tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74051912024-03-08T05:28:13.253+08:00Once the Bookish Bimbo"Life is a succession of lessons, which must be lived to be understood." ~ Ralph Waldo EmersonHannah Gracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06079027291468079232noreply@blogger.comBlogger237125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7405191.post-74758274085147755722012-11-09T01:34:00.002+08:002012-11-09T01:34:18.146+08:00Path to Happiness<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I'm so tired of the countless things that make me feel resentful, especially since I can't do a thing about most of them.<br />
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Thinking about it though, I realize that I am even more tired of being resentful; and that is something I have control over.<br />
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So tonight I'll try to let it go.<br />
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Tomorrow I hope I'll be able to try again, and also the day after that.<br />
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My hope is that as I keep on letting go little by little I'll find myself not even having to try all that much someday.<br />
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Maybe someday I can be happy not because things are better, but because I chose to be.<br />
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Here's to the words my love uttered. The words that I may never remember exactly as they were said, but that my heart will always cherish. May it nourish my soul during times of doubt.<br />
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Yeah, I think I can be <a href="http://www.lyrics007.com/Guns%20N'%20Roses%20Lyrics/Patience%20Lyrics.html">patient</a> now, I can fight the pain and the fear, because I do believe that someday things will work out fine...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--
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<b><u>AMAZING GRACE</u></b><br />
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Amazing grace! (how sweet the sound)<br />
That sav'd a wretch like me!<br />
I once was lost, but now am found,<br />
Was blind, but now I see.<br />
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'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear,<br />
And grace my fears reliev'd;<br />
How precious did that grace appear<br />
The hour I first believ'd!<br />
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Thro' many dangers, toils, and snares,<br />
I have already come;<br />
'Tis grace hath brought me safe thus far,<br />
And grace will lead me home.<br />
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The Lord has promis'd good to me,<br />
His word my hope secures;<br />
He will my shield and portion be<br />
As long as life endures.<br />
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Yes, when this flesh and heart shall fail,<br />
And mortal life shall cease;<br />
I shall possess, within the veil,<br />
A life of joy and peace.<br />
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The earth shall soon dissolve like snow,<br />
The sun forbear to shine;<br />
But God, who call'd me here below,<br />
Will be forever mine.<br />
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One of the best advice about the past I've read is from <a href="http://www.marriagemax.com/">Mort Fertel</a>. Here's a snippet of what he said about how to get over your past (and past your hurt). If you're also hurting right now, I hope this somehow helps you see past your hurt too.<br />
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<blockquote>"...you don’t have to change the past in order to get over it. What you have to change is the MEANING of the past.<br />
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Think for a moment. Was there ever a time in your life when something horrible happened and you thought, “Why is this happening to me?” But then a few years later you looked back and you could answer that question. In retrospect, you understood why it happened. At first, it seemed like the world was caving in. Later, it all made sense.<br />
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In fact, very often, we eventually realize that bad times are part of a process that leads to something good!<br />
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It’s the events that FOLLOW bad times that determine the ultimate meaning of those times. In other words, it’s your future that determines your past; not the other way around. And since YOU are in charge of your future, then YOU determine the meaning of your past."</blockquote>Here's to the future, second chances, and the power to rewrite the meaning of our past!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--
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Yet 6 years later, changed in ways I could never have imagine, both songs still resonate in my heart. One brings tears to my eyes, making me wonder if the changes in me have come too late. The answer eludes me, but what I know is the <a href="http://youtu.be/9N9opF-PK5k">water hasn't run dry in me</a>. It still has not.<br />
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The other song continues to inspire, making me realize that in this moment of brokenness this for me really is a chance to return to innocence, a chance to return to myself.<br />
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<em>"If you want, then start to laugh<br />
If you must, then start to cry<br />
Be yourself, don't hide<br />
Just believe in destiny<br />
Don't care what people say<br />
Just follow your own way<br />
Don't give up and use the chance<br />
<i>To return to innocence<br />
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That's not the beginning of the end<br />
That's the return to yourself<br />
The return to innocence"</i></em><i><br />
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While it is true that English is the language used in our schools and board rooms (I was asleep while being operated on so I have no idea what language they used in the operating room :p), his conclusion that "it is not the language of the learned" is simply false, even downright stupid. It also irks me that he considers the English language to be a "tongue of privilege", and to which he even partially attributes his success in life, thinking that as long as he has mastery of the language he will always have his "connections".<br />
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Forgive me if I get a bit prickly, but the snob in me is aroused every time I encounter people (or at least the writings of people in this case) who deem themselves well educated when what they are doing/saying/writing is proving them otherwise. I'm not saying James Soriano is a total idiot, nor that he didn't get an education. What I am saying is that he hasn't educated himself enough in this particular issue to arrive at the proper conclusions, and more importantly to school himself to conquering his biases towards the Filipino language and his fellow countrymen.<br />
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I say he arrived at the wrong conclusions because what he might not realize is that some of the best minds in the country do use Filipino as their medium for creating art. The use of the Filipino language is not relegated to art alone either, with professionals using the language to converse everyday not just to communicate with the "uneducated yayas and drivers" but simply because it is their language of choice. Masarap pong mag Filipino. I can think of more examples, but what's the point?<br />
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Another thing that I think needs pointing out is the fact that the lack of mastery of the Filipino language actually indicates a lack of learning on our part. Yes, myself included. It angers me that we Filipinos put a premium in learning other languages (not just the English language), but do not applaud those who have mastered our very own language nor count it as a sign of an educated man. That is truly crazy because language is just a tool we can use to be able to understand concepts and ideas, communicate with more people clearly, and ultimately to broaden our perspectives and get a real education. Hence, the more languages we learn, the more chances we have of learning new things. There is no one language of the learned. What Mr Soriano said is plain and simple hogwash. To believe that there is one such language, is to have a shallow understanding of what education is really about.<br />
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On another note, what truly frustrates me is that Mr. Soriano is not alone in his dismissal of the Filipino language as being irrelevant in this day and age. Parents and teachers alike are still sending wrong signals to kids these days with their English-only rules. I know that in most cases that is not the intention at all, but what else will kids conclude if they are being banned from speaking Filipino? Like James Soriano, kids are apt to think that it is because English is more desirable than Filipino, and God forbid, that the Filipino language is only for their yayas. Without even realizing it, kids are being taught to treat their yayas differently and to be condescending towards others. Ask yourself, is the early mastery of the English language worth teaching kids wrong attitudes towards our own language and their fellow human beings? Or maybe there is another way of helping them get ahead in this world without having to sacrifice their respect for the Filipino language, while teaching them to truly connect to other Filipinos on a human level. I say, just let them learn what language they will. After all kids are like sponges and will likely learn both the English and Filipino language (even more) if you just let them. Teach them to appreciate both, and even more importantly, pass on to them a real love for learning. Not just the learning you will get from reading textbooks to get a high salary, but the kind of learning that would make them aspire to never stop growing.<br />
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In the end, I think this issue is even more pressing than whether Filipino is for the learned or not, and whether Mr Soriano is offensive or not. You can even say that he is to be thanked for his candidness because it inspired (hopefully) productive thought and discussion in our country (or at least in Facebook). The question is not whether he and Manila Bulletin (their taking down his post was a stupid move) learned something from the big hoopla, but if we learned something from his biases and shallow thinking.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--
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<ol><li>I'm learning a lot of new things.</li>
<li> I'm actually starting to gain interest in tech stuff!</li>
<li>It will hopefully give me and Mark more common interests (or at least I'll understand what he's talking about more).</li>
</ol>Who knows, I might end up being a techie yet? Not! <br />
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My SEO daily reads by the way are:<br />
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<a href="http://googlewebmastercentral.blogspot.com/">Google Webmaster Central Blog</a> <br />
<a href="http://www.phoenixrealm.com/">Phoenixrealm</a> <br />
<a href="http://www.seobythesea.com/">SEO by the SEA</a><br />
<a href="http://www.seobook.com/blog">SEO Book</a><br />
<a href="http://www.seomoz.org/blog">SEOmoz Blog </a>- Don't bother much with YouMoz since the excellent posts there are upgraded to the SEOmoze blog anyway.<br />
<a href="http://www.yadvertisingblog.com/">Yahoo! Search Marketing Blog</a><br />
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So many more blogs on my reading list, but these are the ones I find myself visiting most often. <br />
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5) Sorting animals and mangoes<br />
<b> Independent</b><br />
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Woohoo! <br />
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While sorting toy animals and cardboard mangoes might not seem much for a 6-year old kid, it sure is one big achievement for our Sam.<br />
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Way to go Kuya Sam!!! We love you and are so proud of you!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--
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To my last two readers, who I happen to know just reads my blog via aggregator, do check it out!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--
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This time though, what kept me awake was not my own problems but that of two people I dearly love. I've been trying to wrap my head around the two very different situations they're in, but I just can't. I want to be supportive. Do the right thing. Help. Be accepting. Point out their mistakes. Shake them. Make sure they get the lesson they're supposed to learn. Fix things.<br />
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In the end, all my thoughts and emotions just left me confused, tired, and in a state of grief. So I turned back to the one thing that has never failed - prayer.<br />
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And that's when I got it. There may be lessons stored for them, but right now what I should bother with are the lessons in store for me, the first being not to resort to prayer last! Why in the world should I keep on figuring out ways to help them fix their lives when I myself keep on forgetting the simple formula? Yes, I should learn to be accepting, loving, a real peace maker, and an honest person who can support but rebuke in love. But most of all, I should learn first and always "cast my burdens upon Him". To grow close to Christ and reflect the love He has graciously given me. Then and only then will I have the peace of knowing that He will never let go of me and these two people I hold so dearly in my heart. I may not be able to fix things, but I can rest in the knowledge that just as God never failed me so will he continue to love and seek the rest of His bullheaded children.<br />
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So the key to peace is something my mom has been telling me for ages. It's something I've known for so long and just keep on putting off the way I keep on trying to ignore my sinus attacks when I fully know how a few minutes of using a steam vaporiser can do wonders. Faith and trust is still the key to peace.<br />
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As for the other lesson I learned today... If I don't want to end up being like the judgemental and self-righteous people I truly dislike, then I should always look at things in the right perspective. Instead of thinking about what, how, and why people got into the situations they're in as well as the supposed life lessons for them, I should wonder about the lessons I can learn from them. Every single thing that happens in life is after all an opportunity for me to learn something. It's not about being self-absorbed, but learning to have the humility that there truly is so much I need to learn and re-learn.<br />
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And with that, I think I might yet squeeze in another couple hours worth of sleep. Back to bed for me.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--
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Life is an exciting drama. 8.1% of total population. </span></div> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <a href="http://similarminds.com/embti.html">Take Free Jung Personality Test</a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="http://similarminds.com/">personality tests by similarminds.com</a></span></div><br /><br />Some interesting <a href="http://www.personalitypage.com/ENFP.html">facts about ENFPs</a> (Emphasis added by me kasi I find that they are very descriptive of me. Italicized comments mine.):<br /><br /><ol><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">They live in the world of possibilities</span>, and can become very passionate and excited about things. Their enthusiasm lends them the ability to inspire and motivate others, more so than we see in other types. <span style="font-weight: bold;">They can talk their way in or out of anything</span>.</li><li>ENFPs have an unusually broad range of skills and talents. They are <span style="font-weight: bold;">good at most things which interest them</span>. Project-oriented, they may go through several different careers during their lifetime. To onlookers, the ENFP may seem directionless and without purpose, but ENFPs are actually quite consistent, in that they have a strong sense of values which they live with throughout their lives. <span style="font-weight: bold;">Everything that they do must be in line with their values.</span><span style="font-style: italic;">- Oh the agony of this realization right when I'm trying to find my place in the career world!</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></li><li>An ENFP needs to focus on following through with their projects. This can be a problem area for some of these individuals...<span style="font-weight: bold;">Others may fall into the habit of dropping a project when they become excited about a new possibility, and thus they never achieve the great accomplishments which they are capable of achieving.</span>- <span style="font-style: italic;">Shudder!</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">Oh the failure that is me. I need to learn to beat this weakness. I absolutely HATE it.</span><br /></li><li>Most ENFPs have great people skills. They are genuinely warm and interested in people, and place great importance on their inter-personal relationships...<span style="font-weight: bold;">They have an exceptional ability to intuitively understand a person after a very short period of time, and use their intuition and flexibility to relate to others on their own level. </span></li><li>Because ENFPs live in the world of exciting possibilities, the details of everyday life are seen as trivial drudgery...This is a challenging area of life for most ENFPs, and can be frustrating for ENFP's family members. -<span style="font-style: italic;"> No wonder I suck at being a stay-home anything and Mark gets so sick of me all the time. Hehe.</span><br /></li><li>An ENFP who has "gone wrong" may be quite manipulative - and very good it. - <span style="font-style: italic;">Horns starting to grow....</span><br /></li><li style="font-weight: bold;">Always seeing the possibilities of what could be, they may become bored with what actually is.</li><li>ENFPs like a little excitement in their lives, and are best matched with individuals who are comfortable with change and new experiences.- <span style="font-style: italic;">Mein Gott. Talk about mismatched. Thankfully the hubby's personality type sticks through thick and thin.</span><br /></li><li>They may become unhappy when they are confined to strict schedules or mundane tasks. Consequently, ENFPs work best in situations where they have a lot of flexibility, and where they can work with people and ideas. </li><li>Because they are so alert and sensitive, constantly scanning their environments, <span style="font-weight: bold;">ENFPs often suffer from muscle tension</span>. - <span style="font-style: italic;">This is so interesting to learn kasi I suffer from muscle pain behind the shoulder blades so much. My muscles just knot up for no apparent reason. I also have been feeling concerned about the fact that I always find my jaw hurting because I clench them most of the time without realizing it!</span></li></ol>Guys take the test and tell me your personality type. Am interested in knowing more about you!!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--
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I'm thinking we should go out on such family trips more often. Great for quality time. Great for Sam. Great for our local economy. ^_^<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjjgNpb30CLryJg8Uxaz_NvopQp5i3K0dCAr4v0vmqt0Uym22OJBFn0XW2fEhZ_OoGKKWwoa4-gLHfhWJ1ii3xfYpy03Q7NXrsFKpkXE_y_x8gd1wBtcFF2XZIXBEA8fwTbgoM/s1600-h/IMG_0456.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjjgNpb30CLryJg8Uxaz_NvopQp5i3K0dCAr4v0vmqt0Uym22OJBFn0XW2fEhZ_OoGKKWwoa4-gLHfhWJ1ii3xfYpy03Q7NXrsFKpkXE_y_x8gd1wBtcFF2XZIXBEA8fwTbgoM/s320/IMG_0456.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Arrival</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4kVkwn0u1Hw37DBkH21LpyYNJdX-zJbWgSejUldrOi-1ixFxBs2x_GHCjGULBRWGFVsGsSkDOwHKMothRyIlcjAFLkIdAakIGBm7kMgRWsSy86wxwPUGtVxGHE9oazTkJnn9W/s1600-h/IMG_0466.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4kVkwn0u1Hw37DBkH21LpyYNJdX-zJbWgSejUldrOi-1ixFxBs2x_GHCjGULBRWGFVsGsSkDOwHKMothRyIlcjAFLkIdAakIGBm7kMgRWsSy86wxwPUGtVxGHE9oazTkJnn9W/s320/IMG_0466.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Tiger</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiLAKyQDC0UnQnv-JouFUe0VSw_KGjDt40uzTzr6eMrhX2FI0ZL_1NY2fteWi8c-LA8EaQdfB8ZCLcXDnVPsaQHL6j2WExLf2zBKnLQ4_qzDa2B-M3zBCYJ26DtzgAZnunOlrF/s1600-h/IMG_0473.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiLAKyQDC0UnQnv-JouFUe0VSw_KGjDt40uzTzr6eMrhX2FI0ZL_1NY2fteWi8c-LA8EaQdfB8ZCLcXDnVPsaQHL6j2WExLf2zBKnLQ4_qzDa2B-M3zBCYJ26DtzgAZnunOlrF/s320/IMG_0473.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Llama and kittens. The funny cats were all over the place.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9FjO1vD3-xIrxcLWw-JyKIXgAkfmlH9OExlaGr9ZY-_0ns6zwmrIDl4ASKh4kWTv3e2ZHqmORNH3NIJwDxlmIlEtRttimJ8Xw9q8mCnb79SH4YmX8Bl5t5BpVYjwa4tdsLzZJ/s1600-h/IMG_0478.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9FjO1vD3-xIrxcLWw-JyKIXgAkfmlH9OExlaGr9ZY-_0ns6zwmrIDl4ASKh4kWTv3e2ZHqmORNH3NIJwDxlmIlEtRttimJ8Xw9q8mCnb79SH4YmX8Bl5t5BpVYjwa4tdsLzZJ/s320/IMG_0478.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">A happy Papa Mark and Sam.</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRRXwBoQbWmNu10YAiEDjWJoguwRRoFIxXUV_wuu8Re79vLSYwzoKWMSSGg6WnPh03qX4VxTGOf9bqxWK3ScPCZ9a0cwuxc8rINxalWR5amRndaI7-eIKcnGeqrChMYkdJgSAa/s1600-h/IMG_0518.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRRXwBoQbWmNu10YAiEDjWJoguwRRoFIxXUV_wuu8Re79vLSYwzoKWMSSGg6WnPh03qX4VxTGOf9bqxWK3ScPCZ9a0cwuxc8rINxalWR5amRndaI7-eIKcnGeqrChMYkdJgSAa/s320/IMG_0518.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Horseback riding. Php 60 only for one round. Sulit!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizfDiLlGHTp0f3KJxjz2lNtMlb5kiDAjkYiIBg92padtoOELh30hLLfEnDFXRHyyFx_u-sIIEpfHJhF7uZG2AAHsEzBOV3TyRxtGYGA4rsa-IofP8SAwDlxN_cS-JZzSgdB8Yd/s1600-h/IMG_0540.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizfDiLlGHTp0f3KJxjz2lNtMlb5kiDAjkYiIBg92padtoOELh30hLLfEnDFXRHyyFx_u-sIIEpfHJhF7uZG2AAHsEzBOV3TyRxtGYGA4rsa-IofP8SAwDlxN_cS-JZzSgdB8Yd/s320/IMG_0540.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Inside the Kinder (petting) Zoo. Additional Php 40 entrance fee. Mas sulit!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhISzYHA_Bz7u7iLhM2sB0yCPsdf-H8QVN2bicIVWEczlH80mMvQ3w0kaSdUBCn8eolo581Owv_XPWTNePxvgYoSqnXaygqRAFIyhrrLYv8b1OLY4sj8ghuRKPp6cuMAaA1Z0VP/s1600-h/IMG_0554.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhISzYHA_Bz7u7iLhM2sB0yCPsdf-H8QVN2bicIVWEczlH80mMvQ3w0kaSdUBCn8eolo581Owv_XPWTNePxvgYoSqnXaygqRAFIyhrrLYv8b1OLY4sj8ghuRKPp6cuMAaA1Z0VP/s320/IMG_0554.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The ugly ostrich. A chance for me to face my fears. It didn't work.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The other ostrich chased me! Buti di pinalabas ng cage yun!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqSwXDl11DySP9pIzxwf2Y5QrdDhX41fGi696XHMxJ9MthLCJo-Eg95jI8mNP4BjtyXvNsNt_hIwi4x1yYZfLzjI98gNi7jiCZtWBXlo7srVaUBVEv0pCNlHZndJ5im-YA7Y5x/s1600-h/IMG_0564.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqSwXDl11DySP9pIzxwf2Y5QrdDhX41fGi696XHMxJ9MthLCJo-Eg95jI8mNP4BjtyXvNsNt_hIwi4x1yYZfLzjI98gNi7jiCZtWBXlo7srVaUBVEv0pCNlHZndJ5im-YA7Y5x/s320/IMG_0564.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Parrots. The ones out front pecked Sam's fingers. He loved it!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
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<b>More about Manila Zoo:</b><br />
<i>Address</i> - Manila Zoo Compound M Adriatico St. Malate, Manila, Philippines<br />
<i>Hours</i> - 8am to 5pm daily<br />
<i>Rates</i> - Adults Php 40; Kids Php 20<br />
<i>Website</i>: <a href="http://www.manilazoo.org/">www.manilazoo.org</a> (Their website looks a lot better than the actual zoo but am glad they have a good site)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--
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Sam get's mad whenever anyone<br />takes Aoi away. He adores babies. Gusto na ng kapatid! Hehe.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9WMYdxv9v5lw_BY_8CLGFBgiUQkm8hDOmjAno3l3tmRm6uN3MUo2SOdam1kOEU4hPMwVH8EP_6NXeDh8t7x7-neSVGaEbn5bFIvwYbrh4LjEgIJocLtk7zRSj15uPvf986Kdh/s1600-h/IMG_6586.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9WMYdxv9v5lw_BY_8CLGFBgiUQkm8hDOmjAno3l3tmRm6uN3MUo2SOdam1kOEU4hPMwVH8EP_6NXeDh8t7x7-neSVGaEbn5bFIvwYbrh4LjEgIJocLtk7zRSj15uPvf986Kdh/s320/IMG_6586.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301024570506945122" border="0" /></a>His favorite little game these days - peeking out of anything.<br />He does this with anything that has holes like his drum (below).<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnIhrOvLwSDnj0TSWUTwreBclZnD75PcZTYsfFtefi8rTARh349jiGutU-LiTsMuEtwGaaVHYXj1DPhKkZsVJcCDDuCVPo9fZ69jiaxeQLgmnnuo7u-udGnDAnpOTpmqCwRFtV/s1600-h/IMG_7219.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnIhrOvLwSDnj0TSWUTwreBclZnD75PcZTYsfFtefi8rTARh349jiGutU-LiTsMuEtwGaaVHYXj1DPhKkZsVJcCDDuCVPo9fZ69jiaxeQLgmnnuo7u-udGnDAnpOTpmqCwRFtV/s320/IMG_7219.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301026355714593602" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkGMDZQDIPoQIjDl3bAGIRgulc85nIAGdK07NmLNIPwwLjdgnRnfl9j6GVw5S465K7S9OpC8c-D9qSTxjy46ohTHEyw_If7JrYkjZUNZkUi0QoXyGMWAy-K4QrOzxykuHs50u1/s1600-h/Image070.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkGMDZQDIPoQIjDl3bAGIRgulc85nIAGdK07NmLNIPwwLjdgnRnfl9j6GVw5S465K7S9OpC8c-D9qSTxjy46ohTHEyw_If7JrYkjZUNZkUi0QoXyGMWAy-K4QrOzxykuHs50u1/s320/Image070.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301024565359951474" border="0" /></a>Playing with Sam while looking for a clothes cabinet<br />(we didn't end up getting this one).<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjanbWpdIKP5yUdqx7P8EeUP8-Qd_BjVq8vDtcFdFX8jmZ14J91fakXUloi0F1sMCaffL2q6-9o_g_W0Gro-BKOtrwabd4jM76HlB9yEwnRGsS3W7R3-WDA5RcSndPNbHe8nHW/s1600-h/Image069.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjanbWpdIKP5yUdqx7P8EeUP8-Qd_BjVq8vDtcFdFX8jmZ14J91fakXUloi0F1sMCaffL2q6-9o_g_W0Gro-BKOtrwabd4jM76HlB9yEwnRGsS3W7R3-WDA5RcSndPNbHe8nHW/s320/Image069.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301024564065947266" border="0" /></a>On the way to SM. We make him sit on the "charity" seat<br />(toolbox in truth) but we do hold on to him.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--
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