<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9715971</id><updated>2011-07-09T01:38:19.489+08:00</updated><category term='Tags'/><title type='text'>SimplyMuah</title><subtitle type='html'>simple as 1, 2, 3. &lt;br&gt; 
1 husband,  2 gwapito little boys and 3 hobbies - cooking, scrapbooking and photography. She used to live in the little red dot and is now living down under.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>simply me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>450</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9715971.post-4100089199810935296</id><published>2011-05-16T09:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T09:43:45.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>College</title><content type='html'>After watching Toy Story 3, where andy is leaving his mom because he will go to college and live in a dorm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meg : I don't wanna go to college.&lt;br /&gt;Muah : And why? &lt;br /&gt;Meg : Cause then I have to live far from you.&lt;br /&gt;Muah : (Awwww!) You can still live with me even if you go to college. &lt;br /&gt;Meg : Promise, you will get a college school near our house?&lt;br /&gt;Muah : I promise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sniff! Sniff!* I hope he thinks of mommy this way even at 16!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715971-4100089199810935296?l=simplymuah.wifespeaks.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/feeds/4100089199810935296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715971&amp;postID=4100089199810935296&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/4100089199810935296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/4100089199810935296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/2011/05/college.html' title='College'/><author><name>simply me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9715971.post-445125781860104843</id><published>2011-05-10T12:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T12:40:00.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>P por Pasado!</title><content type='html'>Pinally, apter the pip try nakuha ko rin ang inaasam asam na P plate. &lt;br /&gt;Pwede na mag-maneho mag-isa! Wohooo! Preeedom prom Mahal. =p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B51KCd92v7Y/TcjBYVfKC5I/AAAAAAAAAUw/YzQ3JfV--NA/s1600/p.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B51KCd92v7Y/TcjBYVfKC5I/AAAAAAAAAUw/YzQ3JfV--NA/s400/p.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604942360091429778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715971-445125781860104843?l=simplymuah.wifespeaks.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/feeds/445125781860104843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715971&amp;postID=445125781860104843&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/445125781860104843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/445125781860104843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/2011/05/p-por-pasado.html' title='P por Pasado!'/><author><name>simply me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B51KCd92v7Y/TcjBYVfKC5I/AAAAAAAAAUw/YzQ3JfV--NA/s72-c/p.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9715971.post-5938555676719981741</id><published>2011-04-12T12:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T12:44:31.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunnies? Shades? I don't need it!</title><content type='html'>Me : Why are you wearing shades? it's raining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meg : I just want to look cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : You'll look stup!d. You don't wear shades when it's raining, only if it's sunny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meg : Oh alright, i'll just look cool without the shades then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(hanep! matindi talaga ang elib nito sa sarili. di kailangan ng parapernalia!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715971-5938555676719981741?l=simplymuah.wifespeaks.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/feeds/5938555676719981741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715971&amp;postID=5938555676719981741&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/5938555676719981741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/5938555676719981741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/2011/04/sunnies-shades-i-dont-need-it.html' title='Sunnies? Shades? I don&apos;t need it!'/><author><name>simply me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9715971.post-4394030701732489265</id><published>2011-04-06T12:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T12:45:41.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boy lost in translation.</title><content type='html'>From a book, "Working dogs are used by people who can not fend for themselves." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad : "Oh, ano ibig sabihin ng people who can not fend for themselves?" &lt;br /&gt;7yo Son : "Mga tamad Daddy! Ayaw nila gumawa ng sarili nila!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahahaha... Toink!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715971-4394030701732489265?l=simplymuah.wifespeaks.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/feeds/4394030701732489265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715971&amp;postID=4394030701732489265&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/4394030701732489265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/4394030701732489265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/2011/04/boy-lost-in-translation.html' title='Boy lost in translation.'/><author><name>simply me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9715971.post-4716347127502939125</id><published>2011-03-23T13:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T13:38:27.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy is a princess!</title><content type='html'>Rou (3yo - after seeing me on a dress) - "Daddy, look! Mommy is a princess." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to savor this moment because 10 years from now he'll think Mommy is a wicked witch for not letting him go to the coolest party ever, wherever that is. =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715971-4716347127502939125?l=simplymuah.wifespeaks.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/feeds/4716347127502939125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715971&amp;postID=4716347127502939125&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/4716347127502939125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/4716347127502939125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/2011/05/mommy-is-princess.html' title='Mommy is a princess!'/><author><name>simply me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9715971.post-4163738956490726771</id><published>2011-03-09T13:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T13:41:08.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ash good ash it gets.</title><content type='html'>Meg - 'Mom, today is Ash Wednesday and we have to give up something. You know what I'm giving up? I am giving up school!' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***JuiceKoLooord!!!***&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715971-4163738956490726771?l=simplymuah.wifespeaks.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/feeds/4163738956490726771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715971&amp;postID=4163738956490726771&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/4163738956490726771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/4163738956490726771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/2011/03/ash-good-ash-it-gets.html' title='Ash good ash it gets.'/><author><name>simply me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9715971.post-508668535000323960</id><published>2011-02-14T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T13:43:41.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Balentimes Day!</title><content type='html'>"What the?!. I forgot valentines day, I didn't make you a card. Oh never&lt;br /&gt;mind, I still love you. I'll just give you a kiss. Happy valentines! Next time remind me, okay? So that you can give me money and I can buy you a card." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing this came from the 7yo son and not the 40yo husband.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715971-508668535000323960?l=simplymuah.wifespeaks.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/feeds/508668535000323960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715971&amp;postID=508668535000323960&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/508668535000323960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/508668535000323960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/2011/02/balentimes-day.html' title='Balentimes Day!'/><author><name>simply me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9715971.post-863886126813411457</id><published>2011-02-10T13:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T13:44:39.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chick Magnet</title><content type='html'>My chickboy in the making -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Mom, I met a girl. She said her name is Angel. So I asked her, Angel like in heaven? Then she laughed. See mommy, I am good with girls.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715971-863886126813411457?l=simplymuah.wifespeaks.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/feeds/863886126813411457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715971&amp;postID=863886126813411457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/863886126813411457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/863886126813411457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/2011/02/chick-magnet.html' title='Chick Magnet'/><author><name>simply me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9715971.post-4221799217359185969</id><published>2011-02-09T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T13:45:32.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>QOTD : How are babies made?</title><content type='html'>Meg : ' Mommy, when 2 person marry why is it that a baby follow? How do they make a baby?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me - 'Mom and dad make love. Daddy's s. cell meets mommy's egg cell. Then it becomes a baby.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meg - 'But mommy, you don't lay eggs???'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715971-4221799217359185969?l=simplymuah.wifespeaks.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/feeds/4221799217359185969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715971&amp;postID=4221799217359185969&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/4221799217359185969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/4221799217359185969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/2011/02/qotd-how-are-babies-made.html' title='QOTD : How are babies made?'/><author><name>simply me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9715971.post-784233728957317248</id><published>2011-02-04T14:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T14:09:44.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of school. Grade 2.</title><content type='html'>Meg - 'I have to look good today.'&lt;br /&gt;Me - 'And why?'&lt;br /&gt;Meg - 'What do you mean why? Because of Nica!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alamak, garapata love! tapakan ko kaya?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715971-784233728957317248?l=simplymuah.wifespeaks.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/feeds/784233728957317248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715971&amp;postID=784233728957317248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/784233728957317248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/784233728957317248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/2011/02/first-day-of-school-grade-2.html' title='First day of school. Grade 2.'/><author><name>simply me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9715971.post-3967783780704816284</id><published>2011-01-26T14:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T14:11:18.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The faith of a child =).</title><content type='html'>Me- 'Meg, we can't go swimming at lenderderg gorge. looks like rain today.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meg-'We will mom. The sun will come out later. I already prayed.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715971-3967783780704816284?l=simplymuah.wifespeaks.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/feeds/3967783780704816284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715971&amp;postID=3967783780704816284&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/3967783780704816284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/3967783780704816284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/2011/01/faith-of-child.html' title='The faith of a child =).'/><author><name>simply me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9715971.post-837014003651666236</id><published>2011-01-13T19:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T20:00:52.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Knock! Knock!</title><content type='html'>R.S (3yo) - Mom, Knock! Knock!&lt;br /&gt;Muah - Who's there?&lt;br /&gt;R.S. - Mama's boys.&lt;br /&gt;Muah - Mama's boys who?&lt;br /&gt;R.S. - Meg and Bou!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715971-837014003651666236?l=simplymuah.wifespeaks.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/feeds/837014003651666236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715971&amp;postID=837014003651666236&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/837014003651666236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/837014003651666236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/2011/01/knock-knock.html' title='Knock! Knock!'/><author><name>simply me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9715971.post-2116573130033225846</id><published>2011-01-05T14:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T14:15:00.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>P por pasado!</title><content type='html'>Meg: 'mom, you are a very good driver now. you should get your P for practice and remove the L for learning now. ' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope Vicroads think the same way too!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715971-2116573130033225846?l=simplymuah.wifespeaks.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/feeds/2116573130033225846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715971&amp;postID=2116573130033225846&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/2116573130033225846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/2116573130033225846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/2011/01/p-por-pasado.html' title='P por pasado!'/><author><name>simply me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9715971.post-8781346295573444165</id><published>2010-12-31T14:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T14:16:59.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daga daga!</title><content type='html'>Lahat ng xmas gift na binalot ko may kutkot. May isang 3yo na batang sinilip lahat ang laman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Etong bunso ko, na-addict ata sa pagbukas ng regalo. Basta gusto nya lang buksan lahat. Wala sya paki sa laman, basta lang mabuksan. nuninuninu....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715971-8781346295573444165?l=simplymuah.wifespeaks.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/feeds/8781346295573444165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715971&amp;postID=8781346295573444165&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/8781346295573444165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/8781346295573444165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/2010/12/daga-daga.html' title='Daga daga!'/><author><name>simply me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9715971.post-2537173311092072518</id><published>2010-12-29T14:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T14:18:17.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Brother</title><content type='html'>"mom, it's very hard to be a big brother cause you always have to do the right things so that when your baby brother copy you he also do what is right." - meg, 6yo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715971-2537173311092072518?l=simplymuah.wifespeaks.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/feeds/2537173311092072518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715971&amp;postID=2537173311092072518&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/2537173311092072518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/2537173311092072518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/2010/12/big-brother.html' title='Big Brother'/><author><name>simply me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9715971.post-2202555476921304484</id><published>2010-12-14T14:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T14:23:19.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cupid Tree</title><content type='html'>Meg- 'Mom, what does a heart with an arrow means? Does it mean you like a girl? Will Nika get mad if I draw that in her xmas card?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom-(sfeeechless!!!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715971-2202555476921304484?l=simplymuah.wifespeaks.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/feeds/2202555476921304484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715971&amp;postID=2202555476921304484&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/2202555476921304484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/2202555476921304484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/2010/12/cupid-tree.html' title='Cupid Tree'/><author><name>simply me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9715971.post-4982191949656088668</id><published>2010-12-06T14:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T14:25:19.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Xmas Concert</title><content type='html'>Meg after trying on the shepherd boy's custome that I made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Mommy, I am suppose to be a shepherd boy, not a shepherd girl!!!" &lt;br /&gt;Okay fine, second attempt. "Mom, I look like Harry Potter now!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrggggh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715971-4982191949656088668?l=simplymuah.wifespeaks.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/feeds/4982191949656088668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715971&amp;postID=4982191949656088668&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/4982191949656088668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/4982191949656088668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/2010/12/xmas-concert.html' title='Xmas Concert'/><author><name>simply me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9715971.post-7501492471337410069</id><published>2010-12-02T14:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T14:27:09.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Idol si Erap!</title><content type='html'>Mom: "meg, who is you fave superhero?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meg : "ironman."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: "okay, spell it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meg: "oh i think batman is really my favorite superhero."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weather, weather lang yan! =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715971-7501492471337410069?l=simplymuah.wifespeaks.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/feeds/7501492471337410069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715971&amp;postID=7501492471337410069&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/7501492471337410069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/7501492471337410069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/2010/12/idol-si-erap.html' title='Idol si Erap!'/><author><name>simply me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9715971.post-6596337747767939339</id><published>2010-11-29T14:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T14:28:51.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgetful Award</title><content type='html'>Meg: Mommy! Mommy! I got an award in school today. But I forgot for what. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Most Forgetful Award maybe....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meg's award - Student of the week for being a positive member of Grade 1.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715971-6596337747767939339?l=simplymuah.wifespeaks.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/feeds/6596337747767939339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715971&amp;postID=6596337747767939339&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/6596337747767939339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/6596337747767939339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/2010/11/forgetful-award.html' title='Forgetful Award'/><author><name>simply me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9715971.post-3783316965289628343</id><published>2010-11-13T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T14:35:25.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7 year itch!</title><content type='html'>meg-"mom, when will i become a teenager?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me-"another 7 years..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meg-"what?!. 7years?!. that is too long, you are so gonna be old by then!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me-"go to your rooooom!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715971-3783316965289628343?l=simplymuah.wifespeaks.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/feeds/3783316965289628343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715971&amp;postID=3783316965289628343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/3783316965289628343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/3783316965289628343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/2010/11/7-year-itch.html' title='7 year itch!'/><author><name>simply me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9715971.post-1110646624300681450</id><published>2010-11-12T14:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T14:37:27.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kungzhu sweetness</title><content type='html'>kuya meg - "Mom, you are the sweetest mom in the world."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me - "Really now. And what do you want?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kuya meg - "Can you buy me a kungzhu?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me - "nice try. :p"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715971-1110646624300681450?l=simplymuah.wifespeaks.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/feeds/1110646624300681450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715971&amp;postID=1110646624300681450&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/1110646624300681450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/1110646624300681450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/2010/11/kungzhu-sweetness.html' title='kungzhu sweetness'/><author><name>simply me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9715971.post-7885495798256546125</id><published>2010-09-13T14:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T15:03:12.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>buyoy...</title><content type='html'>ang aking bunso ay ke cute. at almost 3 yo, bulol na bulol pa. marama na syang gusto sabihin, di nya lang talaga masabi.. ahahaha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like last time, pinipilit ko painumin ng gatas nya. &lt;br /&gt;Muah : RS, milk...&lt;br /&gt;RS   : ne teks...&lt;br /&gt;Muah : RS, miiiiilk...&lt;br /&gt;RS   : ne teks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lekat, No thanks pala un! ahahaha... at least kahit bulol, me manners.... hehehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715971-7885495798256546125?l=simplymuah.wifespeaks.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/feeds/7885495798256546125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715971&amp;postID=7885495798256546125&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/7885495798256546125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/7885495798256546125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/2010/09/buyoy.html' title='buyoy...'/><author><name>simply me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9715971.post-5351447719256756397</id><published>2010-08-06T15:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T15:29:48.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>100years</title><content type='html'>Meg : "Mom, when you are a hundred years old, do you think you will be in heaven by then?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patayin ba akooooo????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715971-5351447719256756397?l=simplymuah.wifespeaks.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/feeds/5351447719256756397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715971&amp;postID=5351447719256756397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/5351447719256756397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/5351447719256756397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/2010/08/100years.html' title='100years'/><author><name>simply me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9715971.post-7366239015772938521</id><published>2010-08-06T15:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T15:26:36.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wobbly cute!</title><content type='html'>Meg  : "Mom, will I still be pogi if I lose my wobbly tooth?"&lt;br /&gt;Muah : "Of course you will. You will look cute."&lt;br /&gt;Meg  : "Why will I look cute?"&lt;br /&gt;Muah : "I just think kids without front teeth are cute."&lt;br /&gt;Meg  : "So, do you think Lolo Bong is cute?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Lolo bong has no front teeth anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyahahha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715971-7366239015772938521?l=simplymuah.wifespeaks.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/feeds/7366239015772938521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715971&amp;postID=7366239015772938521&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/7366239015772938521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/7366239015772938521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/2010/08/wobbly-cute.html' title='Wobbly cute!'/><author><name>simply me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9715971.post-8599773447083562604</id><published>2010-08-06T14:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T15:02:51.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Think hard. Fight hard.</title><content type='html'>Meg  : "Mom, what makes us jump and run and dance?"&lt;br /&gt;Muah : "Your brain. Our brain controls our body.&lt;br /&gt;Meg  : "Ahhh.. So our brain can tell us to do bad things. &lt;br /&gt;        If your brain tells you to do bad things mommy, &lt;br /&gt;        you have to fight it real hard. Very, very hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muah : "Err, yeah huh...(where did that come from?)"&lt;br /&gt;Dad  : "Well said Meg, well said."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715971-8599773447083562604?l=simplymuah.wifespeaks.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/feeds/8599773447083562604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715971&amp;postID=8599773447083562604&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/8599773447083562604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/8599773447083562604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/2010/08/think-hard-fight-hard.html' title='Think hard. Fight hard.'/><author><name>simply me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9715971.post-2781965911225110132</id><published>2010-06-25T16:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T16:09:47.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're not fat, your thick!</title><content type='html'>Me  : 'Kuya Meg, do you think mommy's fat?'&lt;br /&gt;K.M : 'No, mommy. You're not fat, you're thick!"&lt;br /&gt;Me  : 'Thick? What do  you mean?"&lt;br /&gt;K.M : 'You don't know what thick is? It's the opposite of thin!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grrrrrrr!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715971-2781965911225110132?l=simplymuah.wifespeaks.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/feeds/2781965911225110132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715971&amp;postID=2781965911225110132&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/2781965911225110132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/2781965911225110132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/2010/06/youre-not-fat-your-thick.html' title='You&apos;re not fat, your thick!'/><author><name>simply me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9715971.post-6232715455030810556</id><published>2010-05-03T14:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T15:44:06.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Australians can't.</title><content type='html'>Si kuya M ay nahihilig ngayon mag drawing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked me for a box, para daw sa mga drawings nya. Then he asked me to translate 'No food allowed.' in tagalog. So I told him, 'bawal ang pagkain dito.' or something to that effect. Tinanong ko sya para san, para daw sa box nya. Para daw ung mga titingin e walang food na dala para daw di matapunan ang mga drawings. (Ang sungit huh!) Since bawal sa bahay mag english, at ang box e sa bahay lang naisip nya dapat tagalog ang rule nya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos natigilan, nag-isip. Umiling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ask ko ano problema. At natawa naman ako sa sagot nya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabi nya 'Mom, if I am going to put my rule in tagalog how will our australian visitors understand that ha? I have to put my rule in english, cause our tagalog visitors can understand english. But the australians, they can't read tagalog you know?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay fine! You win this time kiddo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715971-6232715455030810556?l=simplymuah.wifespeaks.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/feeds/6232715455030810556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715971&amp;postID=6232715455030810556&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/6232715455030810556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/6232715455030810556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/2010/05/austalians-cant.html' title='Australians can&apos;t.'/><author><name>simply me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9715971.post-5577827018672334282</id><published>2010-04-29T13:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T13:31:17.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am the best!</title><content type='html'>kagabi habang pinapatulog ko ang aking panganay, he told me...&lt;br /&gt;'Mom, you are the best. Good night.' awwww.... gustong matunaw ng puso ko. sarap pakingan. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715971-5577827018672334282?l=simplymuah.wifespeaks.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/feeds/5577827018672334282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715971&amp;postID=5577827018672334282&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/5577827018672334282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/5577827018672334282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/2010/04/i-am-best.html' title='i am the best!'/><author><name>simply me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9715971.post-3906207493991886151</id><published>2010-04-29T13:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T13:16:22.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>action speaks louder than words.</title><content type='html'>Magbabaon sana ako ng dalawang ponkana. Ang siste nakita ni bunso sa bag ko. So humingi sya. E di binigyan ko ng isa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bunso at age 2 and a half, e hindi pa clear ang salita. Ng binigyan ko ng isa, nagiiyak. So pinipilit ko na isa lang at dapat tigisa kame. He just continued crying.&lt;br /&gt;Since male-late na ako, I have no choice but to just give in and give him the 2 ponkans. When I gave him the 2 ponkans, na touch naman ako sa ginawa nya.&lt;br /&gt;He immediately stopped crying, wiped aways his tears, went to his kuya and said...'Meg, meg...(and he was forcing his kuya to take one of the ponkans.)' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awwww! Ang sweet naman ng bunso ko, naisip nya agad ang kuya nya. He might not be able to express himself in words, but there is no doubt that he loves his kuya. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715971-3906207493991886151?l=simplymuah.wifespeaks.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/feeds/3906207493991886151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715971&amp;postID=3906207493991886151&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/3906207493991886151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/3906207493991886151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/2010/04/action-speaks-louder-than-words.html' title='action speaks louder than words.'/><author><name>simply me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9715971.post-6803261973767325814</id><published>2010-04-08T11:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T11:27:47.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tagalog.</title><content type='html'>gusto namin managalog ang aming mga supling, kaya naman pinipilit namin si k.m na managalog sa bahay. till now, though medyo hirap still he can converse with us in tagalog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sabi ng iba kay bebe boy kame mahihirapan since 8months pa lang sya ng lumipat kame dito.(now he is 2+) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, bebe boy proved them all wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he spilled his drink and screamed...'Mommy!!!! ANTAPON!!!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe, cute. :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715971-6803261973767325814?l=simplymuah.wifespeaks.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/feeds/6803261973767325814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715971&amp;postID=6803261973767325814&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/6803261973767325814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/6803261973767325814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/2010/04/tagalog.html' title='tagalog.'/><author><name>simply me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9715971.post-8132122991672969854</id><published>2010-04-08T11:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T11:16:17.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mean ogres.</title><content type='html'>k.m was watching shrek xmas special. ang nabangit ni shrek that he doesn't celebrate anything. so k.m asked me why is that. without even thinking, i answered 'cause ogres are masungit creatures.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at ang kanyang sumunod na tanong ay ikinainis na naman ng ama. he asked... 'Is dad an ogre? cause he is always masungit.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nyahahahah! asar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715971-8132122991672969854?l=simplymuah.wifespeaks.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/feeds/8132122991672969854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715971&amp;postID=8132122991672969854&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/8132122991672969854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/8132122991672969854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/2010/04/mean-ogres.html' title='mean ogres.'/><author><name>simply me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9715971.post-283151679320850637</id><published>2010-04-08T11:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T11:13:40.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mama's boy.</title><content type='html'>miss ko na ang blog ko pero busy busy busy ever kaya di na-uupdate.anyway, just can't let this pass. super happy ako sa kwento na ito. i can tell it 100 times. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, school holidays ni little boy ko. so mahal decided to have one on one bonding with him. inaya nya sa luna park (theme park) at eto ang kanilang usapan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mahal : k.m, pupunta tayo sa luna park. tayong dalawa lang. si mommy, magaalaga kay bebe boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k.m   : hmmm... pwede bang si mommy na lang kasama ko, at ikaw na lang mag-alaga kay bebe boy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BWAHAHAHAHAHA! tawang tawa talaga ako. asar ang ama. hahaha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i soooo love this boy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715971-283151679320850637?l=simplymuah.wifespeaks.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/feeds/283151679320850637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715971&amp;postID=283151679320850637&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/283151679320850637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/283151679320850637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/2010/04/mamas-boy.html' title='mama&apos;s boy.'/><author><name>simply me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9715971.post-1449271751774889892</id><published>2010-02-01T15:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T15:04:19.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mamasi</title><content type='html'>one time binilhan ko ng  thomas the train si bunso sa grocery.&lt;br /&gt;aba ng bumalik ako sa grocery, natandaan nya. papasok pa lang sa grocery e nagsisigaw na ng 'mamasi' (that is thomas the train for him :p) &lt;br /&gt;kinaray ang ama nya sa mamasi corner at pumili na ng mamasi na gusto nya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsk! tsk! kabahan na ba kame di pa man nagsasalita e marunong na magturo?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715971-1449271751774889892?l=simplymuah.wifespeaks.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/feeds/1449271751774889892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715971&amp;postID=1449271751774889892&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/1449271751774889892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/1449271751774889892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/2010/02/mamasi.html' title='mamasi'/><author><name>simply me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9715971.post-8743405758410642792</id><published>2010-01-24T00:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T00:16:33.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bolero</title><content type='html'>k.m. - 'Mommy, did you cut your hair?'&lt;br /&gt;me   - 'No.'&lt;br /&gt;k.m. - 'You look nice.'&lt;br /&gt;k.m  - 'Mommy, you look beautiful.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.....maniniwala ba ako or kabahan na sa hihingin nya?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715971-8743405758410642792?l=simplymuah.wifespeaks.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/feeds/8743405758410642792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715971&amp;postID=8743405758410642792&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/8743405758410642792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/8743405758410642792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/2010/01/bolero.html' title='Bolero'/><author><name>simply me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9715971.post-547625155755251166</id><published>2010-01-24T00:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T00:11:00.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dugong Bughaw</title><content type='html'>k.m-'i want blue.'&lt;br /&gt;me-'tagalog.' &lt;br /&gt;k.m-'but there's no tagalog for blue!' &lt;br /&gt;me-'asul' &lt;br /&gt;k.m-'that's spanish you know?' &lt;br /&gt;me-'k, fine. bughaw!' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dagukan ko to e.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715971-547625155755251166?l=simplymuah.wifespeaks.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/feeds/547625155755251166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715971&amp;postID=547625155755251166&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/547625155755251166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/547625155755251166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/2010/01/dugong-bughaw.html' title='Dugong Bughaw'/><author><name>simply me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9715971.post-4867928607603076652</id><published>2010-01-05T12:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T12:15:33.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just fat. Just fat.</title><content type='html'>Kuya M     -'Mommy, why is  your tummy big?'&lt;br /&gt;Simplymuah -'Maybe there's a baby inside.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pokes mommy's tummy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuya M     -'Nah, it's soft. I think it's just fat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bigwasan ko kaya ang kutonglupa na to?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715971-4867928607603076652?l=simplymuah.wifespeaks.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/feeds/4867928607603076652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715971&amp;postID=4867928607603076652&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/4867928607603076652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/4867928607603076652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/2010/01/just-fat-just-fat.html' title='Just fat. Just fat.'/><author><name>simply me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9715971.post-6069784402559944378</id><published>2009-12-30T22:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T22:32:35.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Kissing of Friends!</title><content type='html'>After some beso-beso with lumen friends in Sydney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K.Meg - 'Mommy, why do you kiss your friends? That's ewwww!"&lt;br /&gt;Mommy - 'Why do you say it's ewww?'&lt;br /&gt;K.Meg - 'Cause pretend they didn't brush their teeth, then you will get their germs.'&lt;br /&gt;Mommy - 'But I'm sure they brushed their teeth.'&lt;br /&gt;K.Meg - 'Kiss only members of your family, cause if you kiss someone it means you love them.'&lt;br /&gt;Mommy - 'I love my friends.'&lt;br /&gt;K.Meg - 'If you love them, you have to marry them so no more kissing of friends, only members of the family, Ok?'&lt;br /&gt;K.Meg - 'Say OK!'&lt;br /&gt;Mommy - 'Okay...'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715971-6069784402559944378?l=simplymuah.wifespeaks.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/feeds/6069784402559944378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715971&amp;postID=6069784402559944378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/6069784402559944378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/6069784402559944378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/2009/12/no-kissing-of-friends.html' title='No Kissing of Friends!'/><author><name>simply me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9715971.post-765712103916941291</id><published>2009-12-17T19:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T19:49:05.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>emotional torture!</title><content type='html'>last time, pag inaaway ni little boy si bunso, ang panakot ko e ipapamigay ko na si bunso. nag backfire sa akin. kanina since magkaaway sila, sabi ni kuya ipamigay na daw si bunso. at dahil lang un sa isang candy cane. haaaay.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at dahil si kuya ang ayaw mamigay sabi ko sya na ang papamigay ko. naku awang awa ako sa itsura. grabe ang iyak at sabi ng sabi ayaw daw nya iba mommy at mami-miss nya ko. pero syempre, sabi ko ayaw ko sa madamot na anak kaya ipapamigay ko na sya.&lt;br /&gt;ayun, mega promise na di na daw nya papamigay kapatid nya at mags-share na daw sya. &lt;br /&gt;susmio, hangang kelan kaya effective ito. baka next time i-call ang bluff ko e yari na naman ako. :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715971-765712103916941291?l=simplymuah.wifespeaks.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/feeds/765712103916941291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715971&amp;postID=765712103916941291&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/765712103916941291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/765712103916941291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/2009/12/emotional-torture.html' title='emotional torture!'/><author><name>simply me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9715971.post-8431229300602486024</id><published>2009-12-09T09:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T09:36:49.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Xmas Concert</title><content type='html'>Kahapon umattend kame ng xmas concert nila little boy.&lt;br /&gt;Alam ko kakanta ung klase nila ng walang kamatayang Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer. &lt;br /&gt;Dahil walang humpay ang pagkanta nya nun habang sya ay naliligo. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;Susmio, sila ang last na nagperform. Kaya naman si Cousin E at bebe R e nagwawala na kalagitnaan pa lang ng show. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, nabigla kame ni mahal kasi me performance pa pala si little boy. Me banda pala sya sa school at tumugtog sila ng jingle bells. Ang instrument nya, tambourin! hehehe, ang cute! (Syempre anak ko, haha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala lang tuwa lang ako. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715971-8431229300602486024?l=simplymuah.wifespeaks.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/feeds/8431229300602486024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715971&amp;postID=8431229300602486024&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/8431229300602486024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/8431229300602486024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/2009/12/xmas-concert.html' title='Xmas Concert'/><author><name>simply me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9715971.post-5824946922273766221</id><published>2009-12-03T14:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T14:38:04.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grrr!</title><content type='html'>Tumawag si mahal. Tinawagan daw sya ng daycare ni R.S. at sabi sa kanya me kumagat. Well, di naman malala. Sa balikat lang. Mukha naman okay lang sya. Hindi nila sinasabi kung sino kumagat. Suggestion ng friend ko, kunin ko daw ung bite marks at ipapa molde nya sa ate nyang dentista para ma identify namin ang salarin. Lol! &lt;br /&gt;Sa susunod... hehehe... errr.. wala na sanang sumunod!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715971-5824946922273766221?l=simplymuah.wifespeaks.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/feeds/5824946922273766221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715971&amp;postID=5824946922273766221&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/5824946922273766221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/5824946922273766221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/2009/12/grrr.html' title='Grrr!'/><author><name>simply me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9715971.post-3760568486157128710</id><published>2009-12-03T09:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T09:46:03.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wiiiii!</title><content type='html'>Kuya : "Mom, do you know that a wii is $400. And do you know that $400 is a lot of money."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy : "Is that what you want for christmas?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuya : "Nah, it's just $400 waste of money."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy : "Good thinking."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuya : "Can we have a puppy instead?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy : "Good try."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715971-3760568486157128710?l=simplymuah.wifespeaks.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/feeds/3760568486157128710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715971&amp;postID=3760568486157128710&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/3760568486157128710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/3760568486157128710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/2009/12/wiiiii.html' title='Wiiiii!'/><author><name>simply me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9715971.post-3389700195537815455</id><published>2009-12-03T09:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T09:43:16.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peek-a-booh!</title><content type='html'>Kuya : "Mommy, you know one of my boy classmate peeked under one of my girl classmates skirt to see her undies."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: "Don't do that hah, that's not nice. You don't want others peeking on your undie yeah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuya : "But mom, how can they peek at me? I wear pants!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smarty pants! HMP!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715971-3389700195537815455?l=simplymuah.wifespeaks.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/feeds/3389700195537815455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715971&amp;postID=3389700195537815455&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/3389700195537815455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/3389700195537815455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/2009/12/peek-booh.html' title='Peek-a-booh!'/><author><name>simply me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9715971.post-5466826070694003034</id><published>2009-11-05T17:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T17:49:13.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'>daycare cause i care!</title><content type='html'>ang lame ng title ko. wala ako maisip e. hehe&lt;br /&gt;kahapon nag start si little bebe(na hindi na bebe) sa daycare. &lt;br /&gt;kala ko mae-emote ako. nagfe-feeling ako! e ni ha, ni ho di man lang ako binigyan ng aking iho. pag dating pa lang namin dun, ng makakita ng bata e aba kinalimutan ng kasama ako. hinawakan nya lang kamay ko, tumingin sa akin, tapos tumakbo na sa sandpit. tagal ko pa bago umalis, umasa na maalala nya ako. wala! napanis lang ang beauty ko. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;part of me sad na iwan sya dun, part of me proud na kaya na nya out there without me and daddy. sabi daw nung teacher ke hubby pagkasundo nya, sigurado daw ba kame na first time ni little bebe sa daycare. such an easy child daw. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaya lang paguwi, me kalmot sa mukha. tinanong ko kung me kumalmot sa kanya, umiling naman. tanong ko kung enjoy ba sya sa daycare, sabi nya oo. ng makatulog, nanaginip sumisigaw at tawa ng tawa. siguro nanaginip na nasa daycare. kanina pag gising nya, ask ko 'sino gusto sa daycare?' sumagot agad ng 'meeeee!' so i think, happy sya dun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaninang pag-alis namin, nakakatuwa sya tignan, hila hila nya ung bag nya. ayaw pahawak sa amin. gusto nya sya magdala. cute-cute. tapos pagdating sa daycare nila, nagmamadali pumasok sa room nila. pag-pasok, wala kinalimutan na naman ako. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pag-uwi lang nila umiyak kasi yung trains nya nakita nya hawak na nung isang bata. hindi naman makuha ni hubby kasi di sya sigurado na kay rou yun. kaya ayun mula daycare hangang dito sa house, nagiiyak. buti na lang meron ako sa kanya train na binili ulit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hay laki na rin ni little bebe ko. ang bilis bilis naman nila lumaki.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715971-5466826070694003034?l=simplymuah.wifespeaks.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/feeds/5466826070694003034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715971&amp;postID=5466826070694003034&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/5466826070694003034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/5466826070694003034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/2009/11/daycare-cause-i-care.html' title='daycare cause i care!'/><author><name>simply me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9715971.post-6715322107673734477</id><published>2009-10-26T05:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T07:39:05.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>triple celeb!</title><content type='html'>little bebe turned 2 today. so officially, he's not a bebe anymore. ahuhuhu.&lt;br /&gt;Nag mini party kame last Saturday. We had a sea-of-fun themed party. (His invite read as : Our fROUnder is turning TWO-na!) First time ko ata natapos magluto on time bago dumating ang mga bisita. Lagi kasi ako inaabutan ng mga bisita na amoy ginisa pa. ahehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my little bebe had fun. Ni hindi natulog maghapon. He was active the whole day. Nakikigulo at nakiki-barag sa mga older kiddos. Party started early (3pm) and ended early as well. At 8pm, wala na ata kame bisita. Ewan ko ba naman kung kelan maaga ko natapos lahat at maaga natapos ang party, saka naman bumigay ang katawan ko. By the end of the day, wala na kong boses. Had to call in sick the following Monday. (Which is  good kasi it is little bebe's actual birthday, so I was with him the whole day.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on the same day, nakita ko ang note ng teacher ni little boy. Me award na naman sya na matatangap sa assembly nila! Wohhhhooo! This time its for using his imagination and great in describing words when writing creative stories. At dahil blog ko to, aakuin ko na sa akin nagmana! ahahaha. Kung me reklamo ang ama, e aba gumawa sya ng sarili nyang blog. Nyahaha.  Syempre, stage mother as ever kahit masama pakiramdam at titigok tigok ang boses e ala sugod sa eskwela. Hindi ko hahayaang ma-miss ang awarding ng aking iho. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And kaya triple celeb ay dahil back to work force na si mahal. First day nya sa work. Mukang nakapasa na kame sa trial ni Lord. At unti unti na nya dinidinig ang aming panalangin. =) He really knows the desires of our heart and gives it to us in his own perfect timing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715971-6715322107673734477?l=simplymuah.wifespeaks.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/feeds/6715322107673734477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715971&amp;postID=6715322107673734477&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/6715322107673734477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/6715322107673734477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/2009/10/triple-celeb.html' title='triple celeb!'/><author><name>simply me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9715971.post-9146776895843492531</id><published>2009-10-23T19:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T19:36:45.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I resign!</title><content type='html'>Just rendered my resignation today. &lt;br /&gt;It gave me mixed emotions. Happy for the reason why I am leaving. Sad that I am. &lt;br /&gt;Happy with this company but just have to do what a mom/wife's gotta do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715971-9146776895843492531?l=simplymuah.wifespeaks.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/feeds/9146776895843492531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715971&amp;postID=9146776895843492531&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/9146776895843492531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/9146776895843492531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/2009/10/i-resign.html' title='I resign!'/><author><name>simply me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9715971.post-6993814545638675785</id><published>2009-10-22T19:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T19:51:19.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>our beloved conveyancer.</title><content type='html'>Our beloved conveyancer was supposed to call us today to let us know if our land has been settled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4PM, still no call so hubby called her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said she was out of office and told hubby she would call back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what?!... Still  no call as of this writing! Grrrrr!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715971-6993814545638675785?l=simplymuah.wifespeaks.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/feeds/6993814545638675785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715971&amp;postID=6993814545638675785&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/6993814545638675785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/6993814545638675785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/2009/10/our-beloved-conveyancer.html' title='our beloved conveyancer.'/><author><name>simply me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9715971.post-4434814745395759633</id><published>2009-10-20T15:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T16:04:37.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turning TWO!</title><content type='html'>Our little bebe is turning two next Monday. Huhuhu...I've officially lost my baby. &lt;br /&gt;Parang kahapon lang mega emote pa ako sa aaruga, ngayon nakikipagtalo na ang kutong lupa! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meron kame mini-party for him on Saturday to celebrate his milestone. Ang tanga ko lang, nag send out ako ng invites ng walang party details. After realizing it, I sent out another batch and duhhh! still no details. Hahaha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Dear, sign of growing old... Pano na kaya kung meron na bebe # 3! Baka di ko na maalala mag-celebrate! hehehe. Wag naman. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715971-4434814745395759633?l=simplymuah.wifespeaks.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/feeds/4434814745395759633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715971&amp;postID=4434814745395759633&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/4434814745395759633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/4434814745395759633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/2009/10/turning-two.html' title='Turning TWO!'/><author><name>simply me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9715971.post-3227631121488977186</id><published>2009-10-08T09:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T11:20:24.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heaven and earth</title><content type='html'>Kahapon, pagkahatid kay kuya on my way to work napadaan kame sa isang road accident.  (Hatid ako ni mahal, with bunso on the back-seat)&lt;br /&gt;Napaisip ako bigla, pano kung maaksidente kame and thinking of the worst, what if di na kame makabalik kay kuya para sumundo. Naisip ko, magagalit kaya sya sa mundo. Matatangap kaya nya na wala na sya mommy at daddy. So naisip ko dapat alam nya na ang buhay e parang life. Pwede anytime bawiin sayo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So kinagabihan, bago matulog kinausap ko sya. Sabi ko sa kanya na pag nawala kame bigla, wag sya magagalit sa mundo. Dapat good boy pa rin sya, at dapat alagaan nya ang kapatid nya. Yep, I also think too much for a 5yo to comprehend pero buti na ung at least kahit papano prepared sya. So sabi ko, asa heaven lang kame always watching him from a distance. Then I asked him kung gusto ba nya na sa Ninang V at Ninong D sya titira. Sabi nya okay daw so that she can play with cousin E. (Would have wanted them to go with my parents, kaya lang kung nag-aaral pa sila I think better na mag continue sila dito sa OZ) I can feel na medyo croaky na ang voice nya. Naiiyak na siguro kasi sabi ko di na kame babalik. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos ask nya kung bakit di na kame babalik, sabi ko ganun talaga. Pag umakyat na sa heaven, di na babalik. Sabi ko magiging old din sya tapos sya din pupunta sa langit, so dun na kame magkikita ulit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then sabi ko pwede rin na sya ang mauna sa heaven, sabi ko pag nangyari yun bantayan nya rin kame from above. Medyo natuliro sya. Maiyak iyak na sya, pero natawa ako sa sagot nya. Sabi nya, "Mommy, pano ko kayo babantayan. Like pag pumunta kayo sa pinoy store, e di sasakay kayo kay Sally(our car) e di hindi ko na kayo mahahabol kasi mabagal ako mag walk?" -- bata pa nga sya. hehe -- Sabi ko pag nasa heaven sya, too high na sya. So makikita nya kahit san pumunta si Sally. Natawa ako ulit sa sagot nya, sabi nya 'Mommy, if I am too high, pano ko na kayo makikita e magiging parang ant na kayo nun sa liit!' Nyahaha! nga naman. Sabi ko e di gumamit ka ng magniflying glass! Sabi nya, Oh ok. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dasal ko lang, sana bago kame kunin ni Lord e me sarili na pamilya ang mga little boys ko para may kapalit na kame.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715971-3227631121488977186?l=simplymuah.wifespeaks.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/feeds/3227631121488977186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715971&amp;postID=3227631121488977186&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/3227631121488977186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/3227631121488977186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/2009/10/heaven-and-earth.html' title='Heaven and earth'/><author><name>simply me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9715971.post-1567540158619853664</id><published>2009-10-01T11:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T11:50:25.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unos left, right and center.</title><content type='html'>Typhoon here, tsunami there and earthquake everywhere. Scary. Parang galit na galit na si mother earth. Sobrang depressing ang mga news ngayon. =( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabi nila bad-luck-comes-in-threes, so sana naman tapos na ang wake-up call ni mother earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our prayers goes to those who have been affected by these natural disasters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715971-1567540158619853664?l=simplymuah.wifespeaks.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/feeds/1567540158619853664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715971&amp;postID=1567540158619853664&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/1567540158619853664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/1567540158619853664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/2009/10/unos-left-right-and-center.html' title='Unos left, right and center.'/><author><name>simply me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9715971.post-8338487586248331863</id><published>2009-09-30T09:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T10:29:41.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rape Case</title><content type='html'>I have been following (actually more of read some) this case about Mr. Roman Polanski. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me for my ignorance, pero hindi ko maarok, maintindihan at di ko maunawaan kung bakit sila kumukuha ng signatures para pakawalan sya. Goodness... Rape kaya ang kaso nya! Hindi porke talentado sya e okay ng pakawalan sya. I know, he is innocent until proven guilty. Pero di ba inamin na nya na he did it. At kahit hindi pa man, kailangan pa rin nya bumalik sa korte para malitis at para i-prove na sya ay inosente. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang siste pala e kung talentada ako, pwede na ako gumawa ng crime, magtago ng ilang taon and voila! isang araw, pwede ng hindi malitis sa korte. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is rape. There is no excuse for that. The child, kahit na sabihin pang adult na ngayon, will be forever scarred by that. I am not condemning the sinner. I am condemning the sin. A sin that he needs to pay for kung ginawa nga nya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13yo... my, my, my....  when I was 13 nakikipaglaro pa ako nun sa mga kapwa ko bata. Di ko ma-imagine ang takot para dun sa bata. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715971-8338487586248331863?l=simplymuah.wifespeaks.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/feeds/8338487586248331863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715971&amp;postID=8338487586248331863&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/8338487586248331863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/8338487586248331863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/2009/09/rape-case.html' title='Rape Case'/><author><name>simply me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9715971.post-5840209851902200993</id><published>2009-09-25T17:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T18:14:07.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ayaw ko ng mainit!</title><content type='html'>"Ayaw ko ng masikip, ayaw ko ng mainit, ayaw ko ng mabaho. Ayaw ko ng putik." --Maricel Soriano (can't remember what movie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eto ang version ng little boy ko na hindi ko alam kung kanino nag-mana ng pagkaselan at nuknukan ng kaartehan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mommy, ayaw ko na bumalik sa Singapore. Ayaw ko dun kasi mainit. Nasusunog ako. Nabu-burn ako ng sun." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gusto ko sagutin ng--E kung sinisilaban kaya kita ng matigil ang kaartehan mo? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hayyyy... is this the same kid 6months ago who told me this --'Mommy balik na tayo ng Singapore, ayaw ko na dito ang lamig lamig. Tignan mo ang hands ko ang tigas na, di ko na magalaw. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sala sa init, sala sa lamig! Aiyoh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715971-5840209851902200993?l=simplymuah.wifespeaks.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/feeds/5840209851902200993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715971&amp;postID=5840209851902200993&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/5840209851902200993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/5840209851902200993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/2009/09/ayaw-ko-ng-mainit.html' title='Ayaw ko ng mainit!'/><author><name>simply me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9715971.post-5957042952682078344</id><published>2009-09-18T23:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T00:13:11.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Incentive Award - August</title><content type='html'>Kanina andito ang aming Team Lead. Binigyan ako ng 2 movie tickets. Thank you daw for working hard. Kala ko naman bday gift. Tapos pag alis nya nakita ko name ko sa screen. Ako ang Incentive Awardee for the month of August. Yey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero ano kaya ang ginawa ko para maisip nila na ako ang incentive awardee? I wonder. Mwehehehe. :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715971-5957042952682078344?l=simplymuah.wifespeaks.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/feeds/5957042952682078344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715971&amp;postID=5957042952682078344&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/5957042952682078344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/5957042952682078344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/2009/09/incentive-award-august.html' title='Incentive Award - August'/><author><name>simply me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9715971.post-3047259308410787840</id><published>2009-09-18T23:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T23:51:01.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My bebeng gala</title><content type='html'>Ang aking si bunso, di pa man marunong magsalita e sobra na sa pagka-gala.Basta nakita ang daddy nya na nasa garahe, nakupo natataranta na un sa paghanap ng shoes nya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kanina, nasa garahe ulit ang daddy. Dali dali punta sa shoe cabinet at nagsuot ng sapatos, e nakita ata na nagbukas na ng kotse si daddy nya. Ayun, tumakbo na! Yung isang sapatos naka-suot. Ung isa, hawak hawak nya. At nagsisigaw ng "Daddyyyyy! Daddyyyyy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, ang cute nya tignan. Takot na takot maiwan. Tsk! Tsk! Mukang eto ang mauunang umalis sa poder ko a.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715971-3047259308410787840?l=simplymuah.wifespeaks.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/feeds/3047259308410787840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715971&amp;postID=3047259308410787840&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/3047259308410787840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/3047259308410787840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/2009/09/my-bebeng-gala.html' title='My bebeng gala'/><author><name>simply me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9715971.post-5992191761765578215</id><published>2009-09-18T23:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T23:45:06.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagalog - Part II</title><content type='html'>Bago umalis kanina...&lt;br /&gt;Little boy : Mommy, Where are we going?&lt;br /&gt;Mommy : Nasa bahay tagalog.&lt;br /&gt;Little boy : oh men.... MAMA, san tayo pupunta?&lt;br /&gt;Mommy : Bakit MAMA?&lt;br /&gt;Little boy : eh sabi mo tagalog di ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;Sa kotse naman, english na naman si little boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little boy : Mommy, what is the...&lt;br /&gt;Mommy : Tagalog.&lt;br /&gt;Little boy : Mommy, what is the...&lt;br /&gt;Mommy : Sinabi ng tagalog.&lt;br /&gt;Little boy : But Mommy...&lt;br /&gt;Mommy : Di ba sinabi ng tagalog. Hindi na kita sasagutin hanga't di ka nanagalog.&lt;br /&gt;        Naiintindihan mo ba?&lt;br /&gt;Little boy : hayyy.... OPO, NANAY.  &lt;br /&gt;Mommy : Nang-iinis ka ba?&lt;br /&gt;Little boy : Bakit? Sabi mo tagalog di ba? hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little boy : Nanay, ano po ang.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minsan isang araw makakatikim na talaga ng kotong sakin to e!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715971-5992191761765578215?l=simplymuah.wifespeaks.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/feeds/5992191761765578215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715971&amp;postID=5992191761765578215&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/5992191761765578215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/5992191761765578215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/2009/09/tagalog-part-ii.html' title='Tagalog - Part II'/><author><name>simply me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9715971.post-5346703772689114371</id><published>2009-09-16T23:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T22:57:43.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to me!</title><content type='html'>33 things to be thankful for on my 33rd Birthday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am thankful for...my poging driver, sweet lover.(na matyagang nagsu-sundot hatid sa akin araw araw bukod pa sa pagiging responsable at mahal ako.)&lt;br /&gt;2. I am thankful for...my matalinong panganay(na talaga namang sinusubukan ang aking mga brain cells.)&lt;br /&gt;3. I am thankful for...my poging bunso na manang mana sa akin. (oo, pogi rin ako. hehe)&lt;br /&gt;4. I am thankful for...my ever loving family in pinas. (miss ko na sila!)&lt;br /&gt;5. I am thankful for...my ever supportive friends. (baka nalowka na ako kung wala sila)&lt;br /&gt;6. I am thankful for...my creative talent that I am finding to be of good use now. (careerin na talaga ang pagiging talentada!)&lt;br /&gt;7. I am thankful for...my job. (lalo na sa panahon ngayon na ang hirap maghanap ng work)&lt;br /&gt;8. I am thankful for...the 4 seasons - dahil ano man ang pinagda-daanan ko naiisip ko, just like winter, spring, summer or fall, lilipas din ito. weather weather lang talaga lahat.&lt;br /&gt;9. I am thankful for...the house that we are building. &lt;br /&gt;10. I am thankful for...our pristine health. - kahit na medyo a little bit oberweyt on the side. &lt;br /&gt;11. I am thankful for...the stress that is bestowed  upon me - as it is still manageable, just making my life a little bit more exiting. &lt;br /&gt;12. I am thankful for...the trials - as it has made us closer as a couple.&lt;br /&gt;13. I am thankful for...the pains - may it be physical or emotional pain,it is making us stronger.&lt;br /&gt;14. I am thankful for...every meal that we have. &lt;br /&gt;15. I am thankful for...every sunrise that I see, it means I am still alive. &lt;br /&gt;16. I am thankful for...every sunset that I see, for tomorrow is another day.&lt;br /&gt;17. I am thankful for...yesterday. It created another set of memmories. &lt;br /&gt;18. I am thankful for...today. As it is a time to do something new. &lt;br /&gt;19. I am thankful for...tomorrow. It is another chance to finish whatever you've started. &lt;br /&gt;20. I am thankful for...new clients. &lt;br /&gt;21. I am thankful for...my past experiences. It made me the person who I am today. &lt;br /&gt;22. I am thankful for...the things that I haven't experienced yet. It makes me look forward for the years to come.&lt;br /&gt;23. I am thankful for...winter. Sarap makipag siksikan sa bed kasama ang 3 boys. &lt;br /&gt;24. I am thankful for...summer. Sarap mag enjoy sa beach.&lt;br /&gt;25. I am thankful for...spring. Makes you to stop and smell the flowers. &lt;br /&gt;26. I am thankful for...fall. Makes you realize that "falling" couldn't be that bad and it could be the nicest and most colorful thing that could happen to you.&lt;br /&gt;27. I am thankful for...my age. It means I have live for 33 good years. &lt;br /&gt;28. I am thankful for...my life. It wasn't easy but it sure was worth living. &lt;br /&gt;29. I am thankful for...the things that I have right now. It really is more than enough. &lt;br /&gt;30. I am thankful for...the roof above our head. - kahit na me leak. ehehehe. &lt;br /&gt;31. I am thankful for...the clothes that is keeping us warm. &lt;br /&gt;32. I am thankful for...love that is within my family.&lt;br /&gt;33. I am thankful for...all the blessings that I have received. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has been very good to me.  For that I am thankful.... really grateful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715971-5346703772689114371?l=simplymuah.wifespeaks.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/feeds/5346703772689114371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715971&amp;postID=5346703772689114371&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/5346703772689114371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/5346703772689114371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/2009/09/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to me!'/><author><name>simply me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9715971.post-8112043039921133172</id><published>2009-09-14T22:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T23:01:20.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Filipino!</title><content type='html'>Ang aking si little boy ay nahihirapan na magsalita ng tagalog. So ang rule namin ngayon, sa bahay at kotse dapat tagalog lang ang salita.E nags-struggle na talaga sya. Sabi ko kailangan nya matuto pa rin ng tagalog dahil pag umuwi sya ng pilipinas walang kakausap sa kanya. Eto ang aming naging usapan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy : Kailangan mo anak managalog dahil walang kakausap sayo sa pinas.&lt;br /&gt;Little boy : Bakit?&lt;br /&gt;Mommy : Kasi hindi lahat sila nag-eenglish. Tagalog ang salita dun. &lt;br /&gt;Little boy : Sino nga mommy yung may spiky brown hair sa kabilang room? &lt;br /&gt;Mommy : Si tom? (British BF ni Tita Kristy.) &lt;br /&gt;Little boy : Yes si Tom. E bakit sya laging nag-eenglish dun? &lt;br /&gt;Mommy : E kasi hindi naman sya Filipino. British un. English talaga salita nya.&lt;br /&gt;Little boy : E di sya na lang kakausapin ko!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hetong batang to, gusto ata talaga makatikim ng konyat, kutos at kotong Filipino style!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715971-8112043039921133172?l=simplymuah.wifespeaks.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/feeds/8112043039921133172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715971&amp;postID=8112043039921133172&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/8112043039921133172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/8112043039921133172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/2009/09/filipino.html' title='Filipino!'/><author><name>simply me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9715971.post-8557640910483553668</id><published>2009-09-04T06:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T08:13:02.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer Night</title><content type='html'>Last night was little boy's Camp Day and Pyjama Prayer night. Aside from the kids, parents were also required to attend in pyjamas. Game sana ako kaya lang di naman kame ni mahal nagpa-pajama sa gabi. Shirt and shorts lang kame kung matulog at kung malamig e jogging pants. So shirt and jogging pants lang suot namin. (Sabi ko di tayo mukang matutulog, mukha tayo mag eexercise pagkagising. mwehehhee) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the day camp, pinagawa sila ng letter. And this is what little boy wrote for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i laf my mummy and my daddy. vecoz vey gime me xoxoxoxoxoxo." - &lt;br /&gt;(Me dugong german ata anak ko. hehe. me v and f depect. :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He read it as: &lt;br /&gt;I love my mommy and daddy because they give me hug and kiss and hug and kiss and hug ang kiss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then may drawing na 3 tao (one big man, one in pigtails, one small boy) in front of a building with a yellow logo and a car parked in front. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ask ko sya ano ung drawing nya. He said the big man is daddy, the small boy is me and the girl with long hair is mommy. The car parked is Sally(our car). And we are in front of McDonalds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakakatuwa isipin na simpleng bagay para sa amin ni mahal, pero niche-cherish pala ng aking iho ang pag-punta namin sa Mcdo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, napansin ko kulang ang drawing. Sabi ko nasan na si bunso namin? (Mukang nakalimutan or siguro pindrawing lang ni teacher e sila at parents kasi ang parents pinagbawalan dalhin ang any sibling sa prayer  night kasi daw "me" time nila yun with the parents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabi ko, nasan na si bunso? Iniwan mo sa loob ng car?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabi nya "Hindi! Bawal iwan ang baby sa loob ng car mag-isa. Asa loob pa sya ng tummy mo. Hindi pa sya nalabas."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mwehehehe. Witty answer my boy. :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715971-8557640910483553668?l=simplymuah.wifespeaks.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/feeds/8557640910483553668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715971&amp;postID=8557640910483553668&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/8557640910483553668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/8557640910483553668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/2009/09/prayer-night.html' title='Prayer Night'/><author><name>simply me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9715971.post-6640794260772399277</id><published>2009-09-01T08:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T09:02:40.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who wouldn't wanna cook?</title><content type='html'>Matapos ko makipag-buno sa mga kaserola, little boy came up to me... tap me on the shoulder and said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I am so proud of you mommy. You cooked two of my yummy favorites. I am so proud of you.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awwwww! Iluto lahat ng hilaw! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**ang niluto ko portuguese tart at soup!:p **&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715971-6640794260772399277?l=simplymuah.wifespeaks.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/feeds/6640794260772399277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715971&amp;postID=6640794260772399277&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/6640794260772399277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/6640794260772399277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/2009/09/who-wouldnt-wanna-cook.html' title='Who wouldn&apos;t wanna cook?'/><author><name>simply me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9715971.post-5782038843161840214</id><published>2009-08-20T22:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T01:43:19.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Animal</title><content type='html'>My assignment si little boy para sa show and tell. Pinapili sila ng animal at need nila alamin kung ano ang tawag sa baby nito. At ang kanyang napili... LIZARD! Anak ng butiki namam oh! Tama ba naman un, sa dinami dami ng animal e lizard pa ang napili. Susmio mahabagin. So mega research si mommy.  At and nakita ko lang ay hatchlings (daw) ang tawag ayon kay askwiki. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sinabi ko kay little boy ang aking nalakap sa internet. Sabi nya hindi daw, hatchlings daw ang tawag when the animals is just about to come out of their eggs. (I think what he meant was hatching.) Sabi nya alam na daw nya ang tawag sa baby lizard, and it came out from his brain daw. So I asked what it was, he said it is called a.... BABY LIZARD! oh well, me  katukwiran naman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So nagpresent na nga sya sa school, sabi daw ni classmate 1 at ni classmate 2 that baby lizards are called hatchlings. (siguro sabi rin sa kanila ni askwiki, hehe)Anyway, sabi daw nya ay Hindi daw, baby lizard lang daw. And sabi din daw ni teacher, it is just baby lizard. Buti naman at nakuha nya sa magandang usapan unlike the other time that somebody &lt;a href="http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/2008/01/my-school-boy.html"&gt;disagreed with him&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ask ko pa kung ano sinabi nya sya show and tell aside from the life cycle diagram na ni-print ni mommy para sa kanya. At eto daw ang sinabi nya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little boy : Do you know that there are special kinds of lizards? They are called african lizards. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, tanong namin why are they special? (At ngayon ko lang narinig tong mga african lizards na ito.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little boy: Because, THEY LIVE IN AFRICA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyahahahha! Nga naman mommy! :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715971-5782038843161840214?l=simplymuah.wifespeaks.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/feeds/5782038843161840214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715971&amp;postID=5782038843161840214&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/5782038843161840214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/5782038843161840214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/2009/08/baby-animal.html' title='Baby Animal'/><author><name>simply me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9715971.post-5874071846779625647</id><published>2009-08-20T01:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T02:34:04.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More on Prayer</title><content type='html'>Aside from the prayer taught from school, I am also teaching little boy to have his own personal prayer. And this is how it went...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy : Give thanks for all your blessings nakong.&lt;br /&gt;Little boy : Thank you Jesus for all the blessings. Thank you for my toys. Thank you for the food. Thank you for the moon. Thank you for the sunshine. Thank you for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy : Ask Jesus to bless your family. &lt;br /&gt;Little boy : Bless mommy. Bless Daddy. Bless baby brother. Bless me. Bless our house, make it always safe. Bless Sally (our car) make the road always safe for her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy : Tell Jesus your sorry for your sins.&lt;br /&gt;Little boy : But mommy, I didn't do any sins today. I'll say sorry tomorrow. Okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715971-5874071846779625647?l=simplymuah.wifespeaks.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/feeds/5874071846779625647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715971&amp;postID=5874071846779625647&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/5874071846779625647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/5874071846779625647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/2009/08/more-on-prayer.html' title='More on Prayer'/><author><name>simply me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9715971.post-762424599506235068</id><published>2009-08-20T01:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T01:55:45.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer of a 5yo Child</title><content type='html'>This is the prayer of my 5yo boy. &lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Dear God, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever I do today, I want to do for you.&lt;br /&gt;At school, at home, at play, Bless everyone I meet today.&lt;br /&gt;And may all have a happy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Father, who are in heaven, &lt;br /&gt;Hallowed be my Name. &lt;br /&gt;My kingdom come. &lt;br /&gt;My will be done, &lt;br /&gt;On earth as it is in heaven. &lt;br /&gt;Give us this day our daily bread and pandesal.  &lt;br /&gt;Forgive us our christmasses&lt;br /&gt;As we forgive those who christmass against us. &lt;br /&gt;And lead us not into temptation, &lt;br /&gt;But deliver us from evil. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can tell he is a pinoy by heart. Praying for pandesal eh? :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715971-762424599506235068?l=simplymuah.wifespeaks.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/feeds/762424599506235068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715971&amp;postID=762424599506235068&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/762424599506235068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/762424599506235068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/2009/08/prayer-of-5yoo-child.html' title='Prayer of a 5yo Child'/><author><name>simply me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9715971.post-127911835141411253</id><published>2009-08-18T02:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T03:51:39.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bathtub Horror!!!</title><content type='html'>Last sunday, pinag bath tub ko ang aking dalawang iho. Nauna umahon si bunso, naiwan pa si kuya kaya di ko pa agad na-drain ang bath tub. Ng umahon si kuya, si daddy na ang nag-assist sa kanya. (At this point nasa baba kame ni bunso.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pag-akyat ko, inasikaso ko si kuya. Maya maya, si bunso wala na sa paningin ko.Sabi ni Mahal, nasa banyo na ata. I-drain mo na ang bathtub.  Ng makita ko nasa may bathtub na nga. Binuhat ko sya at sinara ang pinto ng banyo. Since basa na ulit sya, pinalitan ko sya ng damit. Tapos nalimutan ko na ang bath tub. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanggang sa nakatulog na kameng lahat nung hapon. Nagising na lang ako ng may isang batang basang-basa ang yumakap sa akin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PUTEKKKKK! Ang aking si bunso. Basa from neck down. Naglasti sa bath tub. Grabe! Ng magbalik ako sa kamalayan napayakap ako sa kanya at super thanks kay Lord na walang nangyari ke bunso. Hindi ko alam kung gano sya katagal dun or kung ano ba ang ginawa nya, di ko alam kung lumusong kasi kahit basa sya neck down, e sa likod nya me part na triangle na hindi naman basa. So di ko alam kung lumusong ba at nakatayo lang sya or yung kamay lang nya ang pinanglawlaw nya sa bathtub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay hay hay talaga! Nung tanungin ko kung nag bathtub ba sya ang sagot sa akin ay 'Zzzzzzzzzzzz!!!!' (nagkukunyaring tulog) Ilang beses ko tinanong at un ang sagot sa akin. Ng sinabi ko lang na 'HEY! ANSWER MOMMY! NAG BATHTUB KA BA?'(Buti di pa marunong magsalita at sumagot ng OBVIOUS BA MOMMY?"  Um-oo lang sya sa pamamagitan ng kilay nya tapos patay-malisya na. Sabi ko wag na sya uulit. (Actually, para kay mommy yun. Wag na uulit makakalimot mag drain ng bath tub.) Might not be so lucky next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you talaga kay Lord for looking after my bunso. Baka loka-loka na ako ngayon kung may masamang nangyari and I definitely can not forgive myself mayron nga. Thank you, thank  you Lord.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715971-127911835141411253?l=simplymuah.wifespeaks.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/feeds/127911835141411253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715971&amp;postID=127911835141411253&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/127911835141411253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/127911835141411253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/2009/08/bathtub-horror.html' title='Bathtub Horror!!!'/><author><name>simply me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9715971.post-7574429106818926380</id><published>2009-08-12T07:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T07:45:26.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Athletics Carnival</title><content type='html'>Kahapon athletics carnival nila little boy. Susmio, pahirapan gisingin nung umaga.Ayaw daw nya pumunta kasi malamig at mapapagod lang sya. Kung ako lang, hindi ko na papasukin. Mano ba naman ma-miss nya yun di ba? E kaso strikto si Pa-pa! Hindi daw pwede, dahil masasanay na kung ayaw pumasok e hindi na papasok. Oh e di sige, ikaw pumilit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ng nagpipilitan sila, ask ni Daddy kung bakit ayaw pumunta, sabi nya kasi ayaw daw nya sumakay sa roller coaster. Nyah! Kala pala e literal na carnival. Ehehehe. (Kumbakit naman kasi nga Athletics Carnival pa ang tawag,e pwede namang simpleng Sportsfest na lang!) So, syempre mananalo ba naman ang anak sa ama. Nanalo nga ang ama kaso ang nanay naman ang nahirapan! Kasi ang kundisyon ng anak e dapat kasama si mommy sa venue. E di go ang mommy, Hay hay hay! Hirap talaga maging tanging-ina!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So pagdating sa venue at habang naglalaro na sila, binulungan ko si little boy. Sabi ko sa kanya, "Sabi ko sayo walang roller coaster dito e, naniwala ka na ke mommy at daddy?" Nangiti lang sya na me kasamang pagkapahiya. Hehehe. Tapos ng alam ko na nag-eenjoy na sya, sabi ko sa kanya since sabi nya ayaw nya attend nung athletics carnival nila, e uwi na lang kame dalawa. Syempre ayaw na nya umuwi. (Mental torture ba sa bata, :p )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay naman ung carnival nila, masaya kahit kagulo ung mga preps. Syempre ano naman asahan nila sa prep, makakasunod ba naman sa instructions mga yun. Ang maintindihan lang nun e RUN, THROW at JUMP. Bukod dun e wala na sila paki-alam. So ayun, habang kalamigan at habang nag-aaambon e nagtatakbo, talon at bato ang mga little ones. Kahit nilamig ako e enjoy naman. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715971-7574429106818926380?l=simplymuah.wifespeaks.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/feeds/7574429106818926380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715971&amp;postID=7574429106818926380&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/7574429106818926380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/7574429106818926380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/2009/08/athletics-carnival.html' title='Athletics Carnival'/><author><name>simply me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9715971.post-6623052431431305776</id><published>2009-08-10T04:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T04:25:42.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Piano</title><content type='html'>Si little boy gusto daw mag aral mag piano. (Idol talaga si Troy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagpapabili ng piano sa tatay nya. At ang kundisyon, boys lang daw ang pwede mag borrow ng piano nya. So he enumerated all the names na pwede mag borrow ng kanyang piano. So si daddy nya, si little brother, si tito, si lolo at si Alana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ask ni daddy, bakit si Alana? Kala ko ba boys lang? Sabi nya, boys lang daw at 1 girl ang pwede. Ask ni daddy, at ung 1 girl hindi si mommy? Sagot ni little boy , "No, si Alana ung isang girl." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waaaahhhhh! Ngayon pa lang na itsa pwera na ako. Pano na pag nag asawa sya? Ahuhuhuhu. Hurt ako. Beri hurt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715971-6623052431431305776?l=simplymuah.wifespeaks.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/feeds/6623052431431305776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715971&amp;postID=6623052431431305776&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/6623052431431305776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/6623052431431305776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/2009/08/piano.html' title='Piano'/><author><name>simply me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9715971.post-1239711933610406400</id><published>2009-08-09T21:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T04:31:53.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little boy's 101 questions - Part 2</title><content type='html'>31. Why is my skin brown and not white? -- Cause you're a Filipino.&lt;br /&gt;32. Can I change my name to Troy when I grow up? (Troy of High School Musical)&lt;br /&gt;33. Am I a good kid? -- Yes you are. Yes you are.&lt;br /&gt;34. Why grown ups get married? -- Because they love each other. &lt;br /&gt;35. Why they don't like to give you the P-plate? -- (Probationay Driver's License) I wish I know!&lt;br /&gt;36. What is vitamins for? -- To make your body strong and healthy. &lt;br /&gt;37. Why a baby bird don't know how to fly yet? -- Cause they are babies! They will learn when they grow up. Their mommy bird will teach them. &lt;br /&gt;38. Why don't I have a twin? -- Not all have twins. &lt;br /&gt;39. Can I have a twin? -- No. &lt;br /&gt;40. Can Rou be my twin? -- No. &lt;br /&gt;41. Why did you buy (I think he meant chose) an office that is so far? - I didn't buy it. &lt;br /&gt;42. Why do you have to work? -- To buy you toys and food and clothes. &lt;br /&gt;43. Why can't you just stay home? -- If I stay at home, then no more toys for you. &lt;br /&gt;44. Why can't I buy expensive toys? -- You can, but not always. &lt;br /&gt;45. Why are scorpions poisonous? -- To protect themselves from predators.&lt;br /&gt;46. What are predators? -- Animals that hunt other animals for food. &lt;br /&gt;47. Why can't we buy a big house? -- We can't afford it.&lt;br /&gt;48. What is afford? -- It means enough money to buy something.&lt;br /&gt;49. Pogi na ba ako? -- Ay poging pogi!&lt;br /&gt;50. Why people get old? Cause if they don't, they won't die then if they don't die mapupuno ang earth.&lt;br /&gt;51. Why is the sun hot? - to give us heat.&lt;br /&gt;52. Bakit gwapo kame ni rou? - Kasi mana kayo sa akin! :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715971-1239711933610406400?l=simplymuah.wifespeaks.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/feeds/1239711933610406400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715971&amp;postID=1239711933610406400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/1239711933610406400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/1239711933610406400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/2009/08/little-boys-101-questions-part-2.html' title='Little boy&apos;s 101 questions - Part 2'/><author><name>simply me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9715971.post-863103081563074455</id><published>2009-08-08T22:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T00:38:38.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little boy's 101 questions - Part 1</title><content type='html'>Lista ko ang mga katanungan ni little boy that made me stop and think. Yung iba lista ko rin ang sagot ko. Try to answer without thinking, just note what comes up to mind first and see what answers you come up with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mommy.... (Yes, it always start with mommy. Sana minsan kay daddy naman at nosebleed na ang mommy!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Why do we need blood? -- para yung oxygen natin mapunta sa brain natin. &lt;br /&gt;2. Why the brain needs oxagen? -- OXY-gen. Cause without it, we are dead. &lt;br /&gt;3. Why do dogs love its master? &lt;br /&gt;3. Why is lolo bong always makulit? -- cause he is a happy guy.&lt;br /&gt;4. Why is lolo bong a happy guy?    -- cause he is. many reasons anak.&lt;br /&gt;5. Why does daddy looks like his brother? -- Cause they come from the same mommy and daddy. Just like you and your brother. You look the same too, right?&lt;br /&gt;6. Why do soldiers kill people? -- They don't just kill people anak. They kill only the bad, and only if the bad doesn't listen to them to stop the fighting. &lt;br /&gt;7. Why do bad people don't listen? -- Cause they are bad. &lt;br /&gt;8. How are babies made? -- Daddy's sperm cell meets mommy's egg cell. Then it forms into once cell, and it grows and grows inside mommy's tummy and after nine months, baby comes out in mommy's p3p3. In your case, out of mommy's tummy kasi CS ka. &lt;br /&gt;9. Where did rou come out? p3p3 or tummy also? -- Tummy too.&lt;br /&gt;10. Why we come out of your tummy? Did you shout when they cut you? -- yes i did. oh no, cause they put me to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;11. Why does daddy have sugat in his arm? -- Cause he didn't listen to his mommy! So you have to listen to me. (Gamitin daw ba ang sugat ng tatay na panakot, hehehe)&lt;br /&gt;12. Why can't I see Jesus in the clouds? (While using his binoculars) -- He is looking after other kids. Thats' why mommy is here to look after you. He asked me to look after you. &lt;br /&gt;13. Why do the poor kids like old toys? (asked this after we donated his toys to a charity) -- They don't actually like old toys. They just don't have a choice. Cause their mommy and daddy can't afford to buy them new toys. &lt;br /&gt;14. Why their mommy and daddy can buy them new toys? -- Cause their money might be just enough for food. &lt;br /&gt;15. Why is their money not enough? -- Cause maybe, they don't have work.&lt;br /&gt;16. Why don't they have work? --Many reasons. Maybe they couldn't find one. Maybe they didn't finish school. Many reasons. You will know when you grow up. &lt;br /&gt;17. Why does shark have sharp teeth? -- They use it for hunting food. &lt;br /&gt;18. Why did teacher say I am brilliant? -- Cause you are!&lt;br /&gt;19. What does brilliant means? - it means intelligent.&lt;br /&gt;20. What is intelligent? -- it means you know lots of things. &lt;br /&gt;21. Why do I know lots of things? -- Cause you ask many questions. And you are making mommy tired of answering. &lt;br /&gt;22. Why can't I marry Eryne? -- Cause she is your cousin.&lt;br /&gt;23. Why can't I marry Tita Robbie? -- Cause she is your aunt.&lt;br /&gt;24. Why can't I be serious? Why I am always excited? &lt;br /&gt;25. Why does the moon only comes out at night?&lt;br /&gt;26. Why does the sun comes only in the morning?&lt;br /&gt;27. Why can't we see the wind?&lt;br /&gt;28. Why can't we see utot? -- Kasi if you can see it, hindi mo maitatangi. :p&lt;br /&gt;29. What is matatangi? -- Never mind. Its hard to explain.&lt;br /&gt;30. Why mommy knows everything? -- Mommy doesn't know everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715971-863103081563074455?l=simplymuah.wifespeaks.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/feeds/863103081563074455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715971&amp;postID=863103081563074455&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/863103081563074455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/863103081563074455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/2009/08/little-boys-101-questions-part-1.html' title='Little boy&apos;s 101 questions - Part 1'/><author><name>simply me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9715971.post-594448631554373644</id><published>2009-08-08T19:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T21:02:17.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My new toy - the Craft Robo</title><content type='html'>My new toy. Courtesy of my beloved mahal. And I am so happy and can't wait to use it. ('Tong trabaho lang talaga istorbo sa hobby! :p )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jnlxBxMts7Y/Sn1hQFvelqI/AAAAAAAAARE/HLlscUAwEK4/s1600-h/Craft_Robo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 334px; height: 199px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jnlxBxMts7Y/Sn1hQFvelqI/AAAAAAAAARE/HLlscUAwEK4/s400/Craft_Robo.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367553259942614690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby decided to give me this to reward me for my kasipagan I think. But don't be mistaken, its not for my kasipagan at home. Hehehe. It's the kasipagan for my extra curricular activities. Like for this month, meron ako na close na deal para sa pag-gawa ng invites. Yes, pati invites kinareer ko na! mwehehehe. 50pcs na invite yun para sa debut (na kame rin ang photographers sa event nya, oh di ba! kareerin talaga! :P) And by October, baka meron ako tangappin na catering. Star for all seasons and drama ng inyong yours truly. hehehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard times e kaya kailangan i-cultivate ng husto ang mga natatagong talento. :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715971-594448631554373644?l=simplymuah.wifespeaks.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/feeds/594448631554373644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715971&amp;postID=594448631554373644&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/594448631554373644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/594448631554373644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/2009/08/my-new-toy.html' title='My new toy - the Craft Robo'/><author><name>simply me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jnlxBxMts7Y/Sn1hQFvelqI/AAAAAAAAARE/HLlscUAwEK4/s72-c/Craft_Robo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9715971.post-5347451741299223952</id><published>2009-07-30T11:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T11:40:14.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raaahh! Raaahhh!</title><content type='html'>Siguro naf-frustrate din si bunso pag di namin sya naiintindihan. =( &lt;br /&gt;Cause of that he developed this word (actually more like a growling sound) pag hindi sya napapansin or hindi maintindihan ang gusto nya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some instances that he would use that Raaahh! Raaahhh!&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;Bunso : (Will tug my arm, and ask me to go somewhere and if I don't follow...)&lt;br /&gt;Bunso : Raaahh! Raaahhh!&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;Simplymuah : Daddy, can you please get bunso from  me.&lt;br /&gt;Bunso : Raaahh! Raaahhh!&lt;br /&gt;(Guess he is not happy with that. :p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;Bunso : (Wakes up and sees that Mommy ain't there, only daddy.)&lt;br /&gt;Bunso : Raaahh! Raaahhh!&lt;br /&gt;(Guess he is not happy with that either. :p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;Bunso : (Want to get the toy that kuya is holding.)&lt;br /&gt;Bunso : Raaahh! Raaahhh!&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raaahh! Raaahhh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 words. (Actually isa nga lang, pero laging dalawa un e kaya 2 words. hehe)&lt;br /&gt;If you will think about it, it's two meaningless words. Couldn't even be found in the dictionary. But it actually means a lot to a two year old. From that word, he can show his anger,his frustration and how upset he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarap maging bata. You can just say Raaahh! Raaahhh!and people (mommy and daddy = people :p ) will understand that  there is something that is not right. Pag adult ka na, nagiging kumplicado ang lahat! Sambakol na mukha mo, tatanungin ka pa ng 'Are you Okay?' Duhhhh! Sarap sagutin ng manhid ka ba or shonga ka lang talaga? :p Wala po akong kaaway, napapa-isip lang. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time me kaaway ako masabihan nga ng Raaahh! Raaahhh! Ma-gets kaya? :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715971-5347451741299223952?l=simplymuah.wifespeaks.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/feeds/5347451741299223952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715971&amp;postID=5347451741299223952&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/5347451741299223952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/5347451741299223952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/2009/07/raaahh-raaahhh.html' title='Raaahh! Raaahhh!'/><author><name>simply me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9715971.post-6810321288157628379</id><published>2009-07-25T01:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T02:01:35.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selective Speech</title><content type='html'>Kung me tinatawag na selective amnesia, eto atang bunso ko e meron namang selective speech! (hehe, pauso ko lang ba!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kasi naman, he is 3months shy away from his 2nd bday pero nd pa rin syado nagsasalita. Ang word pa lang nya e mommy, daddy, yayaa(kuya), yoyo(lolo), dirty at ang kanyang el paboritong anana(banana). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kanina, excited sya sa laruan ng kuya nya na bumblebee head and arm gear. While having dinner, nagkkwento sya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eto ang kwento nya, 'Ah. Aaaa. (Baby giggles.)AH! AH! Ummm. Yaya!  (Baby giggles.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syempre di namin naiintindihan. Alam ko lang na nagkkwento sya kasi with matching facial expressions at actions sya.  Anyway, Ang ending ng kwento nya ay...  'BA-BLE-BEE!'  Sabay turo sa bumblebee ni kuya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayuuunn! Kinkwento pala sa daddy nya ang bagong toy ni kuya nya na bumblebee!  That's a big word and a lot of effort bunso. Well done!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715971-6810321288157628379?l=simplymuah.wifespeaks.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/feeds/6810321288157628379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715971&amp;postID=6810321288157628379&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/6810321288157628379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/6810321288157628379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/2009/07/selective-speech.html' title='Selective Speech'/><author><name>simply me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9715971.post-9046434965001085403</id><published>2009-07-23T01:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T02:01:44.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy, I don't have a fever but I have something stuck in my ear!</title><content type='html'>Ang aking si bunso. Ni-tusok ang tenga nya ng thermometer!&lt;br /&gt;Kung san, kelan at sa papaanong paraan nya nakuha si thermometer ay hindi ko alam. &lt;br /&gt;(Alam ko man, e hindi ako aamin! Sa kadahilanang nagbabasa ng blog ko ang aking butihing kabiyak. Baka di na sya butihin pag nabasa nya eto. hehehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, biglang nagi-iyak. Pinatatahan ko ayaw tumahan.(Nasaktan talaga.) Pinadodo ko tumahan naman. (Ikaw ba naman salpakan ng boobies sa bibig, e hindi ka manahimik. :p)Pag angat ko ulit sa kanya, ayayay! May dugo ng naagos sa tenga. Tarantatious ang nanay. At dahil takot sa dugo ang lola nyo, ako ang naging casualty. Nahilo at nagsuka ako dahil sa takot sa dugo. Ahehehe. Pagkakita ko ng dugo, biglang ko na lang nai-pasa ke hubby si bunso. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinala namin agad si bunso sa clinic, ayos naman sya. Ung canal lang daw ang may sugat at hindi naman naano ang eardrum. Thank God! Dahil kung napano ang anak ko ay dalawang kotong na ang aabutin ko sa sarili ko, pwera pa ang kotong ni mahal.  :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715971-9046434965001085403?l=simplymuah.wifespeaks.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/feeds/9046434965001085403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715971&amp;postID=9046434965001085403&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/9046434965001085403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/9046434965001085403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/2009/07/mommy-i-dont-have-fever-but-i-have.html' title='Mommy, I don&apos;t have a fever but I have something stuck in my ear!'/><author><name>simply me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9715971.post-6403979157582537066</id><published>2009-07-23T01:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T01:30:54.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missed little boy's school assembly. =(</title><content type='html'>Hay kakainis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night shift kasi ako kaya naman sira ang body clock (at body calendar) ko.&lt;br /&gt;Kanina pala ung assembly nila little boy. Hindi kame naka attend. =( Dahil kahimbingan ng aking kagandahan ng mga oras na un. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pag-sundo ko ke little boy, naka sad face sya. Sabi nya, assembly daw nya and I didn't come. Nadurog ang puso ko. Sabi ko na lang kasi masakit tyan ni mommy. (hay, ang lame ng excuse! though, sumakit naman talaga tyan ko un nga lang e after na un ng assembly. aheheh.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaka inis pa kasi sya pala ang closing remarks. Nag read daw sya in front of the people. Ask ko ano ang ni-read nya? (As if naman nakakabasa na sya. Syempre kabisote lang.) Ang linya nya daw ay eto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Boy: "Thank you so much everyone for attending our assembly."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalo tuloy ako na-sad. Excited pa naman sya last time. Bigla nya nasabi na kakanta daw sila sa assembly. Ng maalala nya na surprise yun for the parents, he made me promise not to tell Ms. Palma. Kakatuwa pa sya nun kasi nagulat sya at nasabi nya. Promise, promise, promise daw not to tell teacher. Papakita daw nya sa akin ang song basta nd ko ite-tell. Syempre may-i-promise si mommy. Happy ako kasi trust nya si mommy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaya lang, hay ang syonga ko talaga at nawala sa isip ko ung assembly. Sabi pa ni meg, ni read pa nila ung stories na ginawa nila.  Ang story nya ay ito...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I went to the jungle and saw Ben-10. I kissed a frog and it turned to a Ben-10 Alien.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi naman halata ang paborito nya ano? hehehe.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nag-sorry na ako sa kanya and he said it's okay. Sabi pa nya, next time daw my tummy hurts just go to the assembly and sit on a chair. Then after he talk, I can go home na daw. Waaaahhhh! Super guilty ang mommy. Sad. Sad. Sad. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715971-6403979157582537066?l=simplymuah.wifespeaks.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/feeds/6403979157582537066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715971&amp;postID=6403979157582537066&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/6403979157582537066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/6403979157582537066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/2009/07/missed-little-boys-school-assembly.html' title='Missed little boy&apos;s school assembly. =('/><author><name>simply me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9715971.post-9009187954875414417</id><published>2009-07-22T01:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T01:54:20.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When it rains, it pours.</title><content type='html'>Ay talaga naman! Not that I am complaining. Kaka-kurta lang ng utak kung pano mag-isip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't want to be greedy, we just want to make the right decision. Make or break naman kasi. Hindi rin pwede sabihin na pag-isipan muna maigi, e andyan na nga pareho. Pano pa pag-iisipan? Hindi rin pwede timbangin muna, kasi ano ang titimbangin e wala pa din naman. Hay ang gulo talaga promise. Dalawa na kame nag-iisip di pa namin maisip kung pano. To be or not to be? To take or not to take? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabi nga ng isang letter sender...'Let's burn the bridge, when we get there."&lt;br /&gt;Mwehehehe... Susunugin ko talaga ang bridge ng hindi na madaanan ulit! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masasabi ko lang sa ngayon, grabe! Lakas ng dasal ng mga bata talaga. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Dear Lord, help us make the right decision. Please, please, pretty please!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715971-9009187954875414417?l=simplymuah.wifespeaks.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/feeds/9009187954875414417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715971&amp;postID=9009187954875414417&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/9009187954875414417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/9009187954875414417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/2009/07/when-it-rains-it-pours.html' title='When it rains, it pours.'/><author><name>simply me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9715971.post-7457005508057138846</id><published>2009-07-11T11:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T11:57:41.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bunso's Vocabulary</title><content type='html'>Daddy = Dadddiii&lt;br /&gt;Kuya  = uya&lt;br /&gt;Dirty = Deti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sound pag excited - Aaaaaaaah!&lt;br /&gt;Sound pag galit   - Raaaaaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;Sound pag frustrated - Brrrruuu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simplymuah - 'Say mommy.' &lt;br /&gt;Bunso      - 'Nah!'&lt;br /&gt;Simplymuah - 'Say mommy.' &lt;br /&gt;Bunso      - 'mmm...mmmm'&lt;br /&gt;Simplymuah - 'Say mommy!Magsalita ka, kundi kokotongan na kita!' &lt;br /&gt;Bunso      - 'Maaaaammmmmmyyyy!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakukuha naman pala sa sindakan e. Mwhehehehe. Ayan imbes na kotong, kiss na lang. &lt;br /&gt;Muah! Muah! Muah! Cute cute mo bunso. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715971-7457005508057138846?l=simplymuah.wifespeaks.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/feeds/7457005508057138846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715971&amp;postID=7457005508057138846&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/7457005508057138846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/7457005508057138846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/2009/07/bunsos-vocabulary.html' title='Bunso&apos;s Vocabulary'/><author><name>simply me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9715971.post-3035877503105543661</id><published>2009-07-10T10:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T11:37:25.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you ok?</title><content type='html'>Kagabi, sinubukan ko patulugin sa kwarto nila ang aking dalawang iho. Habang nalaki kasi sile e pakiramdam ko naliit ang kama namin mag-asawa. Kahit kasi may kama si little boy sa kwarto namin, pag nagigising sa madaling araw e nakikisik-sik sa tabi namin. Ang drama ay 'I'm having a nightmare, can I sleep beside you mommy.' E syempre, matitiis ko ba naman un di ba? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So kahapon, nilipat ko sa room ni little boy ang kama nila ni bunso at sabi ko ke little boy dun na silang dalawa kasi big boys na sila.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walang problema ke bunso. Pagka-dodo, natulog na. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si little boy -- 'Mom, I am having a nightmare.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa ganitong pagkakataon, kailangan ng tibay ng dibdib. -- 'Little boy, nightmare happens only if you are sleeping. And you haven't even tried to go to sleep. Hmmm....'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little boy -- 'Oh...' and gave me this knowingly smile. Alam ko na ayaw nito matulog sa kama nya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy, Think fast! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naisip ko meron sya ginawa sa school na picture ni Jesus Christ with a sheep. Tapos nakalagay 'Jesus is the good shepherd.'  So, ginawa ko umakyat ako sa room nya at dinikit sa may ulunan nya. Sabi ko sa kanya, eto si Jesus. Nasa ibabaw ng ulo mo. He will take care of  you. You won't have any more nightmares okay. And he said okay. Before I left the room, he asked me to look for his mutant turtles poster and to stick it on his wall as well. He said so that there would be somebody to fight with the monsters while Jesus looks after him. So I said okay. (And I did it this morning.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And off he went to slumberland. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come morning, nagising ng maaga si bunso. So lumipat ako sa room nila to feed bunso. &lt;br /&gt;Ikot ng ikot si bunso sa kama, siguro humahanap ng posisyong maalwan. Na-alimpungatan si kuya, pupungas pungas pa na sumilip sa kama ni bunso and he asked, 'hey rou, are you ok?'  Awwww! Nadurog ang puso ko. Ayaw ko paka-senti pero na touch ako. He was not okay sleeping on his own yet he managed to ask if his little brother is alright. Kuyang kuya ang panganay ko. Hangang ngayon naalala ko pa yung tono ng boses nya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so proud of my panganay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715971-3035877503105543661?l=simplymuah.wifespeaks.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/feeds/3035877503105543661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715971&amp;postID=3035877503105543661&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/3035877503105543661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/3035877503105543661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/2009/07/are-you-ok.html' title='Are you ok?'/><author><name>simply me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9715971.post-368208241907332832</id><published>2009-07-08T10:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T10:38:01.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wifespeaks : FW10: X Marks the Food</title><content type='html'>X sa amin ang Eggs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well hindi naman sa amin lahat. Kay bunso lang.&lt;br /&gt;Pero di pa naman sure na allergic sya dito. (Namaga lang naman sya at nangitim ng pakainin ko ng eklok.) Pero sabi ng doctor, baka lang daw kasi masyado ko sya maaga napakain ng egg. (4 or 7months... can't remember na...) Hopefully daw ma outgrow na nya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi na rin mahirap na iiwas sya dahil mismong sya e ayaw nya kumain na ng egg. Baka tanda pa nya ung kati na dinanas nya. Si kuya rin naman aware sa kung ano mangyayari sa kapatid nya pag naka-kain ng eggs. ('Mommy, don't feed him eggs. He will become patchy-patchy!' in tagalog, pantal pantal po. eheheh) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa ngayon madalas meron kame stock ng antihistamine. Minsan kasi maselan sya, minsan hindi. Minsan pakainin lang ng egg biscuits, namamantal. Minsan eat ng icing (na may egg), hindi naman. Pero better safe than sorry. Ayaw ko na maulit ung nangitim sya at nawalan ng malay dahil na-block na ung lalamunan nya ng pantal. Skerrrri moment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayo ba ay me iniiwasang food? If yes,have your say &lt;a href="http://wifespeaks.com/2009/07/fw10-x-marks-the-food/"&gt; here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715971-368208241907332832?l=simplymuah.wifespeaks.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/feeds/368208241907332832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715971&amp;postID=368208241907332832&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/368208241907332832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/368208241907332832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/2009/07/wifespeaks-fw10-x-marks-food.html' title='Wifespeaks : FW10: X Marks the Food'/><author><name>simply me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9715971.post-2962065391416087322</id><published>2009-07-07T07:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T08:01:19.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wifespeaks CT10: Ex-cuse Me</title><content type='html'>Here are five scenarios. What would you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 1: You were walking at the mall, minding your own business, when you suddenly bump into your ex (as in ex-boyfriend!). Then he invites you for coffee or drinks. What do you do?&lt;br /&gt;-- I'll pass. Sure it is nice to catch up. But to catch up for what? How many kids have you made? Talk if you are happily married?  There is a reason he is called an Ex. Ex is a prefix meaning "out of". So he should be out of your life. For good. (Well, eto ay opinion ko when I asked myself what if it's the other way around? Meaning si hubby maka-banga kay ex? Hindi ako selosa, pero cup of coffee? Duhhhh! Hindi pwede! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 2: Your husband is super insecure with your ex. What do you do?&lt;br /&gt;--Steer clear away from the ex. Burn everything that would remind me of the ex. Do everything it takes to make hubby feel secure. He is my husband and I have the responsibility to make him happy and feel secure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 3: You are currently not happy with your marriage. Then, out of nowhere, your phone rings and it’s your ex-boyfriend/first love. He says hi, asks you how you are, and makes small talk. After a while, he gets to the crux of the matter and asks you to leave your husband for him. What would you do?&lt;br /&gt;--There's a reason why that EX is called an EX. It means that during the time that we were together, there was something in the relationship that didn't go right. So why would I go back together with him? If I am  not happy with my husband (that is after trying to make things work out and tried to be happy again, and it failed), I will leave him for the reason that I am not happy anymore and not because of  another guy. I don't think that EX will make me happy. It will just make me guilty on the inside and a slut  on the outside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 4: Your ex asks you to be the godmother of his new baby.&lt;br /&gt;-- I will accept it. A Godparents' responsibility is to bring the child up in the Christian faith and to insure the child's religious growth after the Baptism. If I decline it, it's just like declining to be God's instrument for the child to know Him. I am not saying his father/mother couldn't do that, but if they don't have issues with me being their child's godmother, then why would I have issues about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 5: Your ex is Rustom Padilla. &lt;br /&gt;-- Kukuha ako sa kanya ng beauty at fashion tips! But I'll tell him to just pleassssseee drop the Bebe Gandanghari name! Naman! Naman! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Join us in our weekly chikahan at &lt;a href="http://wifespeaks.com"&gt;Wifespeaks!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715971-2962065391416087322?l=simplymuah.wifespeaks.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/feeds/2962065391416087322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715971&amp;postID=2962065391416087322&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/2962065391416087322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/2962065391416087322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/2009/07/wifespeaks-ct10-ex-cuse-me.html' title='Wifespeaks CT10: Ex-cuse Me'/><author><name>simply me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9715971.post-8290542794044489815</id><published>2009-07-07T06:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T06:51:46.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I used to be conceited, but now I'm perfect!</title><content type='html'>May children's party na pupuntahan si little boy.&lt;br /&gt;Ayaw na magpabihis at magpa-ayos. Alam na daw nya. (Ahuhuhu!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nag polo.&lt;br /&gt;Nag pantalon.&lt;br /&gt;Nag gel ng buhok. &lt;br /&gt;Nag sapatos ng balat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Lekat parang didiga ah!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to the party...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little boy : 'Mommy, pogi na ba ako?'&lt;br /&gt;Simplymuah : ' Ay oo naman, poging pogi!' (Syempre ako ang nanay e! :p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little boy : 'Mommy, bakit kaya yung heart ko na-popogian rin sa akin?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyah! nasobrahan ata sa papuri ng nanay tong batang to. Ehehehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715971-8290542794044489815?l=simplymuah.wifespeaks.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/feeds/8290542794044489815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715971&amp;postID=8290542794044489815&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/8290542794044489815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/8290542794044489815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/2009/07/i-used-to-be-conceited-but-now-im.html' title='I used to be conceited, but now I&apos;m perfect!'/><author><name>simply me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9715971.post-4788493765565675074</id><published>2009-07-05T05:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T06:20:30.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Anniv Mate!</title><content type='html'>Good (and Bad!) Time Flies Fast. It's really hard for me to believe how time has just been flying. Today, (July 5) marks our one year  here in Australia. Still missing my life and friends in SG. But in a way, also enjoying my stay here in AU. (Minus the laundry and the never ending household chores of course!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still early to say if our move here has been the right choice. Still adjusting. &lt;br /&gt;What I can say is that the past one year has been bad enough for us to mature and good enough to value the things (and the people!) that we have and to know that we are blessed. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715971-4788493765565675074?l=simplymuah.wifespeaks.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/feeds/4788493765565675074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715971&amp;postID=4788493765565675074&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/4788493765565675074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/4788493765565675074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/2009/05/happy-anniv-mate.html' title='Happy Anniv Mate!'/><author><name>simply me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9715971.post-8772607278552736627</id><published>2009-06-27T00:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T00:33:36.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Writings on the wall.</title><content type='html'>Today, I discovered that there are pencil writings on our wall. Well, it was more of a doodle really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabi ni Mahal, mukang si bunso ang salarin dahil si kuya e never naman nagsulat sa wall un. Ask ko kung pinagsabihan ba nya. Hindi daw kasi hindi naman caught in the act at di pa daw nakaka-intindi ang bulilit. Sabi ko, anong nd nakaka-intindi. Hindi sya nakakapagsalita, oo. Pero nakakaintindi na etong kulentong na to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So dinala ko sya sa wall. At bago ko pa man ma-reprimand, e aba nanlaki mata, ngumisi at nag-iiling. Langya, nakakaloko tong paslit na to ah. Kinukuha ako sa pagpa-pacute! At dahil nanay ako, nakuha naman ako. Hehehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, worried ako kasi di pa sya nagsasalita. Pero, alam naman nya kung ano ang gusto nya. At di titigil hangang di mo nage-gets kung ano ang action nya. Oh well, enjoy ko na lang ang pagka-baby nya since si kuya e di masyado dumaan sa pagka baby. At least balanse silang dalawa. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715971-8772607278552736627?l=simplymuah.wifespeaks.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/feeds/8772607278552736627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715971&amp;postID=8772607278552736627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/8772607278552736627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/8772607278552736627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/2009/06/writings-on-wall.html' title='Writings on the wall.'/><author><name>simply me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9715971.post-4630001701976493388</id><published>2009-06-26T20:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T20:56:00.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Personal Space.</title><content type='html'>Little boy : Mommy, do you know what personal space means?&lt;br /&gt;Simplymuah : What?&lt;br /&gt;Little boy : It means, you give me my space. You go away from me for awhile. Do not touch me. Do not talk to me. Nothing. Just my space. Me alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ay ang tarush! Kotongan ko kaya?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715971-4630001701976493388?l=simplymuah.wifespeaks.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/feeds/4630001701976493388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715971&amp;postID=4630001701976493388&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/4630001701976493388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/4630001701976493388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/2009/06/personal-space.html' title='Personal Space.'/><author><name>simply me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9715971.post-8201942972024372549</id><published>2009-06-19T11:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T11:42:13.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One at a time.</title><content type='html'>Nakaipon na si little boy ng $51.  And since usapan namin na he needs $49, sabi ko pwede na sya bili ng Transformer nya. (Un ang akala ko! Lekat ang gusto pala na transformer e worth $99, Susmaryosep!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So pagdating sa mall, kinuha na nya si Megatron nya. Ng i-check ko si presyo, e muntik ko ng tawagin si Optimus Prime at ipabugbog si Megatron. Dangan ba naman e $99nga ang presyo! Uber ha! So sabi ko hindi pwede kasi masyado pala expensive, hindi pa kasya money nya. Kung gusto nya pili na lang ng iba. Walang kakibot-kibot, sabi nya 'Ok!' at ibinalik si Megatron sa dapat nyang kalagyan!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So nagpipili, nagpipili... and he ended  up buying a ninja turtle toy. (Which is again another story, dahil hay hay hay.... talaga naman!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ninja toy was only $27. So meron pa sya $24. And he was also eyeing this small helicopter na nalipad-lipad. Since meron pa sya $24 and and $16 lagn ung helicopter, sabi ko he can buy the two with his money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His reply...'Mommy, di ba sabi mo one at a time. So, eto na munang ninja. I choose this one. Next time na itong helicopter.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! Naalala nya ang rule ni mommy. Kakatuwa. I am so proud of my little boy. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as for the ninja toy, ahuhuhu... meron pala un kasama na ooze. Ayun, pumunta sa carpet at kahit anong gawin ko, ayaw nya matangal. Que barbaridad! Ano kaya gagawin ko dun para matangal. Nuninuninuninu....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715971-8201942972024372549?l=simplymuah.wifespeaks.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/feeds/8201942972024372549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715971&amp;postID=8201942972024372549&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/8201942972024372549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/8201942972024372549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/2009/06/one-at-time.html' title='One at a time.'/><author><name>simply me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9715971.post-1174820396343917272</id><published>2009-06-09T17:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T18:26:49.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WS: CT06: Biyenans, Bayaws, and Hipags</title><content type='html'>Wifespeaks Chika Tuesday : &lt;br /&gt;Biyenans, Bayaws, and Hipags&lt;br /&gt;Family package or family baggage? &lt;strong&gt;Family Package. (Yung akin ata ang family baggage, hehe)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angels or Demons? &lt;strong&gt;So far, angels. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fairy tale or horror story?&lt;strong&gt; Fairy tale.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dagdag sa mamahalin or dagdag sa pro-problemahin? &lt;strong&gt;Mamahalin.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed or distressed? Blessed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chikahan niyo naman kami, what was your first impression of your in-laws and did they live up to (or totally surpassed) your expectations? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ika nga ng aking mahal na ina, ako ay isang babaeng pinag-pala. Dahil ng magka-kilala kame ni mahal, wala na syang parentals. No parents for him = No pakikisamahan for me. But I guess (or I am thinking na kung buhay man sila) ay they will love me as their DIL. Bakit kanyo, e kasi bigyan ko ba naman sila ng mga apo na kundi matalino e gwapo, e hindi ba sila matuwa nun? Mwehehehe. Bonus na lang na maganda ang napangasawa ng anak nila. Nyahahaha! Oh, walang aangal blog ko to. :p  Kidding aside, e bakit nga nila ko mamahalin? Kasi marunong ako mag-langis. Ika nga e plastic, orocan, tupperware!!!! Mwehehehe. Joke ulit, though sometimes jokes are half meant. :p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eto serious na, siguro since laki ako sa lola ko nakita ko kung pano nya pakisamahan ang mga DIL's nya so kung sakala magka parents-in law ako alam ko na pano pakisamahan. (At sa nakita ko na rin sa iba pang mga MIL.)&lt;br /&gt;1. They want the best for their children. Who wouldn't right? (Kahit ako tanungin and ideal SIL ko is maganda, me pinag-aralan, at mamahalin anak ko to name a few and the "good" list will go on.) &lt;br /&gt;2. Gusto nila ung nakikitang mahal (at pinagsisilbihan) ang anak nila. &lt;br /&gt;3. It's either most loved or most hated and asawa ng paboritong anak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At sa tatlong puntos na yan, &lt;br /&gt;1. Me pinag-aralan naman ako. Hindi lang diploma ang sukatan, but I think pinag-aralan in the sense na alam ko naman gumalang sa mga dapat igalang.&lt;br /&gt;2. Kaya ko ipakita na mahal at pinagsisilbihan ko ang anak nila. (Kahit na pag andyan sila - "Mahal, ano gusto mong dinner?" , Pag wala - "Mahal, luluto ako dinner, hugas ka pingan ha!. :p)&lt;br /&gt;3. Kung paborito ka, well and good. If most hated, sorry ibigay mo man ang buhay mo, hindi na un magbabago. So, kung most hated ako, papaka-civil na lang siguro ako. Care ko naman kung hate nya ko, even if there is "mana" involved wa ako paki. It's their money, so they can do what they want to do with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E kaso nga, di na applicable sa akin ang mga yan kasi wala naman ako Parents-in-law. &lt;br /&gt;And lahat ng kapatid ng asawa ko is mga boys, so wala rin problema dahil sabik sila sa babae (oh ang mga madudumi ang isip! ibig ko po sabihin e sabik sa babaeng kapatid!), kaya naman lahat kameng SIL nila e espesyal sa kanila. As for the misis ng mga BIL ko, ung kasama ko dito sa OZ ay aking best pren bago ko pa mapangasawa si mahal so no problem there. The rest, bihira ko makita kasi nasa pinas, so miss namin isa't isa pag nagkita, so no time na for inggitan, bickerings or patalbugans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh naniwala na kayo na ako ay isang babaeng pinagpala?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Though alam ko deep inside kung bakit di ako binigyan ng in-laws, kasi napatol ako. Wala sa aura ko ang nagpapa-api kasi matagal na akong api! :p ***&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715971-1174820396343917272?l=simplymuah.wifespeaks.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/feeds/1174820396343917272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715971&amp;postID=1174820396343917272&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/1174820396343917272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/1174820396343917272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/2009/06/ws-ct06-biyenans-bayaws-and-hipags.html' title='WS: CT06: Biyenans, Bayaws, and Hipags'/><author><name>simply me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9715971.post-2187828720106097271</id><published>2009-06-06T04:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T04:59:33.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My little master chef.</title><content type='html'>Etong aking si little boy, laging nakasiksik sa akin sa kitchen pagluluto ako.&lt;br /&gt;Gusto nya lagi syang kasali sa pagluluto. Na ikinaiinis ko minsan (actually, madalas!) kasi lalo ako napapatagal sa pag-luluto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kanina, nanaig na naman ang aking pagiging ina. Me nakita ako na isang set ng chef outfit  (Toque(Chef's hat), Apron,  Kitchen towel and Pot holder) na for kids, so binili ko sya kahit na alam ko na lalo ako nitong kukulitin sa kitchen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Binili ko ito for little boy, ay naku tuwang tuwa! Nakalimutan na si ben-10 at incredible hulk. Tumakbo sa daddy nya at Chef na daw sya. At ang tanong agad e kung ano daw ang iluluto nya. So, sinali ko sya sa pagluto ng dinner. Menu is steamed crab and leche flan, hindi na kailangan ng effort so oks lang na me makulit hehe. Sa steamed crab, sya ang pinag-on ko ng steamer. :p Tapos sa leche flan, sya pinaghalo ko ng ingredients at pinag-cover ko ng lanera. Kala nya sya na nagluto. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagkaluto, tinawag daddy nya at sinabing tapos na sya magluto. Pilit na pinatitikim daddy nya. Ng tumikim si daddy nya, tanong agad "Am I the best cook daddy?" Sagot naman ng daddy nya, 'You're the best!" Heaven ang little boy. Ask na nya kung ano ang next namin na iluluto. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kakatawa lang while doing the leche flan, pagbiyak ko ng itlog nabasag agad ung pula. So napa 'ay sh!t!' ako. So itong si little chef, kada maglalagay ako ng itlog sa bowl panay ang 'ay she'. So good cooking and good swearing, better watch out Mr. Gordon Ramsay! Mwehehe. (Syempre po sinaway ko sya, at mahabang paliwanagan pa kung bakit sya hindi pwede mag 'ay she' at kung bakit sinabi un ni mommy! :p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little boy: Mom, am I a cook or a chef? &lt;br /&gt;Mommy : hmmm... assistant cook. Pag laki mo aral ka para maging chef ka.&lt;br /&gt;Little boy: I wanna be the best cook mom. no, no...I want to be the best chef.&lt;br /&gt;Mommy : You will be, little boy. You will be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715971-2187828720106097271?l=simplymuah.wifespeaks.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/feeds/2187828720106097271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715971&amp;postID=2187828720106097271&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/2187828720106097271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/2187828720106097271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/2009/06/my-little-master-chef.html' title='My little master chef.'/><author><name>simply me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9715971.post-5413961183547455650</id><published>2009-06-06T00:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T00:17:52.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emma's Floorplan</title><content type='html'>Posted the floorplan of Emma &lt;a href="http://emmaoxford.blogspot.com/2009/06/floor-plan.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715971-5413961183547455650?l=simplymuah.wifespeaks.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/feeds/5413961183547455650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715971&amp;postID=5413961183547455650&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/5413961183547455650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/5413961183547455650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/2009/06/emmas-floorplan.html' title='Emma&apos;s Floorplan'/><author><name>simply me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9715971.post-1201349666545591409</id><published>2009-06-05T03:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T04:18:12.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cutie Bebe!</title><content type='html'>Ang aking bunsoy (hindi na little bebe, kasi di na sya little at lalong hindi na sya bebe) nakaka-aliw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kahapon ng papasok si kuya, since maiwan ako sa house, he kissed me, hugged me,  nagba-bye at lumabas na sa door papunta sa garahe. Etong si bunsoy ko, humalik din sa akin, hugged me and nagba-bye at papunta na rin sa garahe! Ehehe. Kaka-aliw. Ready na rin for school! Yun nga lang nag-iiyak ng ma-realize nyang iwan kameng dalawa sa bahay. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos nung hapon naman, lumabas ako para mag-sampay. Iniwan ko sya na andun sa mga sapatusan. Kala ko pinaglalaruan ung mga shoes kasi ang tagal nya dun. Ng matapos ako ng sampay, pag-lingon ko aba, dala ang magka-terno nyang rubber shoes at inaabot sa akin. Ayos din tong batang to, hindi pa man marunong magsalita e layas na! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At ang matindi, hindi pa nga marunong magsalita e marunong ng magalit. Pag naiinis, iniirapan ako!!! Tama ba naman un? Mukang maldito tong isang to.... Pero uubra ba sya sa nanay nya? Syempre hindi! hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala lang, kakatuwa lang ang progress nya. Slowly but surely. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715971-1201349666545591409?l=simplymuah.wifespeaks.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/feeds/1201349666545591409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715971&amp;postID=1201349666545591409&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/1201349666545591409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/1201349666545591409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/2009/06/cutie-bebe.html' title='Cutie Bebe!'/><author><name>simply me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9715971.post-9110300730024218096</id><published>2009-06-05T03:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T03:44:20.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alleluiaaaa!</title><content type='html'>Kahapon tinawagan ako ng PhilEmbassy. Ready na daw ang passport ng aking little boy. &lt;br /&gt;Ng magpakilala sya na from Embassy, hindi ako nakapag pigil, sabi ko "Finally! At long last! Ano na pong balita sa passport ng anak ko?" Ehehhe. &lt;br /&gt;Kesyo me beck-log daw ang DFA sa pinas sa pag-gawa ng passport kasi lahat daw ng pinas passport all over the world e dun pa pinapadala. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naisip ko, siguro nagbabasa sya ng blog ko at nabasa nya ang aking frustration.ahehehe :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715971-9110300730024218096?l=simplymuah.wifespeaks.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/feeds/9110300730024218096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715971&amp;postID=9110300730024218096&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/9110300730024218096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/9110300730024218096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/2009/06/alleluiaaaa.html' title='Alleluiaaaa!'/><author><name>simply me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9715971.post-6467759031151137443</id><published>2009-06-02T23:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T23:56:49.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>%@@$^%^&amp;!!!</title><content type='html'>Hay hay hay! Ang aking dugo e lampas pa ng boiling point.&lt;br /&gt;Hangang ngayon wala pa rin ang passport ni little boy! &lt;br /&gt;Grabbbbeeeee! 7months na! Luppeeet! Onli in da pilipins!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715971-6467759031151137443?l=simplymuah.wifespeaks.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/feeds/6467759031151137443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715971&amp;postID=6467759031151137443&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/6467759031151137443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/6467759031151137443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='%@@$^%^&amp;!!!'/><author><name>simply me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9715971.post-2796626990230550207</id><published>2009-06-02T01:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T01:34:44.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little boy's award. =)</title><content type='html'>In-awardan na kanina si Little boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got that award for being true to their school motto, which is to "Let your light shine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At pano sya nag-shine?  Eto ang nakalagay sa award nya....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Always has a smile on his face for his classmates and is great on teamwork!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehehe. Hindi pa ata alam ng teacher nya na sa likod ng mga ngiti ay may natatagong ngisi. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for this award, we gave him the Hulk Transformer as a reward. And it put a bigger smile on his face at talaga naman nag shine ang kanyang mga mata! =)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kakatawa lang, ng ask ng ninong nya kung ano yung toy nya,  ang sagot nya "that's  expensive! very, very expensive!" Yun kasi sabi ko sa kanya ng ask nya bakit ayaw ko sa kanya buy yun e. Ahahaha! :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715971-2796626990230550207?l=simplymuah.wifespeaks.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/feeds/2796626990230550207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715971&amp;postID=2796626990230550207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/2796626990230550207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/2796626990230550207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/2009/06/little-boys-award.html' title='Little boy&apos;s award. =)'/><author><name>simply me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9715971.post-4104321748551085260</id><published>2009-05-30T21:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T21:45:45.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A dollar a day.</title><content type='html'>Kahapon, nagpunta kame ng mall. May gusto si little boy na laruan. Ung transformer na tag $45. At dahil di ko maatim na bumili ng toy na $45 na lalaruin lang ng isang oras, syempre di ko binili. (OO, kuripot akong nanay. :p) Sabi ko sa kanya, hindi ko bibilin kasi mahal un. At wala kame pera pambili. Pwede kame buy ng toy, pero ung mura lang. So nagpalit naman sya ng mura na toy. Ang siste pa, pag-punta namin sa bahay ni SIL, me bago sila na Wii. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaya naman pag-uwi,  maiyak iyak syang nagtanong na bakit ko daw sya hindi binili ng toy. Ang drama pa, "Mommy, if you want to make me happy buy me wii."  :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So pinaliwanag ko sa kanya na hindi lahat kaya ko bilhin. Kasi sa ngayon wala pa work si daddy, so yung sweldo ko e pang bayad namin ng rent, food at pang-school nya.  Pero syempre nanay pa rin ako at naantig ang puso. So, sabi ko sa kanya  kung good boy sya, I will give him a dollar everyday. At pag-nakaipon sya ng $45, he can buy his transformer. Ang tanong nya, "Mommy, how many $1 for wii?" :p Sabi ko 500! (More than 1 year yun! ahehe) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far nakaka $4 na sya for good behavior. Mwehehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sana tama ang way ko para matuto sya ng value of money at hindi nya maisip na inu-uto ko lang sya. ehehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715971-4104321748551085260?l=simplymuah.wifespeaks.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/feeds/4104321748551085260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715971&amp;postID=4104321748551085260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/4104321748551085260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/4104321748551085260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/2009/05/dollar-day.html' title='A dollar a day.'/><author><name>simply me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9715971.post-5912754629655043382</id><published>2009-05-30T21:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T21:24:52.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Call from Ms. Teacher</title><content type='html'>Today, while having lunch I received a call from little boy's teacher.&lt;br /&gt;Ang tanong ko agad, "What did he do?" E kasi naman, sariwa pa sa ala-ala ko ang mga &lt;a href="http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/2008/01/my-school-boy.html"&gt;tawag ni dating teacher&lt;/a&gt;.  Ahehehe... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this time good news naman. Me award daw si little boy, and it will be announced during their school assembly. Wohoooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask ko kung ano, surprise daw. Attend daw ako ng assembly para malaman ko. Naku baka mamaya, best in being late pala! ahehehe. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excited na ako mag monday! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715971-5912754629655043382?l=simplymuah.wifespeaks.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/feeds/5912754629655043382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715971&amp;postID=5912754629655043382&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/5912754629655043382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/5912754629655043382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/2009/05/call-from-ms-teacher.html' title='Call from Ms. Teacher'/><author><name>simply me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9715971.post-6893434874912890803</id><published>2009-05-25T00:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T00:48:40.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My little designer.</title><content type='html'>Dahil excited ako kay Emma, nagtitingin tingin na ako sa mga magazines ng kung anong magandang gawin sa mga kwarto. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakakita ako isang bedroom ng bata na may outline ng puno sa wall. So I asked little boy, kung gusto ba nya ng ganun. Ang kanyang sagot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No, I don't want that mommy! If my friends visit me, they will ask me why do I have a tree inside my room! They will say, "Why do you have a tree in your room?" It's not right to have a tree in your room mommy."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahehehe. Lalaki nga ang anak ko. Walang arte sa katawan. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nung isang linggo naman, nagdrive kame around the neighborhood. Nagtitingin tingin kame ni mahal kung anong magandang kulay ng bricks. Out of the blue, bigla na lang nagsalita si little boy.  'Mommy, I want white bricks."  At bakit white, tanong ko. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know. I just want white. Cause red bricks are boring."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naku po nanang! Buti na lang kame lang nasa kotse at wala kame sa bahay ng aming mga friends na nakatira sa red bricks! Kundi baka napukpok kame ng mga bricks sa ulo. ehehehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So light colored bricks it is. (Wag naman white na white at baka magfeeling michelle obama ako nun!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, napa flip ako sa isang page na meron wall decor na rusty effect. Ayaw raw nya nun. At sabi ko bakit na naman ayaw nya? Sabi nya "Cause its rusty. It's not nice mommy. My friends will say 'Ewwwww!So rusty!'" (Talaga bang dapat may say ang kanyang friends sa bahay namin? ehehehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he saw a page na meron malaking book shelves sa wall. Sabi nya gusto daw nya nun. Gawa daw kame ng library para sa mga books namin. Aba, pareho kame ng taste ng anakis ko! Eto ang inu-ungot ungot ko ke mahal na gawing project. Gusto ko ng wall to wall na book shelvings, di ko lang alam pa kung sa anong wall ko gagawin. ehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buti na lang ung bunso e wala pang say. Kundi pano na!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715971-6893434874912890803?l=simplymuah.wifespeaks.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/feeds/6893434874912890803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715971&amp;postID=6893434874912890803&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/6893434874912890803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/6893434874912890803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/2009/05/my-little-designer.html' title='My little designer.'/><author><name>simply me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9715971.post-4801349497902433645</id><published>2009-05-24T23:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T23:51:42.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Having Emma</title><content type='html'>New post on &lt;a href="http://emmaoxford.blogspot.com/"&gt;Emma.&lt;/a&gt;  =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715971-4801349497902433645?l=simplymuah.wifespeaks.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/feeds/4801349497902433645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715971&amp;postID=4801349497902433645&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/4801349497902433645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/4801349497902433645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/2009/05/having.html' title='Having Emma'/><author><name>simply me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9715971.post-3079900714445481080</id><published>2009-05-23T21:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T22:08:01.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WS SpeakOutFriday 03: Newlyweds, The Day After</title><content type='html'>What's next? What happened the morning after that most beautiful day in your life? And then, how about the many mornings after?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the reality of marriage for you and your husband? Looking back, what is the difference between now that you’re married compared to when you were still single, particularly your relationship with your man? Did marriage really change both of you in some ways?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, what changed exactly? Here's a few that I can think of at the moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nawala na pagpapa-cute. I can directly tell him now na "Sunduin mo ako at wag ka male-late!" Hindi katulad dati, patweetums pa na "Oks lang. Sige take your time. Antay lang ako dito." At ngayon diretsahan na rin nya sinasabi na "Mag-commute ka na lang." at hindi na "Try ko kung makatakas sa boss ko. Pagnakatakas ako sunduin kita."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dati, unahan sa pagawa. Ngayon unahan na sa pag-utos! Ahehehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's the big S. Oh wag na magpaka inosente, alam nyo kung ano ang S. I don't have to spell it out! Less of it. Not that I am complaining. It just means that we have more (not exactly better) things to do now. Or siguro, mas masarap lang talaga pag bawal. Mwehehehe. :p  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas nag mature kame. (Magkaron ka ba naman ng dalawang batang palalakihin kundi ka mag-mature e ewan ko na lang. hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it changed! A little bit for the better, a little bit for the worse. But I think change is good. Just imagine if nothing changes, then there won't be any more challenge in the relationship and it'll become boring. And boring is definitely not a good word to start with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So newlyweds, embrace change! It'll do more good than bad, just learn how to possitively handle it. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715971-3079900714445481080?l=simplymuah.wifespeaks.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/feeds/3079900714445481080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715971&amp;postID=3079900714445481080&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/3079900714445481080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/3079900714445481080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/2009/05/ws-speakoutfriday-03-newlyweds-day.html' title='WS SpeakOutFriday 03: Newlyweds, The Day After'/><author><name>simply me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9715971.post-7038372255946658277</id><published>2009-05-21T18:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T18:34:51.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aaactiioon!</title><content type='html'>My little bebe (who is not so little and not so bebe anymore) at 19months, still doesn't talk much. I can still count his words with my fingers. Delayed na sya kung ikukumpara kay little boy (kuya). Na syempre hindi ko dapat ginagawa di ba. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, kahapon nasa bahay kame ng isang friend. And ung friend ko meron 3month old na baby. Yun baby pa talaga. Sinilip lang namin sa room kasi tulog na. My little bebe, went to the crib. Tried to touch the baby, he looked at me, smiled and said..."bay-byyyy". Ay naloka naman daw ako! Marunong na pala magsalita ang little one! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... hindi pa un ang kwento ko talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nung pag uwi naman sa bahay, (excuse me sa mga nakain! medyo gross to... hehe) si kuya mag u-u daw. So sige, uu ang kuya. After nya, balik na kame sa mga gawain. Ako nasa dining table. Ung toilet, pag bukas ang pinto tanaw ung loob. Pumasok si little bebe, syempre pinapanood ko kung ano ang gagawin. Ang ginawa, naghubad ng shorts. Naghubad ng pull-up diaper nya. Pumasok sa toilet, kinuha ang stool, umakyat sa stool at pumusisyon na. Syempre at this point, sinabi ko na ke mahal na i-assist kasi panigurado sa liit nya, sho-shoot sa toilet bowl. Namangha ako kasi di ko pa sya ni to-toilet trained pero more or less alam na nya ang gagawin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero syempre, hindi lahat ng kwento e happy ending. Ang siste kasi, naka uu na pala sya sa diaper. So, nung hinubad nya ung diaper, meron onti sumabit sa paa. Tapos naglakad sa toilet. So alam nyo na kung ano ang nangyari! Tapos, ng umupo sa toilet seat, alam nyo na rin malamang ang nangyari! In short, nagkalat sya. So, ung ang aking pagka-mangha e 50% dahil alam nya na ang gagawin at 50% sa tindi ng aking lilinisin! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero syempre, dahil ina ako nangibabaw ang aking pagkatuwa sa achievement ng aking iho. Hindi man sya magsalita, nakukuha naman sa gawa. Siguro paglaki nito, eto ung taong tinatawag na "man of few words." mwehehehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715971-7038372255946658277?l=simplymuah.wifespeaks.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/feeds/7038372255946658277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715971&amp;postID=7038372255946658277&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/7038372255946658277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/7038372255946658277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/2009/05/aaactiioon.html' title='Aaactiioon!'/><author><name>simply me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9715971.post-359427125741603078</id><published>2009-05-18T11:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T11:07:28.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emma's own blog.</title><content type='html'>I don't want to bore you with all the hammering details so I created another blog to document Emma's progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in case you're interested, Emma's site is &lt;a href="http://emmaoxford.blogspot.com"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715971-359427125741603078?l=simplymuah.wifespeaks.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/feeds/359427125741603078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715971&amp;postID=359427125741603078&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/359427125741603078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/359427125741603078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/2009/05/emmas-own-blog.html' title='Emma&apos;s own blog.'/><author><name>simply me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9715971.post-1494152711947695841</id><published>2009-05-15T19:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T19:31:47.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WS: SpeakOut Friday02: Ideal Marriage</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;For SpeakOut Friday, our question is this: as a married couple, can you think of the ways your marriage inspires other couples? For you, what makes your marriage ideal? And if your marriage should turn out be one for the ages, what would you like to be its ultimate legacy?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we inspire other couples on how we treat each other. We started out as friends, and up to now I can say we are still friends. As in pwede ko okrayin ang mga nakaraan nya. (Pero syempre, di nya ko pwede okrayin. Di ba ideal na ideal? Hehe )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I think ideal ang aming marriage cause after 5 years, we can still laugh and be merry. After all the struggles and hardships ko sa kanya(once sided talaga e no! syempre blog ko to, kung gusto nya gumawa sya ng blog nya at bumuo ng husbandspeaks. mwehehehe), nangingibabaw pa rin ang aming looooove sa isa't isa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And kung sakali nga na maabot namin ang katagang "stood the test of time" chuvaness, gusto ko makilala kame as a couple who have lived, loved and laughed. Charing! hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kidding aside, gusto ko makilala kame as a couple who was able to nurture two little boys into loving, caring and responsible gentlemen. I think sila ang magiging salamin nang kung anong meron pagsasama talaga meron kame. I think and I believe that a happy couple produces happy children. =) (Pwede na bang pang Miss U ang sagot? mwehehehe... )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uy baka kala nyo echos lang eto ha.... totoo ito, Promise!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715971-1494152711947695841?l=simplymuah.wifespeaks.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/feeds/1494152711947695841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715971&amp;postID=1494152711947695841&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/1494152711947695841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/1494152711947695841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/2009/05/ws-speakout-friday02-ideal-marriage.html' title='WS: SpeakOut Friday02: Ideal Marriage'/><author><name>simply me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9715971.post-3484721331015625794</id><published>2009-05-12T19:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T19:38:58.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cost of a Child.</title><content type='html'>Got this from email. Too good not to pass! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Exchange rate SGD1 = PHP32.4094&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the price of a Filipino child. This is just too good not to pass on to all. Something absolutely positive for a change. I have repeatedly seen the breakdown of the cost of raising a child, but this is the first time I have seen the rewards listed this way. It's nice. &lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;The government recently calculated the cost of raising a child from birth to 18 and came up with P5,404,725.00 for a middle income family. Talk about price shock! That doesn't even touch college tuition. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But P5,404,725.00 isn't so bad if you break it down.  It translates into:         &lt;br /&gt;               * P300,262.50 a year, &lt;br /&gt;               * P25,021.88 a month, or &lt;br /&gt;               * P6,255.50 a week. &lt;br /&gt;               * That's a mere P893.64 a day! &lt;br /&gt;               * Just over P37.23 an hour. &lt;br /&gt;Still, you might think the best financial advice is don't have children if you want to be "rich." Actually, it is just the opposite.           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you get for your P5,404,725.00?           &lt;br /&gt;              * Naming rights. First, middle, and last! &lt;br /&gt;              * Glimpses of God every day. &lt;br /&gt;              * Giggles under the covers every night. &lt;br /&gt;              * More love than your heart can hold.. &lt;br /&gt;              * Butterfly kisses and Velcro hugs. &lt;br /&gt;              * Endless wonder over rocks, ants, clouds, and warm cookies. &lt;br /&gt;              * A hand to hold usually covered with jelly or chocolate. &lt;br /&gt;              * A partner for blowing bubbles and flying kites. &lt;br /&gt;             * Someone to laugh yourself silly with, no matter what the boss said or how your stocks performed that day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 5,404,725.00, you never have to grow up. &lt;br /&gt;You get to: &lt;br /&gt;              * finger-paint, &lt;br /&gt;              * carve pumpkins, &lt;br /&gt;              * play hide-and-seek, &lt;br /&gt;              * catch lightning bugs, and &lt;br /&gt;              * never stop believing in Santa Claus.           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have an excuse to:           &lt;br /&gt;              * keep reading the Adventures of Piglet and Pooh, &lt;br /&gt;              * watch Saturday morning cartoons, &lt;br /&gt;              * go to Disney movies, and &lt;br /&gt;              * wish on stars. &lt;br /&gt;              * You get to frame rainbows, hearts, and flowers under refrigerator magnets and collect spray painted noodle, wreaths for Christmas, hand prints set in clay for Mother's Day, and cards with backward letters for Father's Day.                    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a mere P893.64 a day, there is no greater bang for your buck. &lt;br /&gt;You get to be a hero just for:         &lt;br /&gt;               * retrieving a Frisbee off the garage roof, &lt;br /&gt;               * taking the training wheels off a bike, &lt;br /&gt;               * removing a splinter, &lt;br /&gt;               * filling a wading pool, &lt;br /&gt;               * coaxing a wad of gum out of bangs, and coaching a baseball team that never wins  but always gets  treated to ice cream regardless.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get a front row seat in history to witness the: &lt;br /&gt;              * first step, &lt;br /&gt;              * first word, &lt;br /&gt;              * first bra, &lt;br /&gt;              * first date, and &lt;br /&gt;              * first time behind the wheel.           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get to be immortal. You get another branch added to your family tree, and if you're lucky, a long list of limbs in your obituary called grandchildren and great grandchildren. You get an education in psychology, nursing, criminal justice, communications, and human sexuality that no college can match.           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the eyes of a child, you rank right up there under God.  You have all the power to heal a boo-boo, scare away monsters under the bed, patch a broken heart, police a slumber party, ground them forever, and love them without limits, so one day they will, like love without counting the cost.  That is quite a deal for the price!!!!!!!           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love &amp; enjoy your children &amp; grandchildren &amp; great-grandchildren!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the best investment you'll make!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715971-3484721331015625794?l=simplymuah.wifespeaks.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/feeds/3484721331015625794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715971&amp;postID=3484721331015625794&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/3484721331015625794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/3484721331015625794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/2009/05/cost-of-child.html' title='Cost of a Child.'/><author><name>simply me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9715971.post-7556997811378478671</id><published>2009-05-08T03:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T03:28:23.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emma: First Trimester</title><content type='html'>Tuloy na tuloy na ang aming si Emma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, we got a call from the agent. Ready na daw for signing ang contract ng ang aming soon to be house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaayyy! Ang hirap rin pala. Dami dapat pagdecidan. Mas madali pa ata mag baby.&lt;br /&gt;Sa baby, 2 lang choice of color mo. Either blue or pink. Sa bahay, ang dami!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Dapat mamili ng kulay ng carpet. Ng tiles. Ng walls. Ng Kornisa. Kataranta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kakainis lang di pwede masunod ung aking dream kitchen. Kulang kasi sa space at kulang rin sa budget. Mwehehe. Di bale, wala naman sa kitchen ang sarap ng pagluluto. (Mweheehe. Sourgraping. Yaw ko nun, kasi wala ako nun. :p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But so far, happy ako sa design na napili namin. It has 4 bedrooms. The living room will be converted into a theater room. Bedroom 2 will be converted into a scraproom. (Yahooooo!) And bedroom 3, will be the guest/study room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our lot plan. Me mga changes pa, pero onti na lang. Syempre more changes = more anda needed. Kailangan bumasok lahat sa budget. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jnlxBxMts7Y/SgM0WdJnhEI/AAAAAAAAAQA/X9Fl5vsAflQ/s1600-h/lotplan.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jnlxBxMts7Y/SgM0WdJnhEI/AAAAAAAAAQA/X9Fl5vsAflQ/s400/lotplan.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333163944123532354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715971-7556997811378478671?l=simplymuah.wifespeaks.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/feeds/7556997811378478671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715971&amp;postID=7556997811378478671&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/7556997811378478671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/7556997811378478671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/2009/05/emma-first-trimester.html' title='Emma: First Trimester'/><author><name>simply me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jnlxBxMts7Y/SgM0WdJnhEI/AAAAAAAAAQA/X9Fl5vsAflQ/s72-c/lotplan.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9715971.post-1452322837270259664</id><published>2009-05-07T00:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T01:02:17.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WS:FabFindThursday -</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jnlxBxMts7Y/SgHAHpBHJtI/AAAAAAAAAP4/UrsKXgUbOts/s1600-h/aldo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jnlxBxMts7Y/SgHAHpBHJtI/AAAAAAAAAP4/UrsKXgUbOts/s400/aldo.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332754671285511890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wifespeaks.com"&gt;&lt;img  border="0" title="Wifespeaks: Fab Finds Thursday" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y50/meeyagirl/wifespeaks/fabfindsthursday.gif" alt="Wifespeaks: Fab Finds Thursday" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WS: Today at FabFinds Thursday, we will focus on Wedding Day Fashion/Kikay Essentials.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like WS Misis Jen, I consider my wedding shoe a fabfind!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the perfect shoe for me, dahil nung una di ko matangap na bumili ng shoe na isang araw lang gagamitin. At sya ang naging sagot sa aking pag-aatubili. I think sulit for its price and for a bridal shoe, dahil kahit hindi na ako kasya sa wedding gown ko, I can and still am using my bridal shoe. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715971-1452322837270259664?l=simplymuah.wifespeaks.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/feeds/1452322837270259664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715971&amp;postID=1452322837270259664&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/1452322837270259664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/1452322837270259664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/2009/05/wsfabfindthursday.html' title='WS:FabFindThursday -'/><author><name>simply me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jnlxBxMts7Y/SgHAHpBHJtI/AAAAAAAAAP4/UrsKXgUbOts/s72-c/aldo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9715971.post-8642735559378287013</id><published>2009-05-06T20:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T22:33:45.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WS:FoodieWednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://wifespeaks.com"&gt;&lt;img  border="0" title="Wifespeaks: Foodie Wednesday" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y50/meeyagirl/wifespeaks/foodiewednesday.gif" alt="Wifespeaks: Foodie Wednesday" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wifespeaks - post a photo of food or share a recipe  from one of the very many instances you and your better half celebrated your commitment to one another, perhaps from the day you said “Yes” to be hubby’s girlfriend (or was it the other way around?), the night your ex-boyfriend now hubby asked you to marry him, your wedding day, anniversaries, etc. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jnlxBxMts7Y/SgGKdbTIaLI/AAAAAAAAAPw/kt8SiiffYlI/s1600-h/prutas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jnlxBxMts7Y/SgGKdbTIaLI/AAAAAAAAAPw/kt8SiiffYlI/s400/prutas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332695671932217522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why fruits? Because it reminds me of mahal's commitment to me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahal is not a fruit eater. I don't think he knows the difference between a pear and a peach. But he will gladly climb the highest mountain and cross the deepest river to get the fruit that I crave for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syempre exag lang yan. Intro lang ba. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaya prutas kasi naalala ko lang na ng magka bunga" ang aming pagmamahalan nasukat rin kung paano kame ka-committed sa isa't isa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siyam na buwan akong miserable sa pagbubuntis dahil imbes na morning sickness, ang sa akin ay "whole day for nine months sickness." Kung kaya naman, ganun na lang ang pag-suporta ni mister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minsan ako ay nangasim at naghanap ng mangga, dali dali syang sa tindahan ay nagpunta. Nang umuwi, ayayay! Indian mango ang dala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama: Hanovaaaah! Wala naman kaasim asim yan. (Sabay tawa ang aking mahal na ina!Buti na lang magalang ang aking mahal at hindi napatol sa nakatatanda na. ehehee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At ng ako ay naghanap ng prunes. Dali dali ulit,  sya ay kumaripas ng takbo patungo sa suking tindahan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahal:(In his most confidence voice pa!) Oh ha! Eto na ako mahal. Dala ang iyong prunes. (Shows the fruit on his left hand.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simplymuah:Hanovaaaah! Hindi prunes yan! Dates kaya yan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahal:(In his most confidence voice ulit!) I know, I know. Praktis lang. Hindi kasi ako sigurado. KAYAAAAAA! Binili ko pa tong isa. (Shows the fruit on his right.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simplymuah : Hanovaaaah! Hindi prunes yaaaaaan! Apricots yan! Makukunan ako sayo promisssse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahal : Wag ganun! Halika, sumama ka na lang at bilhin natin ang prunes mo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simplymuah : Hmmm... ayaw ko na nun... Mangosteen na lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahal : JUSKOLORDDDD! Ano na namang prutas yun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 9months of fruit guessing our little boy has arrived. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;**Present time**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Boy  : Daddy, I want honeydew ang longan.&lt;br /&gt;Little Bebe : Anana! Anana! (His first word, banana.)&lt;br /&gt;Mahal       : Juskolooord! Eto na naman kame.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715971-8642735559378287013?l=simplymuah.wifespeaks.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/feeds/8642735559378287013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715971&amp;postID=8642735559378287013&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/8642735559378287013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715971/posts/default/8642735559378287013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymuah.wifespeaks.com/2009/05/wsfoodiewednesday.html' title='WS:FoodieWednesday'/><author><name>simply me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y50/meeyagirl/wifespeaks/th_foodiewednesday.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
