<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10473374</id><updated>2009-11-06T16:26:30.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wonder Woman</title><subtitle type='html'>I used to run around doing everything all at once(running an HR Department, diligent graduate student, coordinating weddings,a dutiful wife, a reliable daughter, sister &amp;amp; niece, always available friend) but I never knew all those roles summed up would never match MOTHERHOOD and I love love love it! Now I can slow down...ummm...only if I don&amp;#39;t need to chase my daughter.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dowadee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10473374/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dowadee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10473374/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>~dowadee~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00460694775882670453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>126</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10473374.post-5825143444655963747</id><published>2009-11-03T16:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T16:40:55.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Robbery &amp; Sale</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jrosswk5L_M/Su_sG7D3CdI/AAAAAAAAAJY/OwSSYK0KXkY/s1600-h/robbers.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 90px; height: 80px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jrosswk5L_M/Su_sG7D3CdI/AAAAAAAAAJY/OwSSYK0KXkY/s200/robbers.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399794081917766098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jrosswk5L_M/Su_sGlYgz3I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Ql-sJe4GZZw/s1600-h/SWCAnimatedChristmasTree.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 170px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jrosswk5L_M/Su_sGlYgz3I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Ql-sJe4GZZw/s200/SWCAnimatedChristmasTree.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399794076098809714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must be the height of Christmas season in the Philippines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left and right I am getting either stories about robbery or information about sale.  I remember that during this season I am so scared going to robbery prone areas and vigilant to the fact that they get more and more creative each year.  It's so terrible.  Having stayed here in Malaysia for 3 years now makes me long to go back to the Philippines with the comforts of home and friends but reading about these horror stories and knowing how close you can get in experiencing one is the main reason why we are still here and considering to move to New Zealand - ZERO crime rate.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh but the shopping at this time is so awesome!!!I also remember not spending too much on months before so I can splurge on shopping for Christmas. As kids, lolo used to give us a budget based on the people who we will buy gifts for.  Looking back I realize that was so nice of him to do that.  As a child you felt it was ordinary but if he &amp; lola could hear me now I now appreciate more what a great gift they give to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm getting sentimental coz we are not going home this year.  It's so costly to go back home especially on peak season. Maybe I would just start saving up for a Christmas trip next year so that like when I was a small girl Iaree can experience being surrounded with lots &amp; lots of gifts too coming from loved ones. But I do pray for my family and friends to stay safe during this season. I still can't believe how the demand for these bad people get high around this season. I mean are they doing this so that their own families have a great Christmas as well? Then it's totally missing the point. Even Jesus was born in a manger and did not have to be covered in expensive clothes and have a big spread of food before him. While I'm at it I will pray for these criminals enlightenment as well so that they do not affect of harm other people. Arrrgh. I really hope they stop this already. Aiyaa so worried lah! (hehe, I so speak with a Malaysian accent nowadays).  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jrosswk5L_M/Su_sGXpioHI/AAAAAAAAAJI/7qIjha6p_Jo/s1600-h/%245679C25026AF3D62.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jrosswk5L_M/Su_sGXpioHI/AAAAAAAAAJI/7qIjha6p_Jo/s200/%245679C25026AF3D62.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399794072412135538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10473374-5825143444655963747?l=dowadee.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dowadee.blogspot.com/feeds/5825143444655963747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10473374&amp;postID=5825143444655963747&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10473374/posts/default/5825143444655963747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10473374/posts/default/5825143444655963747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dowadee.blogspot.com/2009/11/robbery-sale.html' title='Robbery &amp; Sale'/><author><name>~dowadee~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00460694775882670453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14856388227438457580'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jrosswk5L_M/Su_sG7D3CdI/AAAAAAAAAJY/OwSSYK0KXkY/s72-c/robbers.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10473374.post-4550773723542699207</id><published>2009-09-14T14:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T14:43:46.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the upcoming 5th Year</title><content type='html'>We must admit that one thing we are jealous of other couples is that they still get to go out watch a movie, go on a date have a little alone time. Coz that doesn't seem to be in the vocabulary of my mom. If we do that she'll feel left out blah blah blah.  And I also asked Ryan if my mom would agree knowing how we are with our daughter we don't have the heart to leave her anyway so we also have an issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last movie we saw together was Transformers 2 and trust me I was the first in the exit door of the movie house. It was not a date at all. We used to have DVD nights at home but lately Iaree sleeps so late or she hostages one of us to sit with her in her playroom. Literally hostage or we'll get screamed at - "Daddy sit!" "Mommy sit!". If we are around there has to be at least one of us there with her. So nowadays to watch a movie that we like we watch separately too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we are in cost-saving mode we didn't want to spend on a lavish anniversary trip. Iaree would of course be FOC but my mom would be an extra expense, extra room, extra buffet breakfast...etc.  Ryan is thinking of getting me a diamond something and I was thinking of getting him a watch as he doesn't own one. Problem is he is not keen of wearing one either. We are out of options here I wanted it to be a special day. I know we wont be able to go somewhere and nowadays Ryan is such as KJ to pose for pictures so even if I just make a special dinner at home the day will pass to be such an ordinary one. I guess I just have to dream on in having a special celebration. =( Sulk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10473374-4550773723542699207?l=dowadee.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dowadee.blogspot.com/feeds/4550773723542699207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10473374&amp;postID=4550773723542699207&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10473374/posts/default/4550773723542699207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10473374/posts/default/4550773723542699207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dowadee.blogspot.com/2009/09/upcoming-5th-year.html' title='the upcoming 5th Year'/><author><name>~dowadee~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00460694775882670453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14856388227438457580'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10473374.post-1967976849220418449</id><published>2009-09-10T13:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T16:22:54.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Car-less days</title><content type='html'>It's so difficult to be car-less in Malaysia. Transport system is not so awesome especially in the place we live now. And taxi/bus fare is not as cheap anymore after the fare hike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different perspective we may be car-less but still thankful that Ryan is okay and harm-free. Really really worth thanking for especially when I saw our car's condition after the accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happened one very rainy day on his way to pick me up as usual he was driving on an inclined highway with a good distance from the car in front of him suddenly the car stopped and when he hit the brakes since the road was inclined and slippery - BANG!!! The Proton Saga that he hit was dent free unfortunately our Proton Wira was like a sardines can that easily got smashed. What more the heavy rain caused further damage to the engine which the insurance won't cover. Talk about mucho dinero!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last two weeks we both are enduring taking the bus and now that Ryan is getting the car back today he is actually considering of parking it instead at the bus terminal (cheap parking RM 1 = PHP 13 for the whole day) then taking the bus. Anyway I too am taking a bus since I work here in Cyberjaya now. Of course he's still thinking twice as he might only take 1 bus ride but waiting for the bus and the bus route takes an eternity to reach the destination. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the expenses we are thinking of going somewhere tomorrow or over the weekend to celebrate getting the car back. Hehehehe. We really missed it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10473374-1967976849220418449?l=dowadee.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dowadee.blogspot.com/feeds/1967976849220418449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10473374&amp;postID=1967976849220418449&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10473374/posts/default/1967976849220418449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10473374/posts/default/1967976849220418449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dowadee.blogspot.com/2009/09/car-less-days.html' title='Car-less days'/><author><name>~dowadee~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00460694775882670453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14856388227438457580'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10473374.post-6341067203335062867</id><published>2009-08-13T09:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T10:06:39.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My start date OVER THERE was made early!!!</title><content type='html'>Wag sabihan ng "easy lng or chill" ang tao na mainit ang ulo dahil inilipat sa work place na di nya gusto!Hmp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I would be over this and I have conditioned myself to start my new role back to the pitiful palce I called Cyber (no offense but I cant help it coz the transport system over there really sucks as in missing the bus makes 2 hrs diff in the time you get home and not to mention expensive!!!). However suddenly they changed the date and I would have to start earlier than expected. Now that I am so in a middle of a lot of this which I also expected to wrap up by their earlier committed date. Of course I want to leave my post with a good exit where I have finished if not possible all but at least 80-90% of my tasks. These past few weeks I have been building good rapport with the managers of the business units that I am in charge of. They are very easy to work with and considering their high posts they are actually very nice and have sense of humor. Likewise I have been friends with a lot of people here and got accepted quite well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Yesterday I slipped back to my "furious" mode and I am suddenly wondering how I can motivate myself and smile that I love to be there on my first day. I mean at the moment I know that &lt;b&gt;I need to&lt;/b&gt; but I hope that "need" would suffice to fuel me to work efficiently like I always do with all my previous company where I love what I do and I like the place I work at. Oh and again please dont tell me to take it "easy" as I am obviously not in that state of mind!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10473374-6341067203335062867?l=dowadee.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dowadee.blogspot.com/feeds/6341067203335062867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10473374&amp;postID=6341067203335062867&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10473374/posts/default/6341067203335062867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10473374/posts/default/6341067203335062867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dowadee.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-start-date-over-there-was-made-early.html' title='My start date OVER THERE was made early!!!'/><author><name>~dowadee~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00460694775882670453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14856388227438457580'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10473374.post-1299130914780741691</id><published>2009-08-10T10:42:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T09:31:00.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping crisis</title><content type='html'>What is it with women &amp; clothes shopping? Well shoe shopping or even BOTH for some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our landlord who is nice but stingy furnished the condo with a tiny wardrobe closet (for my standard) which means I barely left Ryan space to place his clothes. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jrosswk5L_M/SoDHImPU_dI/AAAAAAAAAIo/hbxjEB0tI3Y/s1600-h/clothes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 198px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jrosswk5L_M/SoDHImPU_dI/AAAAAAAAAIo/hbxjEB0tI3Y/s200/clothes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368509706343349714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm back to work and just came from shopping from our last trip to the Phils I am finally realizing that I have plenty of clothes. Because the only thing I have worn 2x - 3x are my slacks &amp; cardigans. That too I have only alternately worn after a week or two. I even include thanking God every night specifically for this blessing apart from our health, safety &amp; food that we eat. If we are not seriously saving - which we ALWAYS remind ourselves before and during the weekend - I'm sure I'd find it hard to resist the Malaysia Mega-Sale. Actually I had an early taste of it before we left for the Phils where I spent hundreds on Esprit &amp; Mango (in fairness to me it was really a big bargain). Hahaha. To think I didn't have a job back then.  But how come I feel I need a new skirt, blouse &amp; blazer. Arrrrghhh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think I have started this little girl's career a little too early?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jrosswk5L_M/SoDIh2xFCpI/AAAAAAAAAI4/lPA_aawK59I/s1600-h/P9280024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jrosswk5L_M/SoDIh2xFCpI/AAAAAAAAAI4/lPA_aawK59I/s200/P9280024.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368511239788235410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jrosswk5L_M/SoDIht7-CBI/AAAAAAAAAIw/SIrMPZJEYBM/s1600-h/gap+shopping.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 159px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jrosswk5L_M/SoDIht7-CBI/AAAAAAAAAIw/SIrMPZJEYBM/s200/gap+shopping.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368511237417994258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10473374-1299130914780741691?l=dowadee.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dowadee.blogspot.com/feeds/1299130914780741691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10473374&amp;postID=1299130914780741691&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10473374/posts/default/1299130914780741691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10473374/posts/default/1299130914780741691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dowadee.blogspot.com/2009/08/shopping-crisis.html' title='Shopping crisis'/><author><name>~dowadee~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00460694775882670453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14856388227438457580'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jrosswk5L_M/SoDHImPU_dI/AAAAAAAAAIo/hbxjEB0tI3Y/s72-c/clothes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10473374.post-8492419533449399491</id><published>2009-08-05T13:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T13:40:56.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you Mommy!</title><content type='html'>I've been waiting for the moment my darling girl can utter the words I love you. Since she was about 18 months she can associate "I love you" with Barney's popular I love you song. She hugs us when the song is sung and even gives us a kiss.  Recently she had been singing it with her own words - "A la lu". Since I sing it to her following the Barney I love you tune - I love you baby iaree. She surprised us weeks ago by singing it exactly as "A la lu Baby Yayee" hahaha. That was the same time we were sure she was referring to herself when asked what her name was. She calls herself Yayee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jrosswk5L_M/SnkaksM_SZI/AAAAAAAAAIA/3XqgcYyrQ64/s1600-h/P7040013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jrosswk5L_M/SnkaksM_SZI/AAAAAAAAAIA/3XqgcYyrQ64/s200/P7040013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366349648631908754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I've been getting her to sing A la lu mommy instead and when she did Ryan tickled her prompting her to sing A la lu daddy too. Being the cheeky (and alaskador) baby she is (like her dad) she kept on singing "A la lu mommy" on and on to tease daddy more.  Then daddy realized she was singing A la lu mommy to spite him so he stopped tickling her and promised to tickle her if she says a la lu daddy. We called her on the phone the other day which we never missed since I went back to work and again she was singing to us a la lu mommy mommy. It was hilarious, she was laughing on the other line, I was laughing and daddy was getting angry. Hahaha!She was even saying I love you to Dora which she pronouce as - dowa so it was like she was saying I love you to mommy again. Hahaha. "A la lu dowa dowa".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night daddy's reverse tactics of tickling her finally worked after a few days of torture when she prefers singing A lu lu mommy mommy. Daddy finally enjoyed a lot of "a la lu daddy daddy".&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jrosswk5L_M/SnkaqswfTlI/AAAAAAAAAII/pNv1Vk9BIqk/s1600-h/P7040029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jrosswk5L_M/SnkaqswfTlI/AAAAAAAAAII/pNv1Vk9BIqk/s200/P7040029.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366349751860022866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10473374-8492419533449399491?l=dowadee.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dowadee.blogspot.com/feeds/8492419533449399491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10473374&amp;postID=8492419533449399491&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10473374/posts/default/8492419533449399491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10473374/posts/default/8492419533449399491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dowadee.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-love-you-mommy.html' title='I love you Mommy!'/><author><name>~dowadee~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00460694775882670453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14856388227438457580'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jrosswk5L_M/SnkaksM_SZI/AAAAAAAAAIA/3XqgcYyrQ64/s72-c/P7040013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10473374.post-3814830503719101618</id><published>2009-07-31T13:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T17:10:21.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All things are temporary...especially my job!</title><content type='html'>Though I was unable to share the past events on how we decided it was best for me to be a stay-at-home mom, those who were close to me knew why I was doing it. It wasn't easy and I wasn't fully supported even by my close friends and relatives. They felt it was such a waste that a straight-A student like me, almost completed her masters, who is very driven and ambitious would simply give up her career (to think they didn't know at that time that I was being offered an Asst. Manager position). We were so decided that even the begging of my boss (who not only had lenghty discussions with me but also sat down with my husband to make me stay even a few months longer) made me even extend my notice. What was hard to explain was since I had Iaree all our priorities shifted to her and what would be best for her. I felt that doing it for her I was doing it for myself too. It came to a point that this was not a matter of multitasking anymore (which I used to pride myself of doing). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a tough start, my mom went back at that time and financially it was such a bad timing for my side of the family. My father who was in the Phils for the Christmas break went back to work to find out his company shut down. We were all unemployed, me, my father, my mother &amp; my prodigal brother who after 6 years is still in college and not even close to finishing it. This was followed by a series of unfortunate events which included my sister-in-law's retrenchment (she along with my husband supports their family) and the decision of my husband's client to drop him as their IT Consultant.  Adjustment to the new role also took a few weeks for me. Iaree was more clingy and pampered by me when it's nap time. I carry her while asleep and if she sleeps 11AM I would surely miss my lunch. Motherhood it seems was more than a 12 hour job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually though mama found some temporary jobs and at least they have some sort of income. My sister in law manage to land a job too after almost a two month search.Although my brother who we asked to look for job too doesn't seem to understand the weight of our situation.  I also got a hang of things at home and was actually enjoying it - finally! Ryan was very helpful around the house. Even after a long day from work he would help me clean up in the kitchen or take care of Iaree and let me do things. I knew I was doing ok when I manage to prepare regular meals, do a little housekeeping and still have time to play with Iaree. It was fun! And it was so amazing to see Iaree learn so many stuffs, I really got to watch her bloom. I was also enjoying taking naps with Iaree, a luxury working people cannot afford. If I am not sleeping I watch 2-3 episodes of my DVD series collection that I had to put off when I used to work. I completed Sex in the City and was halfway through Ally Mc Beal with Heroes, Brother's &amp; Sister's and other movies on the side. Plus all Dan Brown books and more. I was having a blast for what most people warned me might be a boring role.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few months later an opportunity came to me. In the midst of retrenchment, pay-cut, no salary increments and difficulties of getting a job,  a Filipino acquaintance who got relocated in Malaysia offered me a job straight away with a good salary and a chance to upgrade our lifestyle as this would require us to relocate to a better place just a few minutes away from the convenience of hypermarts &amp; malls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the decision to stop working was made over a long period of time it was not an easy feat for us to decide on going back. Arguments, serious deliberation, happy anticipation, fear enumeration all the usual fuss we tried to squeeze in a short span of time as the company didn't give me that long to decide to accept it or not. When we finally agreed to give it a shot against our previous conviction that it was best for me to stay at home for the time being and even if that time mama found a more permanent job &amp; papa set up a small home business. It took like forever for them to process my employment permit but I was finally back to work after 6 mos of role change. It was so heartbreaking to part from my darling girl and after almost a month I'm still not over it. It was just a consolation though that this company is not as demanding and I am only 5-10 mins away from home. So I still get to play with Iaree in the playground or take her out to swim. Plus I cook dinner and even clean our room. Again we needed mama to help us out with Iaree coz they we such in a hurry before that we didn't have the time to process or even look for a yaya.  (Nobody really expected the hitches in the work permit). It's all well isn't it? Brand new home in a place we so so love!!!Very very convenient to my workplace and though it's farther for Ryan, his petrol is cheaper because he passes via highway that is not too inclined as compared to where we previously live (read: full tank now lasts 10-14 days as compared to 5-7 days before). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a perfect picture...ONLY FOR A WEEK because the next week after I started work I was told that my post had to be dissolve due to wrong calculation on the load of work hence my team's headcount was exceeded. Ang saya di ba?! Literal na di pa umiinit ang pwet ko sa upuan ko.  I was so mad and frustrated to a point gusto ko sapakin ung taong nagbigay sa akin ng work. Hehe good thing he was a nice person and he already had an alternative. He was offering me a non-recruitment job in my previous work location (which I totally hated and take note the location was one major factor in my decision to quit). Great right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jrosswk5L_M/SnvAquh8pfI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/fQp28E1ic1k/s1600-h/working-mom.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 158px; height: 170px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jrosswk5L_M/SnvAquh8pfI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/fQp28E1ic1k/s200/working-mom.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367095221219534322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We resorted again to deliberation time, well it wasn't much of a deliberation because as Ryan puts it - you are getting  janitorial job with a supervisory pay, I'd just have to endure that long travel again. I have to set aside any career progression with this type of job. If we didn't spend for our house transfer, mama's visa &amp; flight tickets we would consider me quitting instead. But I wasn't really left in the dark right and I came to realize that sometimes God has plans we don't understand at the moment. SLOWLY (yes slowly as the operative word here as I kept on lamenting about this to everybody when I was so so down) I saw the advantage of this unexpected and unwelcomed change. I may work far and travel long hours again but at least my work will not be as demanding. They even hinted that once I get the hang of my new role I can ask permission to work on our branch near our condo (where I am at the moment) or even work from home.  With Iaree as my priority that could actually work. Let's see. It's just a year of contract anyway and despite what they say not counting eggs before they hatch we actually have. So a little sacrifice from me could do our family good. Anyway I have a very supportive husband, adorable daughter &amp; helpful mother so I know I can pull this off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10473374-3814830503719101618?l=dowadee.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dowadee.blogspot.com/feeds/3814830503719101618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10473374&amp;postID=3814830503719101618&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10473374/posts/default/3814830503719101618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10473374/posts/default/3814830503719101618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dowadee.blogspot.com/2009/07/all-things-are-temporaryespecially-my.html' title='All things are temporary...especially my job!'/><author><name>~dowadee~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00460694775882670453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14856388227438457580'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jrosswk5L_M/SnvAquh8pfI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/fQp28E1ic1k/s72-c/working-mom.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10473374.post-6221312998582639941</id><published>2009-07-06T17:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T15:56:53.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 2nd birthday Celebration in Pinas</title><content type='html'>It's not wise for us to go home as often as before so we wanted to make this trip a memorable one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made a last minute decision to throw a quick &amp; simple Jollibee party for Iaree even if we decided against it in the first place (back in Feb when we bought our plane tickets) being considerate of the economic crisis that struck both our families directly. All along it was supposed to be a simple dinner with both of our families and that's it. When we were listing our menu and guest we realized that the expenses is so close to our original Jollibee party budget so a month before we left we reverted to our first plan of Jollibee party. We also thank God for the blessings we have received and we foresee that our families will be stable again soon so a party will not be so inappropriate after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it was a last minute thing, all the Jollibee's near Makati was either booked or the timing was off (it was Iaree's sleeping time) and although Iaree had no idea who Jollibee is, the food there is something we look forward to since McDonald's and other fastfoods are available here in Malaysia. Meanwhile, in Pampanga we learned from my sis-in-law's that since McDonald's in their town closed they only allowed party in Jollibee every weekends and only during Iaree's sleeping time. Yes, we wanted to give Iaree 2 Jollibee parties (at my hometown - Makati &amp; at Ryan's - Guagua) .. Hehehe we're not addicts nor fans of Jollibee but as I've said it was the easiest fastest and economical choice for a children's party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End product - a simple close family "grilled all-Filipino dishes" at Pampanga and a Jollibee party in Ortigas Roosevelt. The result? We had a blast and most importantly Iaree really really had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Pampanga: After she warmed up with her cousins she had a great time playing with them. Not to mention it was the first time she saw a live chicken so even with the chicken she was so ecstatic. She was screaming, running and forgetting mommy &amp; daddy. She bonded well with her cousins and enjoyed herself very much that Ryan and I was so happy despite not being able to throw a Jollibee or a grander party than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jrosswk5L_M/Snvwsah9unI/AAAAAAAAAIY/sHaQPgBRvf8/s1600-h/pampanga-2nd-bday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jrosswk5L_M/Snvwsah9unI/AAAAAAAAAIY/sHaQPgBRvf8/s400/pampanga-2nd-bday.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367148026768767602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Manila: She bonded well with Jollibee. Her first orientation of Jollibee was through pictures I downloaded and when she saw Jollibee on the first day we arrived she was shouting and pointing at a Jollibee restaurant. Saying "Jaalbeee Jaalbee! Hi Jalbee!Hiiii!" Ryan and I was so surprised. Even when we went shopping at Glorietta and ate at the food court she kept on waving at Jollibee saying hi and goodbye to Jollibee. Okay close sila sabi namin.Hahaha.And at least during her party Jollibee will not be something foreign to her meaning she wont be that scared. Leaving us with our worry that she will shy away from our guest who most of them she have not met and that she has limited food option since she doesn't eat spaghetti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come party time, all our worries vanished. She ate the spaghetti, chicken &amp; ice cream (of course) plus after the party she requested for french fries. Best of all, she did not shy away from people that much and she even joined on one of the games. With our encouragement she kisses people and if they are lucky they can carry her. She looooovvvvvvveeeeeed Jollibee (of course with my instructions that Jollibee shouldn't move too much - knowing how Iaree is with dogs, she loves touching them but when they start moving she runs back to us, several times tuloy parang na-stroke na si Jollibee for not moving when Iaree is near-hahahaha). Ryan and I found ourselves enjoying a lot too. No erase that...my entire family enjoyed the party and seeing Iaree that happy Ryan &amp; I was so so elated. We both wonder if elated is a word enough to describe what we felt that day. To sum it up it was simply a huge success. Reasonable expenses, a little career mode for me coz I personalized the loot bag with my imaginary theme (ABC's) and I labored over photoshop for her e-invites; 95% guests turn out  (as usual si Remelu &amp; family indianera and si Leira daw na nalimutan ang date hmmm); nice party pictures - no hired photographer needed (thanks to my cousin Tats, but friends who had digicam that day please send me din your shots) and acceptable video coverage (non shaky video) courtesy of my brother (thanks din kapatid!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jrosswk5L_M/Snvws7_2XrI/AAAAAAAAAIg/i6TnYvxUNZ8/s1600-h/jollibee-party-copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jrosswk5L_M/Snvws7_2XrI/AAAAAAAAAIg/i6TnYvxUNZ8/s400/jollibee-party-copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367148035752484530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High pa din kaming lahat ngayon even if house quarantine mode kami. As expected Jollibee's dance number is on the loop of our video since we arrived last night. Ryan even said a while ago come on let's plan Iaree's 3rd birthday in Jollibee again. Hahahaha! This time we're undeniably a certified fan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10473374-6221312998582639941?l=dowadee.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dowadee.blogspot.com/feeds/6221312998582639941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10473374&amp;postID=6221312998582639941&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10473374/posts/default/6221312998582639941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10473374/posts/default/6221312998582639941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dowadee.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-not-wise-for-us-to-go-home-as-often.html' title='The 2nd birthday Celebration in Pinas'/><author><name>~dowadee~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00460694775882670453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14856388227438457580'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jrosswk5L_M/Snvwsah9unI/AAAAAAAAAIY/sHaQPgBRvf8/s72-c/pampanga-2nd-bday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10473374.post-1714803974809321797</id><published>2009-06-11T10:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T10:26:09.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An almost midnight snack</title><content type='html'>At 10:00 PM our house was still full of energy last night. Then Ryan called in to inform us he's on his way home from night out with his colleagues. So we thought it will be great time for a drive through at McDonald's and as a result we have one satisfied little (almost) midnight snacker...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jrosswk5L_M/SjBpSn1pzSI/AAAAAAAAAH4/szimXOKR6HU/s1600-h/frenchfries.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 143px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jrosswk5L_M/SjBpSn1pzSI/AAAAAAAAAH4/szimXOKR6HU/s200/frenchfries.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345888526341360930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10473374-1714803974809321797?l=dowadee.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dowadee.blogspot.com/feeds/1714803974809321797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10473374&amp;postID=1714803974809321797&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10473374/posts/default/1714803974809321797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10473374/posts/default/1714803974809321797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dowadee.blogspot.com/2009/06/almost-midnight-snack.html' title='An almost midnight snack'/><author><name>~dowadee~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00460694775882670453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14856388227438457580'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jrosswk5L_M/SjBpSn1pzSI/AAAAAAAAAH4/szimXOKR6HU/s72-c/frenchfries.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10473374.post-6866791927691039583</id><published>2009-05-25T12:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T11:16:44.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Iaree tidbits</title><content type='html'>&lt;li type="disc"&gt;Iaree is so addicted to swimming. I think I need to buy more bathing suits for her because she swims everyday.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li type="disc"&gt;At 19 months she can sing the alphabet up ABC only but now at 22 mos, she can sing up to J, and some other letters - MNOP, S, V, X, Z---including calling Barney at the end of the song. Hahaha!But she has variations like calling daddy or mommy too&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li type="disc"&gt;I have no idea how long she has known this but one night I started counting and she counted ahead of me up to 10 except for 7 &amp; 9 but it was also in the right sequence&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li type="disc"&gt;When asked what her name is she would either reply - baby or iya!She started calling herself IYA when she tells who owns the toothbrush hanging by our lavatory she starts with daddy, mommy then Iya!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li type="disc"&gt;She is fond of viewing her pictures or videos nonstop&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li type="disc"&gt;For like a two months or so she was so hooked on watching Barney, Barbie the Island Princess &amp; Barbie Swan Lake. Nothing else. Paulit ulit ulit. Now She grew tired of it and is into reading books.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li type="disc"&gt;When she finishes reading a book she would say "innn the". She reversed "the end" on purpose because I laughed the first time I heard it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li type="disc"&gt;She loves writing and to date she has written in our LCD TV twice, play room wall thrice, floor I lost count you pretty much get the idea&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li type="disc"&gt;If before it was such a chore to feed her I noticed now that there are just selected days when she refuses too and it's when a tooth is coming out. Otherwise she's like a fish monster...finishes the fish we give her before we can finish checking the bone of the next. I have no difficulty feeding her veggies too except that there would be days that she won't eat what she was enjoying only last week...when it comes to veggies she's a moody eater.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li type="disc"&gt;When we go to the outdoor playground she usually brings something to push either her baby doll stroller or grocery cart. However, due to her anxiety on strangers esp with the guards here who waves and smiles at her everytime we run into one she'll either freeze, ask to be carried or walk bowed down eyeing the guard in the corner of her eye. So funny and cute when you actually see it..hahaha&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li type="disc"&gt;If she doesn't want you to carry her or if you are giving her something she doesn't want she would say "push" "push" even if she actually doesn't push you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li type="disc"&gt;When I put her to sleep and she's being stubborn I will tell her to close her eyes. She will but she will also check if I'm looking and if I am she will push my head away.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never managed to finish this as I started writing it a few months back but I was browsing babycenter and even if I am not too keen in comparing Iaree's milestones in a chart it seems that there are some stuff that she can't do yet but some stuff that she's doing way ahead of schedule. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.babycenter.com/0_milestone-chart-25-to-30-months_1496593.bc?intcmp=Nav_Global_MyBC_Readmore&amp;pn=Account%20details"&gt;Milestone Chart for Iaree's age group&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I thought of posting this even if it's incomplete as I am hoping to post an updated 2 yr old Iaree tidbits. It has a lot a changes surprisingling in just 2-3 months!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10473374-6866791927691039583?l=dowadee.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dowadee.blogspot.com/feeds/6866791927691039583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10473374&amp;postID=6866791927691039583&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10473374/posts/default/6866791927691039583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10473374/posts/default/6866791927691039583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dowadee.blogspot.com/2009/05/baby-iaree-tidbits.html' title='Baby Iaree tidbits'/><author><name>~dowadee~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00460694775882670453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14856388227438457580'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10473374.post-6823559290472914275</id><published>2009-05-14T14:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T15:07:32.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost Done</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jrosswk5L_M/SgvBOcaXqyI/AAAAAAAAAHo/O8q1FuBXI_0/s1600-h/P4240237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jrosswk5L_M/SgvBOcaXqyI/AAAAAAAAAHo/O8q1FuBXI_0/s200/P4240237.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335570637439609634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving in is so exciting...even the unpacking part. Its even better while I'm a stay at home mom coz I have time to put everyting in order and stuffs have its own place. Although I love our new condo my only two complaints are:&lt;br /&gt;1. Its so new all the other tenants are having their units renovated = noisy all day!well i got used to it though as long as my darling baby can still fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;2. The wardrobe closet the owner provided is just enough for my clothes. Lucky for Ryan he only have a few so I managed to squueze it in somehow. Which reminds me I need to buy another one of those plastic drawer (the cheap ones so I wont feel bad disposing it once we leave MY for good). For my bags &amp; other accessories that I haven't kept yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the rest I can only sing praises!Iaree loves her own playroom where we set up her bookshelf filled with Disney &amp; Barney books she can easily reach &amp; manage anytime (she spends a lot of time here). I simply love our room!With an awesome view of the city a little to the right are mountains, its so relaxing and in time I will set up a small nook with carpet &amp; cushions next to the window. Its such a comfort knowing the malls are a stone throw away.We love love love the podium. Its the floor that holds the condo's poolsssss(4 adult pool-2 infinity/aquarium type, 2 with jacuzzi),(2 kiddie pool - 1 with hanging hearts, flower, star on the shower head &amp; 1 with a slide); club house, bbq areas, lounging areas (which makes us feel we are on a vacation spot), tennis court, badminton court &amp; 2 playgrounds.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jrosswk5L_M/SgvB-pi0oLI/AAAAAAAAAHw/3TKierUs_Z0/s1600-h/P5010278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jrosswk5L_M/SgvB-pi0oLI/AAAAAAAAAHw/3TKierUs_Z0/s200/P5010278.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335571465598443698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are sewing our own curtains as ready made curtains are so expensive.whew...and we still dont have our sofa set. We are waiting for Ryan's local credit card...hehehe. Hopefully by June we are completely settled and maybe maybe we can have a simple housewarming if i did not max out our budget buying cabinets &amp; wardrobe...hehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10473374-6823559290472914275?l=dowadee.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dowadee.blogspot.com/feeds/6823559290472914275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10473374&amp;postID=6823559290472914275&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10473374/posts/default/6823559290472914275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10473374/posts/default/6823559290472914275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dowadee.blogspot.com/2009/05/moving-in-is-so-exciting.html' title='Almost Done'/><author><name>~dowadee~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00460694775882670453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14856388227438457580'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jrosswk5L_M/SgvBOcaXqyI/AAAAAAAAAHo/O8q1FuBXI_0/s72-c/P4240237.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10473374.post-3929262287187872705</id><published>2009-04-20T12:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T12:53:13.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy's first crocs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jrosswk5L_M/Sev-AML8rQI/AAAAAAAAAHY/gMqAchjXccU/s1600-h/crocs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jrosswk5L_M/Sev-AML8rQI/AAAAAAAAAHY/gMqAchjXccU/s400/crocs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326630263520537858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy often wonder what I love about my crocs from the first day they bought me one and I don't complain nor remove it at home or when at the mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after several months she finally got one, not to mention her size is often out of stock. Congratulations to mommy! Now she can experience the comfort of walking around with crocs like I do. While daddy bought mom her first crocs I now have a total of 4 crocs!Of course dad can't help but buy me 2 more pairs for my collection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, dad I think I can borrow your shoes as well..I can walk around in it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jrosswk5L_M/Sev_lBmRC8I/AAAAAAAAAHg/Senl-GMHl_M/s1600-h/shoes+ni+dad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jrosswk5L_M/Sev_lBmRC8I/AAAAAAAAAHg/Senl-GMHl_M/s320/shoes+ni+dad.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326631995844922306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10473374-3929262287187872705?l=dowadee.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dowadee.blogspot.com/feeds/3929262287187872705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10473374&amp;postID=3929262287187872705&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10473374/posts/default/3929262287187872705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10473374/posts/default/3929262287187872705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dowadee.blogspot.com/2009/04/mommys-first-crocs.html' title='Mommy&apos;s first crocs'/><author><name>~dowadee~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00460694775882670453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14856388227438457580'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jrosswk5L_M/Sev-AML8rQI/AAAAAAAAAHY/gMqAchjXccU/s72-c/crocs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10473374.post-8257832592903987257</id><published>2009-04-13T12:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T12:58:45.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost in cyberspace</title><content type='html'>With all the social network available one would always feel so connected right? Then why is it so stressful to manage everything?!!Whew...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friendster account was a very very old one, my first ever but I am not active in using it as uploading pictures are so difficult (you have to resize it and it's so slow) I did not even know I had dozens of birthday greetings there and it's already April. However I like keeping it because most of my classmates (college &amp; highschool) and some relatives communicate with me there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog not exactly a networking site but given a chance I'd want to improve this because this is where I express myself more. In words at least but I have no idea who reads this unless when my friends (who I had no idea reads this) would mention to me that I don't update this anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Multiply is my favorite unfortunately my active ex-colleagues(Phils &amp; Malaysia) are in facebook. Each site, different audience it feels like a different me and obviously taking care of an active 21-month old baby I don't have the luxury to post in each site. Although facebook does look fun I am so comfortable with multiply and I have so many posts there already I feel that it represents me more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaayy...welcome to my cyberlife.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10473374-8257832592903987257?l=dowadee.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dowadee.blogspot.com/feeds/8257832592903987257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10473374&amp;postID=8257832592903987257&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10473374/posts/default/8257832592903987257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10473374/posts/default/8257832592903987257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dowadee.blogspot.com/2009/04/lost-in-cyberspace.html' title='Lost in cyberspace'/><author><name>~dowadee~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00460694775882670453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14856388227438457580'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10473374.post-4635860533243415692</id><published>2009-04-03T15:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T14:12:07.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Queen of misfortune</title><content type='html'>After the incident this morning I knew I am a nominee for bad mommy of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flashback 4 hours ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked up the plastics for garbage recycling as I am tidying up our place because our house owner is so desperate to get a replacement for us when we move end of the month that she has arranged a viewing tonight.As Iaree was in front of the laptop watching her self videos (she loves this a lot), I made a quick dash to the garbage bin just two steps from our door. I turned my back placed the garbage in and closed it then as I was about to reach for the door SLAM! Iaree has closed it and even doubled locked the door. Sadly she only knows how to lock because we did not teach her how to unlock. In the first place we never taught her how to lock it. A pretty girl all dressed up going down the stairs saw me and smiled at me. I smiled back and told her my baby is locked inside the house. I asked to borrow her phone to call the admin for help. Minutes passed and the girl also waiting for help to arrive asked me if they have. But they haven't and I try to calm my already panicking guts. Iaree called me once and was telling a lot of things. The tone of  her voice told me it was more of a "mom why did you not take me with you if you are going out there" than a "mom you left me alone I'm scared". No crying at all which can be good or bad but admin has no excuse to stall. The nice lady still waiting offered to lend me their ladder altough she cannot say it in English. Guessing game kme. All dress up in her mini metallic dress with matching glittery handbag (big version) She went to her unit and brought the ladder down. I can go with her to get it however I do not want to leave Iaree in case she cries or anything so I stood within earshot or our unit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ladder was short it didn't reach the second floor so little miss nice girl went back up to their unit carrying the ladder. Pity the girl really but I was too distraught by now. Luckily I saw the cleaning lady of our building and I asked if she speaks English. She told me she can a bit and I quickly complained to her the lack of response of admin about my predicament. She was prompt and in less than a minute she was with a guard and in a motorbike along come with them the admin person. At this point Iaree was not responding to my call but through the small space under the door I saw her two small legs by the sofa tinkering on something so at least she was fine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the small group arguing in Malay which I understood a bit has agreed to bring me a big ladder. Security guard, cleaning lady was on my side. I let the nice girl, who told me she was not Malay (I asked her to talk to them in Malay when the help came) but apparently she was Thai, I asked her I'll be fine as I was so so guilty that she's running late for her appointment. Without hesitation I climbed the rather unstable looking ladder in a hurry to get to my baby. 15 long minutes had passed! As dramatic as it sounds I came to her and hugged her immediately, unfazed and wondering what's wrong with mommy she just stared at me then continued removing all the contents of my wallet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I put her to sleep I started preparing dinner (Beef Nilaga) which is basically just broth. Well I have cooked the dish a hundred times but this time I burned it. Yea!Swimming in broth yet I burned the beef. Not only am I a bad mom but a bad wife as well. Hmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today just doesn't seem to be my day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10473374-4635860533243415692?l=dowadee.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dowadee.blogspot.com/feeds/4635860533243415692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10473374&amp;postID=4635860533243415692&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10473374/posts/default/4635860533243415692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10473374/posts/default/4635860533243415692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dowadee.blogspot.com/2009/04/queen-of-misfortune.html' title='Queen of misfortune'/><author><name>~dowadee~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00460694775882670453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14856388227438457580'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10473374.post-2694675466216721664</id><published>2009-04-02T09:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T11:13:12.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Social skills of babies</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Hah!It's 9:50 AM and she's still sleeping!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay fast before she wakes....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A child in Asia is so blessed with extended families and friendly neighbors who would be more or less your age(child &amp; parent alike). I am sure I will not be worrying about Iaree's social skills if we lived in the Philippines but I'm pretty sure I'd be worried about something else such as security &amp; pollution. We just noticed that since she only gets to interact with mommy &amp; daddy and also lola before she is very very anxious with strangers. Especially with men. This anxiety is acceptable since this is a good defence mechanism of babies like her from strangers. However her aloofness extends even to kids except for babies younger than her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This brought us to consider putting her in a play school. We scouted around Bangsar area but considering the schedule and my lack of driving skills we totally dropped the idea. I tried this small school inside Pantai Hillpark Phase 2 and the owner Ms. Nadia was kind enough to let her try it first for free because she's the youngest baby there and they obviously dont have a special group for her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed that it's pretty structured and although not that traditional(that's what they claimed) the school  does not incorporate the play and learn environment that is more ideal for young children. Iaree had a blast the first day my mistake the second day was I left her too soon I should've left her after say a month or 5-7 meetings. So she was so anxious when I came in to get her. The following meetings ( I take her 2x a week), she would never leave my side ever. I know it was my fault but I noticed that on the other meetings it wasn't that much play anymore so Iaree even if she would try to leave my side gets uninterested in of course writing alphabet in the workbook and coloring. Not to mention they got at ease having me around that they dont mind scolding the kids for not finishing the food or not working...I am no expert but that's not how you make children their age do things. There was only one teacher there who was engaging and patient enough to really go along with her interest. Unfortunately she is the dedicated teacher of the bigger kids (5-6). After 3 more meetings and I think even the toddler's teachers were also noticing its not working (they had 10+ more students ages 2.5-4. The owner left it to me to decide if we will continue and never charged us. Dapat lng naman dahil di naman sila ngextend ng effort ke Iaree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So put on hold muna her socialization activities and we'll plan it out we move to our new place and Iaree will be 2 y.old and more independent. For now...we all love Jungle Gym in Bangsar and we'll surely miss going there weekly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jrosswk5L_M/SdQs2jYoq-I/AAAAAAAAAHM/LevIN43G2j8/s1600-h/jungle+gym.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jrosswk5L_M/SdQs2jYoq-I/AAAAAAAAAHM/LevIN43G2j8/s320/jungle+gym.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319926375554526178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10473374-2694675466216721664?l=dowadee.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dowadee.blogspot.com/feeds/2694675466216721664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10473374&amp;postID=2694675466216721664&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10473374/posts/default/2694675466216721664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10473374/posts/default/2694675466216721664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dowadee.blogspot.com/2009/04/social-skills-of-babies.html' title='Social skills of babies'/><author><name>~dowadee~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00460694775882670453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14856388227438457580'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jrosswk5L_M/SdQs2jYoq-I/AAAAAAAAAHM/LevIN43G2j8/s72-c/jungle+gym.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10473374.post-4776318556768313776</id><published>2009-03-19T13:11:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T18:11:32.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's up?</title><content type='html'>Here I am and I thought as a stay-at-home-mom I have the luxury to blog more often. I was obviously mistaken. I was not mistaken though that it will be tough at first and boy was is really tough not only for me but also for Ryan. Our baby 18 mos old (Jan) started having tantrums before sleeping. As in if it's sleeping time she throws tantrums despite her droopy sleepy eyes. She just wants to stay awake and play or do something like ransack my drawers. We tried everything pretended to sleep, turned off the lights, fed her well, gave her a sleep routine nothing worked. There was even one time that Ryan and I both fell asleep for a few minutes when I opened my eyes there she was playing still. We took her to a developmental pedia not that she can do anything with it but I was hoping that she has a broader understanding in a child's development to no avail her advice was as useless as the other things we have tried. Well ok somehow talking to her made us pinpoint that the baby is sabik to play with daddy. Hence she wants to extend the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was more frustrating for me because I thought I was equipped with children's development studying it for my masters. Apparently with a wailing child and lack of sleep you simply can't put theories into practice. What finally worked was Ryan would stay out until she falls asleep. This worked for two weeks and now even if she still sleeps late 11 PM or 12 AM she manages to sleep with Ryan around. Coz poor Ryan had been forgotten several times waiting for me to call him or text him when both Iaree and I are already faraway in dreamland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that and until now full time motherhood and housewife is so much fun. It simply meant I have to have a routine or at least a flexible one to accommodate sleep hour changes of Iaree. I have to cook food 1-2 days before so I have something prepared if Iaree is being difficult (defined as: won't leave mommy's side or asks to be carried). Another bad habit we missed correcting and now I understand the consequences was she got used to be carried to sleep. Hence while she takes her nap at noon I am carrying her. Leaving me free to only watch my Sex and the City episodes in the laptop. Once in a while with my free hand I chat with friends and family to keep in touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel guilty about this but her addiction to Barney &amp; Barbie gives me a few hours to do other chores or sometimes cook and take a bath. Generally she behaves very well. As long as I give her undivided play time if she got engrossed mommy can cook or pick up the mess in the house. Aside from the mess and the unfolded wash clothes I have everything under control. Now I understand how rewarding it is to spend time with your baby. Iaree baby is so sweet - she asks for hugs all the time, sings the alphabet A-G and LMNOP. And she recognizes the letters already as we have alphabet ref magnets. Gone was the 17 month old baby so difficult to feed. She was such a hearty eater now. At 20 mos she has built up a lot of vocabulary and so many action songs. I love every minute of it!Something I know I will miss very soon. Thanks to my wonderful husband who made me feel I am not alone with the household chores or taking care of the baby and especially for making it possible to be Stay At Home Mom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10473374-4776318556768313776?l=dowadee.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dowadee.blogspot.com/feeds/4776318556768313776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10473374&amp;postID=4776318556768313776&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10473374/posts/default/4776318556768313776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10473374/posts/default/4776318556768313776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dowadee.blogspot.com/2009/03/whats-up.html' title='What&apos;s up?'/><author><name>~dowadee~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00460694775882670453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14856388227438457580'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10473374.post-7883696676415359847</id><published>2009-02-26T10:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T12:55:03.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The elusive case of happiness</title><content type='html'>I am aware of my 2 month absence here and instead of telling you previous accounts as to what happened in between I thought I would share something more delightful to ponder about while my baby is sleeping in my arms literally(yes I'm typing with pne hand) and I cross my fingers I finish this entry before she wakes up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in DLSU I took this subject in my master's degree that talks about happiness. I'm sure I have a few entries about that in the past. Given that psychology always deals with the negative aspects in life...disorders,dysfunctions what is faulty blah blah blah. It's refereshing to know that a team of experts are giving light to what they call the Psychology of Happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized that while chatting with a friend about her marital woes and that statement - im swallowing everything coz' I have to; really really bugged me because she's a dear dear friend and it's sad to hear that from her. While I watch my other friends dissolve marriage around me and with my fair share of quarrels and dealing with my other half. It makes me think when do we actually give up on ourselves, to what extent do we give up our own happiness?  I told my friend that she always have a choice and as I was thinking to tell her I want her to be happy I thought scrap that idea!!We all either give in too much to our worries or we try too hard to find happiness that there are days we dont know what happiness is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it staying in an emotionally abusive marriage? Is it leaving your philandering husband at the expense of losing communication with your children? Is it closing your eyes to your wife's infidelity and grab the first chance you get to do the same?&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess I'll never know the answer and I pray to God I wont have to ask the question. This is neither a lecture about marriage nor am I in a position to judge anyone. It's just that we look too hard to look for it but actually it's not a black and white thing and what makes one happy doesn't make the other one so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of the conversation with my friend I just wished her lesser unhappy days and told her I'll be here for her on those days. Coz staying happy and being happy will be there but for days that are so dismal, gloomy and unavoidably unhappy you'd be grateful to have a good friend around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10473374-7883696676415359847?l=dowadee.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dowadee.blogspot.com/feeds/7883696676415359847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10473374&amp;postID=7883696676415359847&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10473374/posts/default/7883696676415359847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10473374/posts/default/7883696676415359847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dowadee.blogspot.com/2009/02/elusive-case-of-happiness.html' title='The elusive case of happiness'/><author><name>~dowadee~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00460694775882670453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14856388227438457580'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10473374.post-6041813203917856046</id><published>2009-01-06T21:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T10:38:12.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Very Happy 2008 Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jrosswk5L_M/SWqs3sNzZqI/AAAAAAAAAGo/iwyVUsCRM7M/s1600-h/Christmas+PSD+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jrosswk5L_M/SWqs3sNzZqI/AAAAAAAAAGo/iwyVUsCRM7M/s320/Christmas+PSD+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290230785061906082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas time is my favorite holiday since it has it all: &lt;br /&gt;1. FAMILY&lt;br /&gt;1.5 Christmas Shopping!!&lt;br /&gt;2. Food and yummy leftovers the morning after&lt;br /&gt;3. Opening and distributing the gifts&lt;br /&gt;4. Picture taking while dress well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Remembering in our hearts that God's love for all has brought him to be one of us.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are very fortunate that Ryan's company has a 2-week long Christmas break and we cannot plan our Singapore trip since our application for a dependent visa under the new company's entity might be processed during this time. Hence our passport will not be on hand. Once he has confirmed it wont be I immediately checked out the bus trips and my my it's all fully booked!From the cheapest bus line to the most expensive. THe only option left was to drive to Singapore which we finally opted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a tiring drive for Ryan and our baby girl was patient enough through the entire ride except when she was feeling sleepy as was not quite comfortable in the car seat. Other than that she did not complain at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived late in Singapore than expected. We kept on circling around in the border of Malaysia &amp; SG because the GPS keeps on pointing in a road that is not being used anymore. It was pretty hilarious as we can see the immigration from where we are and we were joking that if I started walking we could've been finished with the formalities by the time they find their way there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving to SG was pretty cool (says the passenger not the driver). We have done away with the very long que at the immigration and happily sat inside the car singing and waiting for our turn as if it's a lenghty and thorough tollgate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reached Isip residence they were still out buying groceries. Considering the time and since the lady of the house is not around I was pretty sure I wont be able to cook as proposed. It was the first Noche Buena that I was not tied in the kitchen. Rightfully so the meals prepared was a feast to the palette! Free accommodation, presents for our entire family and a yummy fill to the tummy. Despite James being in the office my childhood friend &amp; his family were very good hosts to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next two days were hectic for a Singapore Zoo trip &amp; Sentosa tour but our very dear and beloved driver was too bushed to add one more day for a city tour not to mention we are so so so so ashamed with James if we stayed for another day. So we reserved our city tour of Singapore and meeting friends for the next visit. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10473374-6041813203917856046?l=dowadee.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dowadee.blogspot.com/feeds/6041813203917856046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10473374&amp;postID=6041813203917856046&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10473374/posts/default/6041813203917856046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10473374/posts/default/6041813203917856046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dowadee.blogspot.com/2009/01/very-happy-2008-christmas.html' title='A Very Happy 2008 Christmas'/><author><name>~dowadee~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00460694775882670453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14856388227438457580'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jrosswk5L_M/SWqs3sNzZqI/AAAAAAAAAGo/iwyVUsCRM7M/s72-c/Christmas+PSD+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10473374.post-7798903198804068578</id><published>2008-12-23T14:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T15:14:08.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet taste of fulfillment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jrosswk5L_M/SWL_InERAdI/AAAAAAAAAGg/oSqjuaEE87E/s1600-h/P1020338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jrosswk5L_M/SWL_InERAdI/AAAAAAAAAGg/oSqjuaEE87E/s400/P1020338.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288069435877294546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels great to finally watch it. Unplanned, Iaree just fell asleep and Ryan said go ahead and check the sched. Turns out it was a far not so popular mall and computing the travel time we can make just in time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The film was, as what most say, not up to your expectations of a thumbs up but it was good. I mean it was not that bad. The major thing I did not appreciate was I think in the movie the build up of Bella &amp; Edward's romance was not so convincing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just happy to be finally watching Twilight sitting next to my real, true to life, warm &amp; non biting Edward. Who I unconditionally and irrevocably love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10473374-7798903198804068578?l=dowadee.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dowadee.blogspot.com/feeds/7798903198804068578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10473374&amp;postID=7798903198804068578&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10473374/posts/default/7798903198804068578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10473374/posts/default/7798903198804068578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dowadee.blogspot.com/2008/12/sweet-taste-of-fulfillment.html' title='Sweet taste of fulfillment'/><author><name>~dowadee~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00460694775882670453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14856388227438457580'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jrosswk5L_M/SWL_InERAdI/AAAAAAAAAGg/oSqjuaEE87E/s72-c/P1020338.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10473374.post-2271932369777255006</id><published>2008-12-20T18:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T18:43:21.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hopefully (I will try my best) my last entry about Twilight</title><content type='html'>I finished the saga!!I started Dec 4 and finished the last book Dec 14. I read Remember Me (Sophie Kinsella) in between coz I got awfully bored with the first book. I just got curious to if and when Bella will really become a vampire. Needless to say I fell in love with the characters Edward, Bella, Jacob, Alice etc...How can you not when they all perfectly blend in harmony together. I tried to ward of the boredom I still felt somewhere in between each of the books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I eagerly waited for Ryan to come back from his Canada trip but Monday he was still jet lagged. Tuesday was my last day at work. Wednesday Ryan thought it's selfish to leave the baby considering her bad mood (she's sleepy as she woke up too early) Thursday he had a meeting. Friday more meetings. Saturday (I wasn't expecting it anymore but when I checked online) voila it was still showing! 1:40 PM showing yey! I bathed Iaree baby I also took a bath and dressed up. When we were about to leave Iaree who's separation tantrums I can count in one hand threw a fit. This time it was me who conceded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jrosswk5L_M/SUzMMbBXbNI/AAAAAAAAAGY/AGj-sDRfgKQ/s1600-h/twilight1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jrosswk5L_M/SUzMMbBXbNI/AAAAAAAAAGY/AGj-sDRfgKQ/s320/twilight1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281820976782732498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...not all stories have happy endings so I just resigned to the fact that I'll just wait for the DVD of this. Browse through youtube for short clips. Convince myself that those who read the book did not enjoy it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While writing this I suddenly had a deja vu. I saw myself crying to my grandma in the living room because my aunt told me to go back home and not watch a movie with my friends when classes were cancelled. I was too honest to seek permission before going to the cinema then my honesty was paid off by a big big "NO!". I followed despite violent objections of my 10 girl friends, few of their boyfriends and some classmates who planned the impromptu movie date. I was really really disappointed and my lola was comforting me when I went home alone. Tomorrow is my lola's birthday. I hope she reaches out to me now and really comfort me. =( Now I'm missing her more than feeling sad not being able to watch a movie...or maybe both. Happy birthday lola!!And today should have been my lolo &amp; lola's wedding anniversary...so wherever you both are -- I miss you so much &amp; I love you!!I wish you can see my darling daughter!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10473374-2271932369777255006?l=dowadee.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dowadee.blogspot.com/feeds/2271932369777255006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10473374&amp;postID=2271932369777255006&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10473374/posts/default/2271932369777255006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10473374/posts/default/2271932369777255006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dowadee.blogspot.com/2008/12/hopefully-i-will-try-my-best-my-last.html' title='Hopefully (I will try my best) my last entry about Twilight'/><author><name>~dowadee~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00460694775882670453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14856388227438457580'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jrosswk5L_M/SUzMMbBXbNI/AAAAAAAAAGY/AGj-sDRfgKQ/s72-c/twilight1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10473374.post-8377382363233142429</id><published>2008-12-15T16:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T17:01:54.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mixed emotions</title><content type='html'>Its my last day tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan just came back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in my life I will not work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be a full time mom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a bad case of Twilight hangover...I want all things Twilight and I want to infect others as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still haven't watched the movie yet! Though I'm dying to see it...despite the expected disappointment that there are so many cut scenes in the movie due to Malaysia's censorship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am restraining myself to work surely these are last ounces of the workaholic in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still haven't dealt with my brother, my mom &amp; my father after my last words with them. Argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's wait and see...I can only held my breath as the story of my life unfolds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy, scared, excited, anxious, very very eager to watch Twilight!Hay...back to the same old crazy me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10473374-8377382363233142429?l=dowadee.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dowadee.blogspot.com/feeds/8377382363233142429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10473374&amp;postID=8377382363233142429&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10473374/posts/default/8377382363233142429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10473374/posts/default/8377382363233142429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dowadee.blogspot.com/2008/12/mixed-emotions.html' title='Mixed emotions'/><author><name>~dowadee~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00460694775882670453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14856388227438457580'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10473374.post-5811351151973734696</id><published>2008-12-06T14:48:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T12:58:18.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight Fever</title><content type='html'>It finally caught me. Like an infectious attack to all  my friends I too was bit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say after: working in a faraway province of Cyberjaya, barely having time to play with my daughter(let alone watch tv), plus the absence of my usual date who is off to Canada for a while, some would say I am a boring clueless hermit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I see the buzz on my most of my friends's, blog, plurk and YM status I fought hard not to ask what the hell is Twilight. Clueless galore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally on the first night of being alone, my daughter fast asleep I saw one of my college friend's status in YM that states - I don't just love you Edward Cullen you are my life. Knowing how much of a serial dater she was I seriously thought he was the latest flavor of the month. Until again of course she explained that he was the main character in Twilight. Interestingly, a former colleague, on the same night had this on her YM status - cheesy ew..or something like that about Twilight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's how it all started. I was chating with both of them at the same time and boy do they have stong opposing views about Twilight except for one - they both told me the book was better. I thought it always is so let me be the judge. I started reading the first book courtesy of the ebook Donna sent me. As much as I wanted to move it to my mobile phone instead I read right there in the laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jrosswk5L_M/STtP0-AfNxI/AAAAAAAAAF0/1PUBuH-ExRo/s1600-h/tiwlight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 135px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jrosswk5L_M/STtP0-AfNxI/AAAAAAAAAF0/1PUBuH-ExRo/s200/tiwlight.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276899159811503890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the fact that Stephanie Meyer has artistically characterized the struggle of a vampire who fell in love with a human. All these started with his craving to feed on her blood after smelling her.  It was utterly romantic when he was confessing this fact to Bella. The highest credit I would give to their very witty exchange of lines which caught my interest. It makes me sigh and miss Ryan much more - sweet, sardonic - "unconditionally &amp; irrevocably" lovable.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the build up of the story was quite dragging and can be a little boring at some parts. Without the movie trailers (courtesy of you tube), it's hard to for imagine the contradiction of his beauty and gracefulness against a savage beast (well "civilized" anyway as per the Cullens way of living). Although it was meant well to further downplay the image of a vampire it was not easy to digest that the vampires avoid sunlight because they sparkle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good read but overall Christopher Pike books are still my favorite when it comes to narrating supernatural or thrillers mixed with romance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm on to the next-NEW MOON and so that I make sure the venom infects my dear hubby I have downloaded the antire audio book for him. &lt;em&gt;His eyes cant handle the reading.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And well as for the movie I've set the date...better late than never. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jrosswk5L_M/STtWC9EqXYI/AAAAAAAAAGM/0cvmvxf37Yc/s1600-h/gsc+sched2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 98px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jrosswk5L_M/STtWC9EqXYI/AAAAAAAAAGM/0cvmvxf37Yc/s400/gsc+sched2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276905997148511618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10473374-5811351151973734696?l=dowadee.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dowadee.blogspot.com/feeds/5811351151973734696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10473374&amp;postID=5811351151973734696&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10473374/posts/default/5811351151973734696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10473374/posts/default/5811351151973734696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dowadee.blogspot.com/2008/12/twilight-fever.html' title='Twilight Fever'/><author><name>~dowadee~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00460694775882670453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14856388227438457580'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jrosswk5L_M/STtP0-AfNxI/AAAAAAAAAF0/1PUBuH-ExRo/s72-c/tiwlight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10473374.post-7037908925923045724</id><published>2008-11-29T14:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T15:28:18.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Single mom</title><content type='html'>My days of a single mom starts today =(...well at least for the next 2 weeks, whew!&lt;br /&gt;Still two weeks seems like eternity especially for 8 years the longest I've been apart from Ryan would be 2 days when he would go back home to Pampanga (his hometown) for a weekend. Huhuhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think little drama princess is feeling it too. She was awakened by the call of the airport limo who came to pick daddy up. Although she was alert &amp; was laughing when I was putting her back to sleep she just suddenly stopped, her lower lip fell and all of a sudden her eyes were red. I asked her what's wrong and she ducked her head in the comforter for a few seconds when i pulled her up tears were streaming down her face. And she didn't make a sound.  She just stared back at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyooh Dad!We are missing you already! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later we'll upload some pre-departure pics. FOr now sleepy ulit kme ni Iaree girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10473374-7037908925923045724?l=dowadee.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dowadee.blogspot.com/feeds/7037908925923045724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10473374&amp;postID=7037908925923045724&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10473374/posts/default/7037908925923045724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10473374/posts/default/7037908925923045724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dowadee.blogspot.com/2008/11/single-mom.html' title='Single mom'/><author><name>~dowadee~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00460694775882670453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14856388227438457580'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10473374.post-733125156487231079</id><published>2008-11-21T15:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T15:32:15.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Troubled</title><content type='html'>I keep on stirring in my chair...&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I want to work or bury myself in work.&lt;br /&gt;It's Friday and I'm undecided if I should feel relieved or I should be pressured.&lt;br /&gt;I am talking to myself out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly JK bursts out you're troubled.&lt;br /&gt;The word amused me so much that it went to my YM status, plurk and here.&lt;br /&gt;I'm troubled with the fact that I dont have a single offer released this week..boss is going to kill me&lt;br /&gt;I'm troubled that on the next 3 weekends Ryan will not be around and that I want to make the most out of this weekend&lt;br /&gt;I'm troubled with someone&lt;br /&gt;I guess to sum it all I'm just troubled hahaha! Good observation JK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10473374-733125156487231079?l=dowadee.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dowadee.blogspot.com/feeds/733125156487231079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10473374&amp;postID=733125156487231079&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10473374/posts/default/733125156487231079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10473374/posts/default/733125156487231079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dowadee.blogspot.com/2008/11/troubled.html' title='Troubled'/><author><name>~dowadee~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00460694775882670453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14856388227438457580'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10473374.post-8411932716034543344</id><published>2008-11-19T10:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T10:46:41.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your public identity</title><content type='html'>Having this online sites like blogs, plurk &amp; social networks where you post your pictures and videos are really cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean I dont have to spend on courier or post just to update my family about Iaree's latest milestones and her pictures. It's where you discover who got married had another baby even if that meant your 19 year old cousin who you tought was still a kid. Blogs are a great outlet for me to blow off some steam or narrate some events that I can't keep to myself. When they introduced this plurk thing I thought why not since I change my YM status so often anyway and it felt that it was like that. However, sometimes you want to speak to a certain audience and have a little privacy.  Of course you wouldn't post anything you cant afford to reach someones ears especially when you write about someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't bother before with this. In fact I had an experience long back when I was so mad with my officemate I couldn't tell anyone so I blogged it. I only found out that she read it when we made ammends..hahaha as in months &amp; many blogs after!Now we're good friends as if it never happened and that was just a laughing matter for us now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day in my plurk profile I started having fans errr...I was alarmed , I dont know these people..my friends and family I dont mind. Now I'm having second thoughts about all my online sites. Once I am a housewife and IF I find the time to sit on this maybe I will make some changes. For the meantime can someone please tell my why and how did I get followers in my plurk? Should I be horrified or something? If I remove them wouldn't that be rude and I can't stop them from reading it anyway...so how?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10473374-8411932716034543344?l=dowadee.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dowadee.blogspot.com/feeds/8411932716034543344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10473374&amp;postID=8411932716034543344&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10473374/posts/default/8411932716034543344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10473374/posts/default/8411932716034543344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dowadee.blogspot.com/2008/11/your-public-identity.html' title='Your public identity'/><author><name>~dowadee~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00460694775882670453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14856388227438457580'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry></feed>