, delivering lectures wherever he went. He was always accompanied by his faithful chauffer, Harry, who would attend each of these lectures while seated in the back row! One fine day, after Einstein had finished a lecture and was coming out of the auditorium into his vehicle, Harry addresses him and says, "Professor Einstein, I've heard your lecture on Relativity so many times, that if I were ever given the opportunity, I would be able to deliver it to perfection myself!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Very well," replied Einstein, "I'm going to Dartmouth next week. They don't know me there. You can deliver the lecture as Einstein, and I'll take your place as Harry!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so it went to be... Harry delivered the lecture to perfection, without a word out of place, while Einstein sat in the back row playing "chauffer", and enjoying a snooze for a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as Harry was descending from the podium, however, one of the research assistants intercepted him, and began to ask him a question on the theory of relativity.... one that involved a lot of complex calculations and equations. Harry replied to the assistant "The answer to this question is very simple! In fact, it's so simple, that I'm going to let my chauffer answer it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell A Friend&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3446026688803407122-2846006430152247054?l=rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/feeds/2846006430152247054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3446026688803407122&amp;postID=2846006430152247054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/2846006430152247054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/2846006430152247054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/2008/08/from-funnycom.html' title='from  funny.com'/><author><name>Rona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SQGO-iqlx4I/AAAAAAAAANU/BVKN-EWUhuk/S220/119251361r119252951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3446026688803407122.post-6843960444617184964</id><published>2008-08-09T19:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T19:44:47.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>something  to ponder...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SJ2DJOaW8QI/AAAAAAAAAEY/2wHkGCY1AeI/s1600-h/2435283085_6bf847f466_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SJ2DJOaW8QI/AAAAAAAAAEY/2wHkGCY1AeI/s320/2435283085_6bf847f466_m.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232482536585097474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Believe It Or Not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cockroach will live nine days without its head, before it starves to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A crocodile cannot stick its tongue out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pig's orgasm lasts for 30 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A snail can sleep for three years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All Polar bears are left-handed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;American Airlines saved $40,000 in 1987 by eliminating one olive from each salad served in first-class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Americans on average eat 18 acres of pizza every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An ostrich's eye is bigger than its brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babies are born without knee caps. They don't appear until the child reaches 2 to 6 years of age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banging your head against a wall uses 150 calories an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butterflies taste with their feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cats have over one hundred vocal sounds, dogs only have about ten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cat's urine glows under a black light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;China has more English speakers than the United States.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donald Duck comics were banned in Finland because he doesn't wear pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dueling is legal in Paraguay as long as both parties are registered blood donors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elephants are the only animals that can't jump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time you lick a stamp, you're consuming 1/10 of a calorie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February 1865 is the only month in recorded history not to have a full moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humans and dolphins are the only species that have sex for pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am. is the shortest complete sentence in the English language&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Barbie were life-size, her measurements would be 39-23-33. She would stand seven feet, two inches tall and have a neck twice the length of a normal human's neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the population of China walked past you in single file, the line would never end because of the rate of reproduction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you fart consistently for 6 years and 9 months, enough gas is produced to create the energy of an atomic bomb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you keep a goldfish in a dark room, it will eventually turn white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you yelled for 8 years, 7 months and 6 days, you would have produced enough sound energy to heat one cup of coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In ancient Egypt, priests plucked EVERY hair from their bodies, including their eyebrows and eyelashes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the last 4000 years, no new animals have been domesticated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's impossible to sneeze with your eyes open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leonardo Da Vinci invented the scissors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marilyn Monroe had six toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Jordan makes more money from Nike annually than all of the Nike factory workers in Malaysia combined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More people are killed by donkeys annually than are killed in plane crashes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No word in the English language rhymes with month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nutmeg is extremely poisonous if injected intravenously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On average, people fear spiders more than they do death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the reasons marijuana is illegal today is because cotton growers in the '30s lobbied against hemp farmers, they saw it as competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only one person in two billion will live to be 116 or older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our eyes are always the same size from birth, but our nose and ears never stop growing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right-handed people live, on average, nine years longer than left-handed people do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shakespeare invented the word "assassination" and "bump."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some lions mate over 50 times a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starfish haven't got brains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stewardesses is the longest word typed with only the left hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ant always falls over on its right side when intoxicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The average human eats eight spiders in their lifetime at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The catfish has over 27,000 taste buds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cruise liner, Queen Elizabeth 2, moves only six inches for each gallon of diesel that it burns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The electric chair was invented by a dentist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The human heart creates enough pressure when it pumps out to the body to squirt blood 30 feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The male praying mantis cannot copulate while its head is attached to its body. The female initiates sex by ripping the male's head off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most common name in the world is Mohammed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The name of all the continents end with the same letter that they start with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The name Wendy was made up for the book "Peter Pan."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pentagon, in Arlington, Virginia, has twice as many bathrooms as is necessary. When it was built in the 1940s, the state of Virginia still had segregation laws requiring separate toilet facilities for blacks and whites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sentence, "The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog" uses every letter in the English language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shortest war in history was between Zanzibar and England in 1896. Zanzibar surrendered after 38 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strongest muscle in the body is the tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word "lethologica" describes the state of not being able to remember the word you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word racecar and kayak are the same whether they are read left to right or right to left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two credit cards for every person in the United States.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TYPEWRITER is the longest word that can be made using the letters on only one row of the keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women blink nearly twice as much as men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are more likely to be killed by a Champagne cork than by a poisonous spider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't kill yourself by holding your breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You share your birthday with at least nine million other people in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3446026688803407122-6843960444617184964?l=rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/feeds/6843960444617184964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3446026688803407122&amp;postID=6843960444617184964&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/6843960444617184964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/6843960444617184964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/2008/08/something-to-ponder.html' title='something  to ponder...'/><author><name>Rona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SQGO-iqlx4I/AAAAAAAAANU/BVKN-EWUhuk/S220/119251361r119252951.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SJ2DJOaW8QI/AAAAAAAAAEY/2wHkGCY1AeI/s72-c/2435283085_6bf847f466_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3446026688803407122.post-3970285576152409907</id><published>2008-08-09T06:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T06:56:42.181+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='qoutes'/><title type='text'>thoughts....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SJzPI5kO9gI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/0lIIFqdu8TM/s1600-h/2673504289_2d810745e2_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SJzPI5kO9gI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/0lIIFqdu8TM/s320/2673504289_2d810745e2_m.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232284618896373250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10  WAYS  TO LOVE  PEOPLE ... TRUE  AND  BIBLICAL &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Listen  without  interrupting (Prov18)&lt;br /&gt;2. Speak  without  accusing  (James 1:19)&lt;br /&gt;3. Give  without  sparing (Prov. 21:26)&lt;br /&gt;4. Pray  without  ceasing(Colossians 1:9)&lt;br /&gt;5. Answer  without  arguing (Prov. 17:1)&lt;br /&gt;6. Share  without  pretending  (Ephesians 4:15)&lt;br /&gt;7. Enjoy without  complaint (Philippians 2:14)&lt;br /&gt;8. Trust without  wavering (Corinthians 13:7)&lt;br /&gt;9. Forgive  without  punishing (Colossians 3:13)&lt;br /&gt;10.Promise  without  forgetting (Prov. 13:12)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3446026688803407122-3970285576152409907?l=rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/3970285576152409907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/3970285576152409907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/2008/08/thoughts.html' title='thoughts....'/><author><name>Rona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SQGO-iqlx4I/AAAAAAAAANU/BVKN-EWUhuk/S220/119251361r119252951.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SJzPI5kO9gI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/0lIIFqdu8TM/s72-c/2673504289_2d810745e2_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3446026688803407122.post-601069342272749065</id><published>2008-08-09T06:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T06:06:41.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new</title><content type='html'>just stumbled  upon  this  site...&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;a href="http://mommycommunity.com/index.php/category/this-weeks-toot/" target="_Blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i249.photobucket.com/albums/gg230/mcowner/TT-button.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3446026688803407122-601069342272749065?l=rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/601069342272749065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/601069342272749065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/2008/08/new.html' title='new'/><author><name>Rona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SQGO-iqlx4I/AAAAAAAAANU/BVKN-EWUhuk/S220/119251361r119252951.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3446026688803407122.post-1001060141472148941</id><published>2008-08-09T05:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T05:50:43.654+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what did i miss?'/><title type='text'>???</title><content type='html'>must  be  wondering  where i've  been...well  my  computer crashed  down and  it took quite long  before it  was usable  again, needed  a major  repair. so anyway, what  did  i MISS???? whew, i just  visited  my  other  group  blog, TSB, and  found out that we're increasing  by the numbers  and its  good.now  i've got  more  friends...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3446026688803407122-1001060141472148941?l=rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/1001060141472148941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/1001060141472148941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title='???'/><author><name>Rona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SQGO-iqlx4I/AAAAAAAAANU/BVKN-EWUhuk/S220/119251361r119252951.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3446026688803407122.post-5785849212218413862</id><published>2008-07-12T20:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T21:11:35.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a   busy  week  ...</title><content type='html'>Twas'  really  a  very  busy  week  for  me, i haven't  posted for  days  it's  just  that  the  hustle and bustle  in  the  office got into  me. But  my  spirit  was  lifted  up when  my  significant  other  finally  was  able  to  have  a  signal  and  was  able  to  text   and  call me. Being  far  away  from  each  other  is  not  easy  as  others  thought  it  to be.Especially  when  you  are  used to  being  with  each  other.I  have  that  part  in my  life   where  I  used  to  rely  almost  everything on  him. So  when  he suddenly  has to   leave  for  work  abroad  my  life  made  a  complete  turnaround. I  used  to  cry  myself  to  sleep  at  night, I  could  not  remember  now  how  many  times  I  shed  tears.But  thanks  to  our  technology  right now  we  were  able to  find  means  and  ways  to  always  keep in touch  with  each  other  even  with  different  time  zones. Our  love  has  deepened  through the  years , the  distance  even made us  stronger. I  would  like  to  share  this   quote  to  those  whose  loved  ones  are  away  from  them: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation." --Kahlil Gibran&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3446026688803407122-5785849212218413862?l=rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/feeds/5785849212218413862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3446026688803407122&amp;postID=5785849212218413862&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/5785849212218413862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/5785849212218413862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/2008/07/busy-week.html' title='a   busy  week  ...'/><author><name>Rona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SQGO-iqlx4I/AAAAAAAAANU/BVKN-EWUhuk/S220/119251361r119252951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3446026688803407122.post-7488726405397383822</id><published>2008-07-07T22:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:35:45.390+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ALWAYS  LOVING   YOU'/><title type='text'>TO  KEN ,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SHIrEZYCzMI/AAAAAAAAAEI/bF78DLEG3nU/s1600-h/wedding++16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SHIrEZYCzMI/AAAAAAAAAEI/bF78DLEG3nU/s320/wedding++16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220282272607030466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To  the  love  of  my  life :  HAPPY  HAPPY  HAPPY  BIRTHDAY!!!. I wish  you're  here  with  us. I  always  pray  for  your  safety  and  good faring  out there. I know  it's  hard  for  you  to  be away  from  us. I  am  so  grateful  for  the  love  that  you  have  given  us  through  the  years, the  sacrifice  that you  have  to  undergo  just  to  give  our  family  a   bright  future.Thank you  so much  daddy  ken. As always - " You  are  the   SECOND  best  thing  that  ever  happened  to  me, FINDING  you  is  the  FIRST". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;I  LOVE  YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-rona&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3446026688803407122-7488726405397383822?l=rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/7488726405397383822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/7488726405397383822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/2008/07/to-ken.html' title='TO  KEN ,'/><author><name>Rona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SQGO-iqlx4I/AAAAAAAAANU/BVKN-EWUhuk/S220/119251361r119252951.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SHIrEZYCzMI/AAAAAAAAAEI/bF78DLEG3nU/s72-c/wedding++16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3446026688803407122.post-4908397231576163939</id><published>2008-07-07T22:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T22:24:26.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a message  from  ruby...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt; The  sand  taught  me  one thing, "you can't  hold   too many  things, no matter  what  you  do to make  them  stay, so learn to  let go and  choose  carefully which  you  want to stay, because  like the  sand, only those which are in  the center of your palm  will  last."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- with  regards  to  my  priorities  in life, I  realized  I  have  been  doing  too many things and  haven't  really  focused  on  what's  supposed  to  be  my  topmost  priorities. With  that  message  that  my dear  friend  sent  me, I  have  opened  up  my  heart  and  mind,  to  stay  on  track  and  do  things  one  by  one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3446026688803407122-4908397231576163939?l=rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/4908397231576163939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/4908397231576163939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/2008/07/message-from-ruby.html' title='a message  from  ruby...'/><author><name>Rona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SQGO-iqlx4I/AAAAAAAAANU/BVKN-EWUhuk/S220/119251361r119252951.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3446026688803407122.post-5683172274274555179</id><published>2008-07-01T21:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T22:07:18.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my  friend  ruby...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The glory of friendship is not the outstretched hand, nor the kindly smile, nor the joy of companionship; it is the spiritual inspiration that comes to one when you discover that someone else believes in you and is willing to trust you with a friendship.&lt;br /&gt;                                                   .                    Ralph Waldo Emerson, Adapted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;em&gt; thank   you  bee, for  giving  me a chance  to  be  your friend. I wish you  always  to  have  a  good  faring  in life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                                                            -  rona &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3446026688803407122-5683172274274555179?l=rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/5683172274274555179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/5683172274274555179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-friend-ruby.html' title='my  friend  ruby...'/><author><name>Rona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SQGO-iqlx4I/AAAAAAAAANU/BVKN-EWUhuk/S220/119251361r119252951.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3446026688803407122.post-2110795435446558036</id><published>2008-07-01T21:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:35:45.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for  my  bestfriend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SGo0fjEU4qI/AAAAAAAAAEA/KPY6pgfWa9A/s1600-h/fl13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218040834856116898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SGo0fjEU4qI/AAAAAAAAAEA/KPY6pgfWa9A/s320/fl13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BEST FRIENDS FOREVER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;© rljc-p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Do you remember ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Our high school days &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We have to be strong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Remember the good and&lt;br /&gt;the bad times we had &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As friends, we stick together &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But, change came like the weather&lt;br /&gt;We parted ways&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do you still remember? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;It has been too long&lt;br /&gt;Since we’ve seen each other &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;I remember …&lt;br /&gt;The laughter’s, the pain&lt;br /&gt;the dreams we’ve shared&lt;br /&gt;The times&lt;br /&gt;We’ve been stupid, and carefree &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember you…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;You have always cared ,&lt;br /&gt;the wind beneath my wings&lt;br /&gt;Now, as we look behind&lt;br /&gt;The road we traveled&lt;br /&gt;We took different paths &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;but remained the same &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;And remember &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;we will always be the best of friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;To ping - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;          thank  you  best  for  always  remembering ....i   will always  be  grateful  for  the  friendship that  we  have  shared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;                                                                                                     &lt;em&gt;- rona&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3446026688803407122-2110795435446558036?l=rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/2110795435446558036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/2110795435446558036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/2008/07/for-my-bestfriend.html' title='for  my  bestfriend'/><author><name>Rona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SQGO-iqlx4I/AAAAAAAAANU/BVKN-EWUhuk/S220/119251361r119252951.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SGo0fjEU4qI/AAAAAAAAAEA/KPY6pgfWa9A/s72-c/fl13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3446026688803407122.post-6455690767210687976</id><published>2008-07-01T20:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:35:45.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SGorYThKavI/AAAAAAAAADw/QfPsKMZpIkE/s1600-h/439136833_183937c61b_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218030814818364146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px" height="210" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SGorYThKavI/AAAAAAAAADw/QfPsKMZpIkE/s320/439136833_183937c61b_m.jpg" width="161" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;LIFE  IS  BEAUTIFUL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Compliment  3 people  each  day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Watch  a  sunrise  at  least  once  a  year.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Look people in  the eye.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Say  thank  you  a lot.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Say  please a  lot.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Live  beneath  your means.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Treat   everyone  you meet  as you want  to be treated.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Make  new friends  but  cherish  the  old ones.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Keep  secrets.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Admit  your mistakes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Be brave.Even  if  your  not.Pretend  to be no one can tell  the  difference.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never  cheat.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Give  yourself  a deadline  and  read  the  Bible  from cover  to cover.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Learn  to  listen.Opportunity sometimes knocks  very  softly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never  deprive  someone  of hope.It might  be all that  he  has.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pray  not for things  but for  wisdom  and courage.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never  take  action when  you're  angry.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have  good  posture  and enter the  room with  purpose  and  confidence.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never   pay  for  work  before its  completed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Be willing to  loose  a  battle  in order  to  win  a  war.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't  gossip.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beware   of  the  person  who  has nothing to  loose.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When  facing  a difficult  task, act  as  though  it is impossible  to fail.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't   spread  yourself  too thin. Learn  to  say  NO  politely  and  quickly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't  expect  life  to  be  FAIR  coz it's  NOT.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never  underestimate the  power  of  forgiveness.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Be  bold  and  courageous.When    you  look back  on your  life, you'll regret  the  things  you   didn't  do  more than  the ones you  did.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't  procrastinate.Do what  needs  to be  done.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Get  your  priorities  straight.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't  be afraid  to  say  "I don't  know".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't  be afraid  to  say  "I'm  Sorry".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3446026688803407122-6455690767210687976?l=rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/6455690767210687976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/6455690767210687976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/2008/07/life-is-beautiful-compliment-3-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Rona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SQGO-iqlx4I/AAAAAAAAANU/BVKN-EWUhuk/S220/119251361r119252951.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SGorYThKavI/AAAAAAAAADw/QfPsKMZpIkE/s72-c/439136833_183937c61b_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3446026688803407122.post-1097266126620780055</id><published>2008-06-28T22:08:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:35:45.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>something  to  ponder  upon...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SGZGREMqC0I/AAAAAAAAADQ/YwvckL2FBps/s1600-h/spaceball.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216934477353847618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SGZGREMqC0I/AAAAAAAAADQ/YwvckL2FBps/s320/spaceball.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SGZMeuzBVCI/AAAAAAAAADg/ThtxGCCYrPQ/s1600-h/2471778690_b518a4eb3c_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216941309197112354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px" height="194" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SGZMeuzBVCI/AAAAAAAAADg/ThtxGCCYrPQ/s320/2471778690_b518a4eb3c_m.jpg" width="366" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;AND GOD SAID, "NO"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I asked God to take away my pride&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And God said, "No"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;He said it was not for Him to take away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;But for me to give up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I asked God to make my handicapped child whole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And God said, "No"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;He said her spirit is whole &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Her body is only temporary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I asked God to grant me patience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And God said, "No" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;He said patience is a by - product of tribulation &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It isn't granted, it's earned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I asked God to give me happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And God said , "No" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;He said He gives blessings &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Happiness is up to us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I asked God to spare me pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And God said , "No" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;He said sufferings draws you apart from worldly cares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And brings you close to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I asked God to make my spirit grow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And God said, "No" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;He said I have to grow on my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;But He will prune me to make me fruitful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I asked God if He loves me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And God said, "Yes" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;He gave us His only Son who died for us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And I will be in heaven because I believe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I asked God to help me love others as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;much as He loves me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And God said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"Ah, finally you have the idea."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Anonymous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3446026688803407122-1097266126620780055?l=rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/1097266126620780055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/1097266126620780055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/2008/06/something-to-ponder-upon.html' title='something  to  ponder  upon...'/><author><name>Rona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SQGO-iqlx4I/AAAAAAAAANU/BVKN-EWUhuk/S220/119251361r119252951.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SGZGREMqC0I/AAAAAAAAADQ/YwvckL2FBps/s72-c/spaceball.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3446026688803407122.post-3188126676330729388</id><published>2008-06-28T21:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T21:59:50.821+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a  good  read'/><title type='text'>A  thousand  splendid  suns...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That  is  the  title  of  the  novel  written  by  Mr. Khaled  Hosseini, which by the  way  is  one  of  the  best  novels i have  ever  read.It really  made me  cry  and  cry  and  cry.I realized how lucky  i am to  be  born  in this  country  of mine.It  opened  up  my  mind  into  so many  important  aspects  of   life  and  embedded  upon me  once  again core  values  a  human  being  should  have and  bear  in  this  life;love  of  God, love  of  country, humility,endurance,love  for  a  friend, unselfishness and  lastly  eternal  love.&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; Thank  you Mr. Hosseini for  being  such  an  inspiration  to  others, God  Bless ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3446026688803407122-3188126676330729388?l=rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/3188126676330729388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/3188126676330729388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/2008/06/thousand-splendid-suns.html' title='A  thousand  splendid  suns...'/><author><name>Rona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SQGO-iqlx4I/AAAAAAAAANU/BVKN-EWUhuk/S220/119251361r119252951.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3446026688803407122.post-1023341359815428017</id><published>2008-06-26T21:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T22:19:46.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my  prayers...</title><content type='html'>My Father in Heaven...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please bless those families who have been victims of the typhoon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Please bless those families who have been victims of FLOOD in the City of Iloilo and nearby provinces...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Please bless those families of the victims of the ill-fated MV Princess of the Stars...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Please make them strong amidst this tragic experiences...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Please make them more  steadfast in their faith ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Please ease away the hurt and pain that they are feeling right now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Please help them emerged from this adversity as better , stronger persons, closer to Thee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;All these I humbly ask and pray in the name of Thy Son , Jesus Christ. Amen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3446026688803407122-1023341359815428017?l=rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/1023341359815428017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/1023341359815428017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-prayers.html' title='my  prayers...'/><author><name>Rona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SQGO-iqlx4I/AAAAAAAAANU/BVKN-EWUhuk/S220/119251361r119252951.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3446026688803407122.post-2737050432446028754</id><published>2008-06-26T21:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T21:49:43.946+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stormy storm'/><title type='text'>typhoon  experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Friday. June 20,2008. Typhoon  "Frank" hits  our  island  at  around  3 p.m., at  first  it  was just  signal  number  1, but  eventually  turned into  number  3.Apprehensions  flood my  mind  as  the  storm brought  down heavy  downpours  and  very  strong  winds. We  were  covering  the  windows  with  heavy  blankets  just  to  fend  off  splashes  of  water  and  laid  out  on the  floor   rags  and  old  clothes  to  absorb  the  rainwater  that  has  finally  seeped  in.At  around  7 p.m. the  wind  grew stronger  and   trashings  and  poundings  grew  louder  and  louder. Our  house  being  the  tallest  in  the neighborhood  almost  had  all the  beatings  of  the  storm. It  lasted  until  the  wee  hours  of the  morning, the  longest  that  I've  witnessed  so far. By the  morning, the  intensity  of the  damage  spread  before  our  eyes. Whew! It was  another  "Super bagyo" experience.My  3rd  on this  island.There  was  no power  for  one  week.  Thank  God  me  and  my  family  were  safe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3446026688803407122-2737050432446028754?l=rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/2737050432446028754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/2737050432446028754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/2008/06/typhoon-experience.html' title='typhoon  experience'/><author><name>Rona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SQGO-iqlx4I/AAAAAAAAANU/BVKN-EWUhuk/S220/119251361r119252951.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3446026688803407122.post-3829871940673983478</id><published>2008-06-17T20:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:35:45.965+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my  dream'/><title type='text'>The  other  side  of  me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SFe0a1IMycI/AAAAAAAAACM/TCbphg0_WRM/s1600-h/food.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212833466735708610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SFe0a1IMycI/AAAAAAAAACM/TCbphg0_WRM/s320/food.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a food lover.I have a huge collection of food mags.I wouldn't pass up on any food article if I chance to stumble upon one. I never had any culinary lesson though, i just cook by heart. I'm always happy everytime I cook. My favorite foods are Valenciana, Leche Flan and all kinds of Pasta.I aspire to be a chef. One of my wishlist for the next year is to enroll in a culinary school and excel in that field. It is where my heart is. But in my present course,that dream is yet to be realized.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3446026688803407122-3829871940673983478?l=rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/3829871940673983478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/3829871940673983478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/2008/06/other-side-of-me.html' title='The  other  side  of  me'/><author><name>Rona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SQGO-iqlx4I/AAAAAAAAANU/BVKN-EWUhuk/S220/119251361r119252951.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SFe0a1IMycI/AAAAAAAAACM/TCbphg0_WRM/s72-c/food.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3446026688803407122.post-1439998025625838231</id><published>2008-06-17T20:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:35:46.072+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my  babies...'/><title type='text'>Bundle  of  joys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SFep9LuWOAI/AAAAAAAAACE/26Cf0oiPf48/s1600-h/100_1197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212821962288936962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SFep9LuWOAI/AAAAAAAAACE/26Cf0oiPf48/s320/100_1197.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our blessings in life. Two cute little kulits. Baby chips and Ate KC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For  my  two  babies:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I  LOVE  YOU  FOREVER &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I LOVE  YOU  FOR ALWAYS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;AS LONG  AS  I'M  LIVING &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;MY  BABIES  YOU'LL BE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3446026688803407122-1439998025625838231?l=rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/1439998025625838231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/1439998025625838231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/2008/06/our-blessings-in-life.html' title='Bundle  of  joys'/><author><name>Rona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SQGO-iqlx4I/AAAAAAAAANU/BVKN-EWUhuk/S220/119251361r119252951.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SFep9LuWOAI/AAAAAAAAACE/26Cf0oiPf48/s72-c/100_1197.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3446026688803407122.post-3816275805908647955</id><published>2008-06-17T19:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:35:46.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>beautiful  song</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SFe4tdyw8HI/AAAAAAAAACU/cy9F3HcQSoc/s1600-h/narnia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212838184935813234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SFe4tdyw8HI/AAAAAAAAACU/cy9F3HcQSoc/s320/narnia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started out as a feeling&lt;br /&gt;Which then grew into a hope&lt;br /&gt;Which then turned into a quiet thought&lt;br /&gt;Which then turned into a quiet word&lt;br /&gt;And then that word grew louder and louder&lt;br /&gt;Till it was a battle cry&lt;br /&gt;I'll come back when you call me&lt;br /&gt;No need to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because everything's changing&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't mean it's never been this way before&lt;br /&gt;All you can do is try to know&lt;br /&gt;Who your friends are&lt;br /&gt;As you head off to the war&lt;br /&gt;Pick a star on the dark horizon&lt;br /&gt;And follow the light&lt;br /&gt;You'll come back when its over&lt;br /&gt;No need to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we're back to the beginning&lt;br /&gt;It's just a feeling&lt;br /&gt;And no one knows yet&lt;br /&gt;But just because they can't feel it too&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't mean that you have to forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let your memories grow stronger and stronger&lt;br /&gt;Til' they're before your eyes&lt;br /&gt;You'll come back when they call you&lt;br /&gt;No need to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;You'll come back when they call you&lt;br /&gt;No need to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regina Spektor.&lt;br /&gt;The Chronicles of Narnia Prince Caspian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Wow! It makes me want to cry.Such a beautiful song. Me and the kids watch the movie over and over again.Thumbs up for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3446026688803407122-3816275805908647955?l=rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/3816275805908647955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/3816275805908647955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/2008/06/beautiful-song.html' title='beautiful  song'/><author><name>Rona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SQGO-iqlx4I/AAAAAAAAANU/BVKN-EWUhuk/S220/119251361r119252951.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SFe4tdyw8HI/AAAAAAAAACU/cy9F3HcQSoc/s72-c/narnia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3446026688803407122.post-7037737193350482944</id><published>2008-06-16T22:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:35:46.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SFZ47UwHEsI/AAAAAAAAAB0/7CjF3ybgbCk/s1600-h/100_0693.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212486579306042050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SFZ47UwHEsI/AAAAAAAAAB0/7CjF3ybgbCk/s320/100_0693.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "BARKADA  REUNION 2007 December, left to right ; genevie,ian, meeh, jo, ping (my  best friend). It took me a while to let them see me again with this dambuhala figure of mine. I'm really ashamed but i'm  trying. I'm now in  the midst  of  "resizing".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3446026688803407122-7037737193350482944?l=rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/7037737193350482944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/7037737193350482944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/2008/06/barkada-reunion-2007-december-left-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Rona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SQGO-iqlx4I/AAAAAAAAANU/BVKN-EWUhuk/S220/119251361r119252951.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SFZ47UwHEsI/AAAAAAAAAB0/7CjF3ybgbCk/s72-c/100_0693.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3446026688803407122.post-3387780462292028102</id><published>2008-06-16T21:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:35:46.530+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my  family'/><title type='text'>Family  Outing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SFZu_zLlMsI/AAAAAAAAABs/dEsreBir53g/s1600-h/100_0673.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212475661077525186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SFZu_zLlMsI/AAAAAAAAABs/dEsreBir53g/s320/100_0673.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my family. Taken during our family outing last December 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Your most important friendships should be with your own brothers andsisters and with your father and mother. Love your family. Be loyal tothem. Have a genuine concern for your brothers and sisters. Help carrytheir load so you can say, like the lyrics of that song, 'He ain'theavy; he's my brother.' " &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(President Ezra Taft Benson, "To the 'Youth of the Noble Birthright,' " Ensign, May 1986, 43)&lt;br /&gt;Gems on the Family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3446026688803407122-3387780462292028102?l=rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/3387780462292028102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/3387780462292028102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/2008/06/this-is-my-family.html' title='Family  Outing'/><author><name>Rona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SQGO-iqlx4I/AAAAAAAAANU/BVKN-EWUhuk/S220/119251361r119252951.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SFZu_zLlMsI/AAAAAAAAABs/dEsreBir53g/s72-c/100_0673.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3446026688803407122.post-2841295510596372283</id><published>2008-06-16T20:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T21:42:26.088+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><title type='text'>memory  lane</title><content type='html'>i have &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;short but vivid memories of my childhood days, but i cherish every memory of it. We used to transfer from one place to another due to my dad's work, in fact my brood was a mixture of different places and cultures .First there was my hometown Iloilo,where my two elder sisters (ate weng and ate rose) were born, then Dumaguete City, my birthplace of which until now i haven't seen what it looks like,next was Roxas City of Capiz where my brother bong was born and then we moved again to Bacolod City, Negros Occidental where again my brother Ron the fifth was born. Then the youngest  Gievon  came and yes we are living in Cebu City that time. Sometimes i think what my life would have been had we stayed at only one place,but truth is, i would have preferred it this way,i became a better person, more diversed, having been a part of so many rich cultures and traditions. Thank you tatay for that opportunity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3446026688803407122-2841295510596372283?l=rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/2841295510596372283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/2841295510596372283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/2008/06/memory-lane.html' title='memory  lane'/><author><name>Rona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SQGO-iqlx4I/AAAAAAAAANU/BVKN-EWUhuk/S220/119251361r119252951.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3446026688803407122.post-1829503398059477951</id><published>2008-06-16T12:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T20:24:04.684+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i just  realize'/><title type='text'>good  post</title><content type='html'>I have read a post (by Melanie T. Lim) from my favorite site(only insilence) and it made me realize some things... let me share it too, it says and I qoute:&lt;br /&gt;- there is no perfect man&lt;br /&gt;- but there is a perfect match for every woman&lt;br /&gt;- like minds doesn't always make a good match&lt;br /&gt;- for if we always have the same preferences, how can we really grow beyond ourselves and our common interests?&lt;br /&gt;- a good husband is a man who loves you for who you are and all that you hope to be in an imperfect world.&lt;br /&gt;Well, that was really something.And I totally agree.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3446026688803407122-1829503398059477951?l=rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/1829503398059477951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/1829503398059477951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/2008/06/good-post.html' title='good  post'/><author><name>Rona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SQGO-iqlx4I/AAAAAAAAANU/BVKN-EWUhuk/S220/119251361r119252951.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3446026688803407122.post-2820170974451711146</id><published>2008-06-16T07:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T07:56:40.697+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='off  to work'/><title type='text'>Just  another manic monday ...</title><content type='html'>Gotta  go to work today. So i have  to be back later and reminisce at  the end of the day the hustle and bustle this day  brings.Surely this is going to be a busy day for me. Out for now. Back later. See ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3446026688803407122-2820170974451711146?l=rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/2820170974451711146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/2820170974451711146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/2008/06/just-another-manic-monday.html' title='Just  another manic monday ...'/><author><name>Rona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SQGO-iqlx4I/AAAAAAAAANU/BVKN-EWUhuk/S220/119251361r119252951.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3446026688803407122.post-4799396766039257564</id><published>2008-06-14T23:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T22:23:28.414+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='greetings'/><title type='text'>Happy Father's  Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Father's Day to all Fathers in the world, most especially to my Tatay Ruben and Dad Ken, i love you both. To my tatay, thank you for bringing me up well and to daddy ken, i am so blessed to have you in this life, me and the kids love you dearly with all our heart. Be safe always. You're the greatest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3446026688803407122-4799396766039257564?l=rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/feeds/4799396766039257564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3446026688803407122&amp;postID=4799396766039257564&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/4799396766039257564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/4799396766039257564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='Happy Father&apos;s  Day!'/><author><name>Rona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SQGO-iqlx4I/AAAAAAAAANU/BVKN-EWUhuk/S220/119251361r119252951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3446026688803407122.post-3272726068731783000</id><published>2008-06-14T22:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T22:25:30.402+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just  reminiscing...'/><title type='text'>Looking  Back.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Nostalgic attacks always brought back my childhood years, I do quite have a happy childhood, and it's quite interesting. Growing up in different environment at almost every stages of my life has taken its toll on me when i reach secondary level.Having born in a place so far away from home and never seeing it until now, wow that is one my frustrations actually.Spending my preschool years in a quiet and scenic miramar subdivision in talisay, bacolod city where our little bungalow and tatay's big office compound stand amidts the long stretch of haciendas, surrounded by guava trees overlooking a river running through the beach will always be the most memorable and beautiful place my family has resided through the years.But sad to say, after many years my excitement was dampened upon passing there unexpectedly, to see that it was no longer the same paradise now as it used to be... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3446026688803407122-3272726068731783000?l=rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/feeds/3272726068731783000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3446026688803407122&amp;postID=3272726068731783000&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/3272726068731783000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/3272726068731783000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/2008/06/looking-back.html' title='Looking  Back.'/><author><name>Rona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SQGO-iqlx4I/AAAAAAAAANU/BVKN-EWUhuk/S220/119251361r119252951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3446026688803407122.post-7750541006266042972</id><published>2008-06-13T23:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T21:49:51.876+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>hello world!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hello!&lt;br /&gt;Welcome  to my  world.&lt;br /&gt;I am  not  a  professional  writer. I  like  blogging  because  I  am a  very  sentimental  person.I am soooo   into  romantic  films. I  would  like  to  think  that  reading,watching  dvds  and  hopefully  blogging  are  my  hobbies.I  am keeping  this  blog  because  through  it  I  see  the  other  side  of me,what  you  see  here  is  what  I  am.If  you  happen to  visit  my  blog, please  kindly  bear  with  me.This is me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3446026688803407122-7750541006266042972?l=rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/feeds/7750541006266042972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3446026688803407122&amp;postID=7750541006266042972&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/7750541006266042972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3446026688803407122/posts/default/7750541006266042972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rona-nostalgia.blogspot.com/2008/06/hello-world.html' title='hello world!'/><author><name>Rona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZix-YqvsSw/SQGO-iqlx4I/AAAAAAAAANU/BVKN-EWUhuk/S220/119251361r119252951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
