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Dear Friends, It's officially June 1, and for public schools, it's back to school while for the rest of the private ones, it's June 8, one more week to go before they busy their heads with assignments, memorizations, readings and researches. I remember when I was still in school, it has always been an exciting day for me come opening day, you get to meet new teachers, new classmates, friends and for some, their crushes. However, opening day of classes may come scary to others too, some feel resentment to schools and universities, hatred towards their professors, and fear of new people for some. Some may have dreaded school time because of so many reasons but let us accept the fact that schools have been part of the ones that made us what we are now, and have greatly contributed to what we have learned. In the same way, let me introduce the new ME for the opening of classes. Thank goodness for the hubby and for some masters in blogging who have helped me one way or another

I have been having a hard time managing my TIME for the past few weeks. I dunno which one I will have to get and start with, or which one to finish first. It seems like i have long been in a capsule, got dizzy and is starting anew with my surroundings. This is making me crazy... In the office, it seems like my mind is wandering, and not knowing where to start first, I would eventually turn on the PC and click chat-fun Plurk or go farming in Facebook. So, bad move? Yeah, of course, and it's making my pending stuffs all the more piling up! I got this new project about a certain dictionary we are making and it's driving me crazy, that even my Saturdays and Sundays are devoted into reading... plus the 17 manuscripts I am still into. 17 manuscripts? Not anymore! Minus 3 coz we're already done with them. Hallelujah! Reading, reading, reading... and a lot more reading...aaaahhhh!!! But wait, thanks to Bluerose for sending me: Brida by Paulo Coelho. Manuscripts and dictionaries fo

I am lucky to have kids who have the hands for art. And it makes me happy that while i don't have the talent for drawing, sketching, painting and whatsoever related to art, my two lovely kids have the talent and they are good at it. Tabebs, my daughter, is just 3 years old and 4 months. And since she was 2, I have been fascinated by the way she handles the pencils and the coloring pens and crayons much to her delight. Last night, I was so sleepy that my eyes were just about to shut when she called me and hugged me. And bringing with her her Tomy Sketchers board, i asked her to sketch me, dad and kuya. Grinning, she took the pen and had her hands sketch US with gusto. I immediately took my camera and asked her to display the board for me to take a picture of what she did. And so let me share to you her art. ME as you may notice, she sketched my earrings, because she wanted one too DAD lanky fellow, and face so thin, that's just so him...hehe KUYA and kuya isn't done with ea

I guess this is one of those days when you just experience what we call writer's block. And i am just having this feeling that i cannot write something good out of the million words i have learned since childhood. I am actually in a phase where i am stuck between work, my own business and writing, that i am stuck at not knowing what to do first. I am thinking of the business that we are in and June 1 is already close at hand. We will surely be busy. As you would like to know, we are in this business that is in-demand during the opening and end of schoolyears... I am also thinking of the 17 manuscripts we are dealing with in my work, it's mind-whacking and brain-draining. And i am also thinking of some would-be-good-to-publish topics for my 6-issues three years old mag. Plus another mag for the kids...Ack... I know, I need to keep breathing... So, for the meantime, until i get back to my real state of normal mind, here's what i leave you with... "Your mind will answer

If there's one place in this world that i hate going to, they're HOSPITALS . I was told by my folks that hospitals are the dirtiest, most germ-infected, most illness-filled place in the planet. They said one who frequent places like hospitals easily gets infected or contaminated with diseases. Of course I believed them, and i never went to hospitals unless i was the one who's ill or a close friend or relative must be visited. But not this one. Recently, we visited St. Elizabeth Hospital and we were so amazed at what we saw. presidential suite (right view) (left view) private suite private room Hotel rooms? Nah, They're hospital rooms, patterned after St. Luke's Hospital, i love the feel of the homely room, very clean and fragrant, and you will not be accustomed to the hospital-feel, but will indeed have a good time recuperating and resting well. Explained by the hospital director, Mr. Tony Veneracion, the hospital floor (3rd floor) is an addition to the building&#

She spent the first day packing her belongings into boxes, crates and suitcases. On the second day, she had the movers come and collect her things. On the third day, she sat down for the last time at their beautiful dining room table by candle-light, put on some soft background music, and feasted on a pound of shrimp, a jar of caviar, and a bottle of spring-water. When she had finished, she went into each and every room and deposited a few half-eaten shrimp shells dipped in caviar into the hollow of the curtain rods. She then cleaned up the kitchen and left. When the husband returned with his new girlfriend, all was bliss for the first few days. Then slowly, the house began to smell. They tried everything; cleaning, mopping and airing the place out. Vents were checked for dead rodents and carpets were steam cleaned. Air fresheners were hung everywhere. Exterminators were brought in to set off gas canisters, during which they had to move out for a few days and in the end they even paid

Pizza (pronounced pitsa or pidza, in Italian: ['pit.tsa]) is a world-popular dish of Italian origin, made with an oven-baked, flat, generally round bread that is often covered with tomatoes or a tomato-based sauce and mozzarella cheese. Other toppings are added according to region, culture, or personal preference. Originating in a part of Italian cuisine, the dish has become popular in many different parts of the world. A shop or restaurant where pizzas are made and sold is called a "pizzeria". The phrases "pizza parlor", "pizza place" and "pizza shop" are used in the United States. The term pizza pie is dialectal, and pie is used for simplicity in some contexts, such as among pizzeria staff. The bottom base of the pizza (called the "crust" in the United States and Canada) may vary widely according to style thin as in hand-tossed pizza or Roman pizza, thick as in pan pizza or Chicago-style pizza. It is traditionally plain, but may

A mother understands wh at a child does not say. To all of my mother blogger friends, and those who come by in this place, if you are a mother, this is for you! Thanks for sharing your motherhood. Love, -sHenG-

A Grade 1 Lesson 16 September, 2007- in one boxing match Christian Bautista sang our National Anthem "Lupang Hinirang". Many were just singing it from the heart when incidentally, he skipped a few lines of the song. Bautista admittedly said he was ashamed of what happened, and he was even saddened this happened, but he also apologized and said that it was never his intention to make fun of the National Anthem. He said he was carried away by fear and tension, because of the multitudes watching him and the fight. Because of this, he was harshly judged by some, but after saying sorry, he was forgiven. Last Sunday, Martin Nievera had the same mistake of singing the National Anthem, although it was not the lyrics, it was the tempo, and the way he sang it. Lupang Hinirang Let's get back to the basics... At dahil Pilipino ako, ito ay isusulat ko sa wikang Filipino. Lupang Hinirang – Ito ang pambansang awit ng Pilipinas. Ang musika nito ay binuo noong 1898 ni Julian Felipe sa wi

"It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife." Spoken by Mrs. Bennet to Mr. Bennet upon hearing of a young and wealthy gentleman coming near the estates of Netherfield Park. The Bennets have five unmarried daughters, no son. Their estate is ;omited, only restricted in inheritance, to Mr. Collins, a family cousin. Upon Mr. Bennet's death, Mr. Collins will inherit the family lands, which will leave the Bennet daughters without a home or money. It becomes important, therefore, that at least one of the daughters should marry in order to support their sisters and the whole family should other siblings not be able to marry. Mr. Bingley alone came, and shortly brought his two sisters, Miss Bingley and Mrs. Hurst; his brother-in-law, Mr. Hurst; and his friend, Mr. Darcy, who also happens to be wealthy and unmarried. Mrs. Bennet insists Mr. Bennet to call on Mr. Bingley so that she can introduce her daughter