<?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-8951961981289451655</id><updated>2012-02-16T23:29:06.934+08:00</updated><category term='cancer'/><category term='choice'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='pink stargazers / lilies'/><category term='Mrs.Claus'/><category term='cellphone camera'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='care'/><category term='peach roses'/><category term='marriage'/><category term='puppies'/><category term='proposal'/><category term='resolution'/><category term='gerbera daisies'/><category term='green'/><category term='and deep red malaysian mums...'/><category term='smile'/><category term='Ipod Nano'/><category term='lumps'/><category term='lavender roses'/><category term='nodes'/><category term='candle'/><category term='chocolate cake'/><category term='Canary-yellow bulb tulips'/><category term='kiss'/><category term='diagnose'/><category term='prince'/><category term='I Love YoU'/><category term='white and red roses..'/><category term='orange'/><category term='lymphoma'/><category term='light yellow'/><category term='blooms...'/><category term='nobility'/><category term='cake'/><category term='love'/><category term='fairytale'/><category term='dog treats'/><category term='shih tzu'/><category term='roses'/><title type='text'>Painting The Silence...</title><subtitle type='html'>For people who look at life beautifully no matter what... for those who love to embrace life as it comes... for those who believe in love and destiny after so many failed trials...  this one's for you....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheskafrances.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8951961981289451655/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheskafrances.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ayha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08333222220628733905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/TKfxsAEvXLI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Cf3vtsvTOBY/S220/6256_1066500277468_1674897438_139271_2715079_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8951961981289451655.post-8606901952842123079</id><published>2008-10-16T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T23:55:40.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leih's Birthday Gift...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/SZbpMfGsp0I/AAAAAAAAANk/WzCsMHkKiHA/s1600-h/10162008712.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/SZbpMfGsp0I/AAAAAAAAANk/WzCsMHkKiHA/s400/10162008712.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302682011992631106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I had a wonderful birthday. This is the first time that I got two rings as birthday gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;           The other week, Leih's mom gave me an Opal ring. Then today, Leihson surprised me with two birthday cards, a small blowout feast which was delivered to the office, and a big gallon of my favorite strawberry ice cream. We had spaghetti and an array of yummy pastries from Bread Talk. Afterwards, Nanay Lut handed to me a golden sheer laced bag with a ring box in it... I knew it! Leih's gift was a diamond ring! We've been playing guess for the longest time and he even gave me clues such as "small," "colorful" and "hard."  He would deny it whenever I'd say ring. Funny... I was right all along... He gave me a glistening 1.5 carat diamond ring, it had 5 diamonds with the largest in the middle.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          He did not give me flowers today. But I surely loved his surprise..I don't think there's anything else I would have wanted. I loved it.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8951961981289451655-8606901952842123079?l=cheskafrances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheskafrances.blogspot.com/feeds/8606901952842123079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8951961981289451655&amp;postID=8606901952842123079&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8951961981289451655/posts/default/8606901952842123079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8951961981289451655/posts/default/8606901952842123079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheskafrances.blogspot.com/2008/10/leihs-birthday-gift.html' title='Leih&apos;s Birthday Gift...'/><author><name>Ayha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08333222220628733905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/TKfxsAEvXLI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Cf3vtsvTOBY/S220/6256_1066500277468_1674897438_139271_2715079_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/SZbpMfGsp0I/AAAAAAAAANk/WzCsMHkKiHA/s72-c/10162008712.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8951961981289451655.post-6413112443114102114</id><published>2008-10-07T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T23:41:21.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Opal Ring From My Future Mom-In-Law</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/SZbl5cIN4vI/AAAAAAAAANc/3cZH2qhqzJc/s1600-h/10072008678.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/SZbl5cIN4vI/AAAAAAAAANc/3cZH2qhqzJc/s320/10072008678.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302678386241299186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;     Today is Amaya's town fiesta.  I was still at the gym trying to break a sweat when Nanay Lut (Leih's mom) dropped by our place to give us some food from the fiesta. She also handed to my mom a small silver box with a tag "A Gift For You"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       It was her early birthday gift to me..&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;      I was so touched by her gesture. She really remembered my birthday and went out of her way to purchase this beautiful ring with my birthstone on it. She says it's for good luck. I am so lucky for having Nanay Lut as my future mother-in-law. I can feel that she loves me already. Words are not enough to express how grateful and happy I am. My birthday hasn't arrived yet, but I think I'm gonna have a lot more to look forward to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8951961981289451655-6413112443114102114?l=cheskafrances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheskafrances.blogspot.com/feeds/6413112443114102114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8951961981289451655&amp;postID=6413112443114102114&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8951961981289451655/posts/default/6413112443114102114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8951961981289451655/posts/default/6413112443114102114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheskafrances.blogspot.com/2009/02/opal-ring-from-my-future-mom-in-law.html' title='An Opal Ring From My Future Mom-In-Law'/><author><name>Ayha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08333222220628733905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/TKfxsAEvXLI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Cf3vtsvTOBY/S220/6256_1066500277468_1674897438_139271_2715079_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/SZbl5cIN4vI/AAAAAAAAANc/3cZH2qhqzJc/s72-c/10072008678.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8951961981289451655.post-4364594675943436050</id><published>2008-09-11T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T23:43:26.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Decision For Life....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/SZbedpXl_5I/AAAAAAAAAMs/NKgbIAGbi6M/s1600-h/i8031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/SZbedpXl_5I/AAAAAAAAAMs/NKgbIAGbi6M/s320/i8031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302670212177723282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; It's 10:45 in the evening and I just finished updating our website... I felt like updating my Blogger site for a change...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;     Just a while ago, my friends and I were talking about marriage and how tough it is to be married. Being older than me for more than half my age makes them more rightful to talk about it, and since I'm pondering on what lies ahead, it kept me thinking...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;     Then it dawned on me...  Somehow I felt a tinge of pride and relief... I realized, if not for destiny,  I would have probably ended up with someone who would cheat on me and make my life miserable.. Looking back, I have nothing but gratitude for destiny on doing its part. It surely saved me from a lot of pain.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;     When Leih came to my life, a lot of things changed for the better. At first I didn't occur to me that he could be Mr. Right. But he had been so patient with me, he practically did everything that would make me happy. I was his priority. With Leih, I never had to take the back seat. He builds his dream with me in it, h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;e loves me and everyone I love, and for those two years that he pursued me with unfaltered determination, I guess he has proven his point well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Honestly I feel hesitant about the idea of getting married, coz normally, when you settle down, that would change a lot of things in your life ~~ like moving somewhere else for starters.  But being an only child, I don't think I'm cut out for it.. I love my parents so much, leaving them would shatter me to pieces.. I couldn't imagine a new life without them. This,  Leih understands pretty well.. And the first time he thought of asking my hand, he promised me that I would no longer be alone with my responsibilities as an only child... ~ that he would love them as much as he loves me and that everything will be alright... I was so touched by how he makes everything so simple for me... I couldn't ask for anything more... Sa panahong ito, meron pa palang ganitong lalake ngayon... I am so blessed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Just as I'm writing this, I'm getting teary-eyed again... I guess all my sacrifices in the past paid off  coz my good karma has come back  in two-fold.  Personally, I don't mind having a simple wedding, just as long  as I'm marrying the man I love... so I consider this as a bonus that he's giving me a nice wedding that I only dreamed of growing up... Now I have my hands full with all the preparations for my big day, and I can't be more excited...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  My prince is truly heaven-sent. He is the man I've been praying for, the other half I am meant to spend the rest of my days with..."The One" I wish to share every moment with, good and bad. I'm glad he's in my life now... My future just got better, a way lot better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8951961981289451655-4364594675943436050?l=cheskafrances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheskafrances.blogspot.com/feeds/4364594675943436050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8951961981289451655&amp;postID=4364594675943436050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8951961981289451655/posts/default/4364594675943436050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8951961981289451655/posts/default/4364594675943436050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheskafrances.blogspot.com/2009/02/decision-for-life.html' title='A Decision For Life....'/><author><name>Ayha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08333222220628733905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/TKfxsAEvXLI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Cf3vtsvTOBY/S220/6256_1066500277468_1674897438_139271_2715079_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/SZbedpXl_5I/AAAAAAAAAMs/NKgbIAGbi6M/s72-c/i8031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8951961981289451655.post-994316186128596588</id><published>2008-06-29T23:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T00:02:49.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Flower Diary..." ORANGE ROSES"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/SZbq2-XntEI/AAAAAAAAANs/ipG8jCcm-0U/s1600-h/1_936226798l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/SZbq2-XntEI/AAAAAAAAANs/ipG8jCcm-0U/s400/1_936226798l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302683841451242562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;           &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;    I got three dozens of deep orange American  roses today from Leih. Just this week,  I was thinking, ano kayang magbabago after we got engaged? Normally kase, once a guy gets the girl to say yes, some things start to change. The courtship tends to shift slightly to almost non-existent and you start to put your attention on other things like the wedding preparations that make you forget the "small things".....&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;      Thankfully it looks like Leih won't change after all. He's still the thoughtful and sweet guy I know... I  hope he stays this way... forever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8951961981289451655-994316186128596588?l=cheskafrances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheskafrances.blogspot.com/feeds/994316186128596588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8951961981289451655&amp;postID=994316186128596588&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8951961981289451655/posts/default/994316186128596588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8951961981289451655/posts/default/994316186128596588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheskafrances.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-flower-diary-orange-roses.html' title='My Flower Diary...&quot; ORANGE ROSES&quot;'/><author><name>Ayha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08333222220628733905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/TKfxsAEvXLI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Cf3vtsvTOBY/S220/6256_1066500277468_1674897438_139271_2715079_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/SZbq2-XntEI/AAAAAAAAANs/ipG8jCcm-0U/s72-c/1_936226798l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8951961981289451655.post-2672363477121764470</id><published>2008-06-14T11:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T14:09:16.338+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='choice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prince'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fairytale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nobility'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Fairytales Do Come True...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;It's been a while since I last logged in to my blogger account.  I said to myself, I better make up for the lost time by posting on something worthy to read for my fellow bloggers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start with, this article is not intended to badmouth any person who will be unfortunately dragged in while I write this.  My blog is with purpose~~ first, to hopefully inspire other people especially those who are presently at their lives' crossroads, to prove to them that there is indeed a real fairytale and it comes true, only in different forms and ways..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just liek any other normal girl, I too had my heart broken once or twice in the past. I guess heartaches are just inevitable. They're bound to hit you whether you like it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two years ago, after my seemingly "publicized" relationship ended, people expected me to jump quickly into the dating bandwagon as it officially meant that I was again free to roll and have fun with my life as a single available chick. Well yeah, point taken... But i had other plans in mind..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone gets out of a relationship so bad that you couldn't even imagine any single happy moment in it, you'd naturally feel sorry for that person, thinking, THAT'S IT for her... I went through that crap once... Most girls that I know who have been in the same shoes that I've been have given up on love and self esteem after a bad case of male chauvinism. They've become so badly jaded with the idea of relationships and second chances of finding happiness for good... They've lost their sense of direction and continue living blindly with the motto that love isn't just for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am different. I never shared the same reason. I was born a natural romantic, always have been and always will be.. No amount of heartache can change my belief in love, real life prince charmings who sweep you off your feet, and fairytale endings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, in those two years, I chose to have a blast... And I did.  Starting from those two years marked the very best years of my life. I went out, had fun, explored the world as much as my means could get me, learned a thing or two about myself, loved me even more, and realized that there is so much to life than what I thought. It's true that only you can make a difference in your life, and it is your perspective that will shape the future you want for yourself. For me, I chose to love myself  and be happy for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Guys come and go. That's one thing I learned. I opted to know a few who showed interest in me, tried the dating scene once or twice, had something fancy with a special friend for a short while...  And then I thought, was I having too much fun that I've turned complacent? I never worried about not settling down thinking I got the world in my hands.. Call me arrogant but with all the eligible guys I was blessedly surrounded with, I knew I could make I choice anytime I wanted. I left the worrying to other who constantly reminded me that I am already at age..  But I knew better.. Somewhere in my heart, I knew what I wanted. I always believed that time will arrive at my feet and I will just know, "IT'S TIME"... I won't have any doubts whatsoever. I never wanted to hurry myself just to appease anybody. I will never go for something that my heart doesn't approve. I want things accordingly. I opted to wait for my prince charming to come, and for my real life-fairytale to happen... And it did...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true after all... Princes do exist in our lifetime. I found mine in Leihson's persona.. Only, my prince didn't come dressed in anything fancy nor in a white horse but in an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Ü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;ber cute Abercrombie and a sleek Beemie convertible. Still, he was the same handsome prince charming I envisioned him to be... After countless letters, truckloads of flowers, a dog and endless conversations,  the prince I can see myself growing old with has finally arrived... For those years that I chose to enjoy for myself, Leihson never faltered. He showed how determined he was to win my heart. Never have I seen such love and care. As I said, I was a believer of love and second chances.  But it was beyond my imagination that someone so kind and loving as Leihson could ever come into my life. He has always been there to shower me with love. Never have I felt so important. I have never felt so secure in my life.  With this prince, I never have to worry about anything..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nice to think that I have done a heap of good things in the past to be given this kind of karma. And so I say this to all those girls who are still hung up on their failed relationships especially those who have been sticking it up with guys who do nothing but mistreat and abuse them. Girls, there is a whole lot of world out there!!! Open your eyes!!! All you need is to put yourself together and make a choice.  Either love yourself and choose to be happy, or forever sulk in regret for being so stubborn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is a gift that is ought to be enjoyed. It isn't something you just stick up with. Standing by the person you love despite the pain he causes is very noble, but remember, nobility comes with a price. If you choose to become a martyr, you may have to endure this life-long sacrifice and stay miserable for the rest of your life... After all, you cannot impose change on someone... It just won't happen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the options lay ahead. It's all up to us to make the right choice. In my case, I chose to be happy, and I ended up perfectly fulfilled with myself, now even complete with my real life-prince charming, and a fairytale yet waiting to unfold. ( The  load down on all the future things to come for sure to be posted here very soon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows... YOu youself might get your own fairytale.. Always remember, your life's path depends on what you want..  For God's sake, choose the right one...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8951961981289451655-2672363477121764470?l=cheskafrances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheskafrances.blogspot.com/feeds/2672363477121764470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8951961981289451655&amp;postID=2672363477121764470&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8951961981289451655/posts/default/2672363477121764470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8951961981289451655/posts/default/2672363477121764470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheskafrances.blogspot.com/2008/06/fairytales-do-come-true.html' title='Fairytales Do Come True...'/><author><name>Ayha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08333222220628733905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/TKfxsAEvXLI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Cf3vtsvTOBY/S220/6256_1066500277468_1674897438_139271_2715079_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8951961981289451655.post-7616965634171020453</id><published>2008-02-14T22:24:00.025+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T23:30:21.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine Treats</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I knew it… Yesterday’s surprise wasn’t over… T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;his&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;orn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;ing, I got a hundred long-stemmed red roses beautifully arranged into a big bouquet.. It was so damn heavy, I had som&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;eone put it at the back of the CRV just so I can take it home… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;The flowers were very lovely.. Together with the flowers was a pink Red Ribbon chocolate cake with a caricature of a couple bearing a sign&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; above, “I love you”…&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;    &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;             Leih’s mother, Nanay Lut brought some lunch for me and my officemates and a super deliciousde ssert she had specially ordered for me.. It was soooo sweet.. I was very touched…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Though there was no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Valentine that I didn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;’t get anythi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;ng, today was truly exceptional… I really felt special.. so so so special. I will be sleeping w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;ith a big smile on m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;y face. I may have had a tiring day at work, but I definitely had a super awesome Valentines day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia; text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/SZbiQ6GHVFI/AAAAAAAAANE/4Ywhhr9BIt0/s1600-h/Shot+1781.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/SZbiQ6GHVFI/AAAAAAAAANE/4Ywhhr9BIt0/s400/Shot+1781.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302674391376024658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/SZbjZCyo0dI/AAAAAAAAANU/Xr6jP278ITA/s1600-h/Shot+1774.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/SZbjZCyo0dI/AAAAAAAAANU/Xr6jP278ITA/s400/Shot+1774.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302675630660833746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia; text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8951961981289451655-7616965634171020453?l=cheskafrances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheskafrances.blogspot.com/feeds/7616965634171020453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8951961981289451655&amp;postID=7616965634171020453&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8951961981289451655/posts/default/7616965634171020453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8951961981289451655/posts/default/7616965634171020453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheskafrances.blogspot.com/2008/02/valentine-treats.html' title='Valentine Treats'/><author><name>Ayha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08333222220628733905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/TKfxsAEvXLI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Cf3vtsvTOBY/S220/6256_1066500277468_1674897438_139271_2715079_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/SZbiQ6GHVFI/AAAAAAAAANE/4Ywhhr9BIt0/s72-c/Shot+1781.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8951961981289451655.post-1047322057779071073</id><published>2008-02-13T18:44:00.022+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T14:52:23.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day of Hearts...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;A day before Valentines, a magnificent display of five different-colored roses were delivered to my office... It was of colors pink, fuschia, red, white and orange..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;. Five dozens to be exact, all placed in their transparent vases, with corresponding pop-up red heart ball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;oons an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;d a  small teddy to go with it...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/R7LWUuHbwUI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/MJn9uFyB82Q/s1600-h/the+best.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/R7LWUuHbwUI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/MJn9uFyB82Q/s400/the+best.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166427374012318018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I was speechless upon seeing the surprise as I came back into the office after my lunch break.. My table was literally filled up with long-colored boxes! It feels good knowing someone cares for you this much... I was smiling all day after that...  It isn't Valentines day ye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;t! Could my day get any better than this?? I'm really looking forward to tomorrow... I can already feel my cheeks burning! hihihi..  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I have no idea how I managed to bring these flowers home.... My mom was marveled by the flowers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I got...  I hope I gave justice to the beauty of the blooms I got... Here are the pictures... Enjoy!  Happy Valentines!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/R7LZJ-HbwWI/AAAAAAAAAGg/PMaBCFY7YZU/s1600-h/huwaw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/R7LZJ-HbwWI/AAAAAAAAAGg/PMaBCFY7YZU/s400/huwaw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166430487863607650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/R7LX-OHbwVI/AAAAAAAAAGY/1WwIwL3aSlM/s1600-h/ganda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/R7LX-OHbwVI/AAAAAAAAAGY/1WwIwL3aSlM/s400/ganda.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166429186488516946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/R7LZrOHbwXI/AAAAAAAAAGo/ETNSsiHBkJ4/s1600-h/suskaganda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/R7LZrOHbwXI/AAAAAAAAAGo/ETNSsiHBkJ4/s400/suskaganda.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166431059094258034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8951961981289451655-1047322057779071073?l=cheskafrances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheskafrances.blogspot.com/feeds/1047322057779071073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8951961981289451655&amp;postID=1047322057779071073&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8951961981289451655/posts/default/1047322057779071073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8951961981289451655/posts/default/1047322057779071073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheskafrances.blogspot.com/2008/02/day-of-hearts.html' title='Day of Hearts...'/><author><name>Ayha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08333222220628733905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/TKfxsAEvXLI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Cf3vtsvTOBY/S220/6256_1066500277468_1674897438_139271_2715079_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/R7LWUuHbwUI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/MJn9uFyB82Q/s72-c/the+best.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8951961981289451655.post-5736423671654505472</id><published>2008-01-29T21:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T14:38:46.690+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peach roses'/><title type='text'>My Flower Diary..."PEACH ROSES"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/R58wc10meeI/AAAAAAAAAFg/MuFC957iRs0/s1600-h/Shot+1730.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/R58wc10meeI/AAAAAAAAAFg/MuFC957iRs0/s320/Shot+1730.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160896970032052706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;             &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Another set of flowers came in today,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt; Tuesday, just before February stepped in..  Two dozens of pink/peach long stemmed roses were delivered to me by ISLAND ROSE, courtesy of someone who again wanted to see a smile on my face.. Sweet right?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             I'm beginning to wonder how my Fe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;bruary would be considering it's still a month before the day of hearts and I'm raking new sets of flowers every week.. Excitement starts flowing in my veins! Seems to me like I  gotta get a new makeover b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;efore the big day! (LOL) I feel so elated... More like a girl with  long-train-like hair.. (beat that.. hahaha) j/k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/R58w5F0mefI/AAAAAAAAAFo/9aWyNmw1HCM/s1600-h/Shot+1736.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/R58w5F0mefI/AAAAAAAAAFo/9aWyNmw1HCM/s320/Shot+1736.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160897455363357170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8951961981289451655-5736423671654505472?l=cheskafrances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheskafrances.blogspot.com/feeds/5736423671654505472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8951961981289451655&amp;postID=5736423671654505472&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8951961981289451655/posts/default/5736423671654505472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8951961981289451655/posts/default/5736423671654505472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheskafrances.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-flower-diarypeach-roses.html' title='My Flower Diary...&quot;PEACH ROSES&quot;'/><author><name>Ayha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08333222220628733905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/TKfxsAEvXLI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Cf3vtsvTOBY/S220/6256_1066500277468_1674897438_139271_2715079_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/R58wc10meeI/AAAAAAAAAFg/MuFC957iRs0/s72-c/Shot+1730.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8951961981289451655.post-8092112602322248592</id><published>2008-01-24T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T01:57:46.533+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lavender roses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smile'/><title type='text'>My Flower Diary.. "LAVENDER ROSES"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/R58uUF0medI/AAAAAAAAAFY/bqiXHdWl_jg/s1600-h/Shot+1717.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/R58uUF0medI/AAAAAAAAAFY/bqiXHdWl_jg/s200/Shot+1717.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160894620684941778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;              There is a reason for this smile... Two dozens of lavender roses were delivered &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;to my office at 12 in the afternoon for no apparent reason.. ~~ well, that wouldn't be exactly true considering my smile  counts as the most valid reason according to the "giver". (LOL)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/R58uDV0mecI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/amh9ZxPCdMo/s1600-h/Shot+1699.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/R58uDV0mecI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/amh9ZxPCdMo/s400/Shot+1699.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160894332922132930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Nice ei?? yup, they are gorgeous...&lt;br /&gt;It looks so good on my table...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8951961981289451655-8092112602322248592?l=cheskafrances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheskafrances.blogspot.com/feeds/8092112602322248592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8951961981289451655&amp;postID=8092112602322248592&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8951961981289451655/posts/default/8092112602322248592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8951961981289451655/posts/default/8092112602322248592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheskafrances.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-flower-diary-lavender-roses.html' title='My Flower Diary.. &quot;LAVENDER ROSES&quot;'/><author><name>Ayha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08333222220628733905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/TKfxsAEvXLI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Cf3vtsvTOBY/S220/6256_1066500277468_1674897438_139271_2715079_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/R58uUF0medI/AAAAAAAAAFY/bqiXHdWl_jg/s72-c/Shot+1717.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8951961981289451655.post-8454587232404560904</id><published>2008-01-20T21:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T14:50:47.238+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shih tzu'/><title type='text'>Working Puppy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;After giving this brat a warm bath, I prepared him for work.. Yes, he, just like me, went to work in the afternoon. (LOL) I brought Zach to the office and just let him &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;wander off at our spacious new office.. HE had a great time playing with his rawhide chew bone, j&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;ust running to and fro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; until he got tired and dozed off...  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;He is almost 3 months now and is fast growing.. actually, it looks like he's growing fatter rather than taller. He has a big appetite. (no ne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;ed for vitamins for this fella) It's quite obvious with his bod, right?? My baby is so adorable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/R58n010meXI/AAAAAAAAAEo/ooGxPir5hFk/s1600-h/Shot+1677.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/R58n010meXI/AAAAAAAAAEo/ooGxPir5hFk/s400/Shot+1677.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160887486744263026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8951961981289451655-8454587232404560904?l=cheskafrances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheskafrances.blogspot.com/feeds/8454587232404560904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8951961981289451655&amp;postID=8454587232404560904&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8951961981289451655/posts/default/8454587232404560904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8951961981289451655/posts/default/8454587232404560904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheskafrances.blogspot.com/2008/01/working-puppy.html' title='Working Puppy'/><author><name>Ayha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08333222220628733905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/TKfxsAEvXLI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Cf3vtsvTOBY/S220/6256_1066500277468_1674897438_139271_2715079_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/R58n010meXI/AAAAAAAAAEo/ooGxPir5hFk/s72-c/Shot+1677.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8951961981289451655.post-1108411901890251027</id><published>2008-01-15T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T01:57:47.066+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='light yellow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='and deep red malaysian mums...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='orange'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='green'/><title type='text'>My Flower Diary.."MALAYSIAN MUMS"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Another gorgeous addition to my flower diary...  A combination of different kinds of mums as they call it, with hues of lavender, green, light yellow, deep red and striking Canary-yellow... &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;         Perfect....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/R58rZl0meaI/AAAAAAAAAFA/A9c6e_IDTF8/s1600-h/Shot+1658.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/R58rZl0meaI/AAAAAAAAAFA/A9c6e_IDTF8/s400/Shot+1658.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160891416639338914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8951961981289451655-1108411901890251027?l=cheskafrances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheskafrances.blogspot.com/feeds/1108411901890251027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8951961981289451655&amp;postID=1108411901890251027&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8951961981289451655/posts/default/1108411901890251027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8951961981289451655/posts/default/1108411901890251027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheskafrances.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-flower-diarymalaysian-mums.html' title='My Flower Diary..&quot;MALAYSIAN MUMS&quot;'/><author><name>Ayha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08333222220628733905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/TKfxsAEvXLI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Cf3vtsvTOBY/S220/6256_1066500277468_1674897438_139271_2715079_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/R58rZl0meaI/AAAAAAAAAFA/A9c6e_IDTF8/s72-c/Shot+1658.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8951961981289451655.post-2665114090234075520</id><published>2008-01-08T21:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T23:22:54.714+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pink stargazers / lilies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blooms...'/><title type='text'>My Flower Diary.. "STARGAZERS"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;    A very dainty surprise of baby pink Stargazers on a Monday morning... It came in complete with a basket and a cute pink bow to match it.. A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: georgia;"&gt; dozen more buds are about to bloom anytime this week... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/R58sd10mebI/AAAAAAAAAFI/NweeRxp8Wpc/s1600-h/Shot+1635.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/R58sd10mebI/AAAAAAAAAFI/NweeRxp8Wpc/s400/Shot+1635.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160892589165410738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8951961981289451655-2665114090234075520?l=cheskafrances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheskafrances.blogspot.com/feeds/2665114090234075520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8951961981289451655&amp;postID=2665114090234075520&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8951961981289451655/posts/default/2665114090234075520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8951961981289451655/posts/default/2665114090234075520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheskafrances.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-flower-diary-stargazers.html' title='My Flower Diary.. &quot;STARGAZERS&quot;'/><author><name>Ayha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08333222220628733905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/TKfxsAEvXLI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Cf3vtsvTOBY/S220/6256_1066500277468_1674897438_139271_2715079_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/R58sd10mebI/AAAAAAAAAFI/NweeRxp8Wpc/s72-c/Shot+1635.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8951961981289451655.post-6139393617110216664</id><published>2008-01-05T20:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T23:23:43.728+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='candle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cake'/><title type='text'>Adorable Brats...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/R399jLT9jcI/AAAAAAAAADo/HKeNafWQMms/s1600-h/Shot+1621.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/R399jLT9jcI/AAAAAAAAADo/HKeNafWQMms/s200/Shot+1621.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151974542020545986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;My puppies, Zach, Macky &amp;amp; Houston turned two (2) months yesterday, January 4, 2008.. They've  grown so big that they're so difficult to carry by one hand... It's quite obvious that they all have wonderful appetites..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/R399r7T9jdI/AAAAAAAAADw/40klMn7QHCI/s1600-h/Shot+1624.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 122px; height: 186px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/R399r7T9jdI/AAAAAAAAADw/40klMn7QHCI/s200/Shot+1624.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151974692344401362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Here are Zach &amp;amp; Macky's pictures with their Goldilocks Cheese Mamon Cake with a number 2 candle lit just for them... Mommy and I struggled to  get them to pose infront of the camera but to no avail... They just won't stay put... All we could do was take one shot at a time, but it w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;as worth it.. Aren't they adorable???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Macky is about to find his new home next week... Judy is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/R398IbT9jaI/AAAAAAAAADY/iRglrpRQE7Y/s1600-h/Shot+1627.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/R398IbT9jaI/AAAAAAAAADY/iRglrpRQE7Y/s200/Shot+1627.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151972982947417506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; supposedly gonna nam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;e him Pop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;oy, but as long as he's still with me, his name remains to be Macky...  This is Macky you see intently staring at the camera after his bath... (explains why his fur is still in disarray)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I will surely miss this cutie...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8951961981289451655-6139393617110216664?l=cheskafrances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheskafrances.blogspot.com/feeds/6139393617110216664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8951961981289451655&amp;postID=6139393617110216664&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8951961981289451655/posts/default/6139393617110216664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8951961981289451655/posts/default/6139393617110216664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheskafrances.blogspot.com/2008/01/zach-houston-macky-turns-two.html' title='Adorable Brats...'/><author><name>Ayha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08333222220628733905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/TKfxsAEvXLI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Cf3vtsvTOBY/S220/6256_1066500277468_1674897438_139271_2715079_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/R399jLT9jcI/AAAAAAAAADo/HKeNafWQMms/s72-c/Shot+1621.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8951961981289451655.post-8295739231064512974</id><published>2008-01-01T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T01:57:48.241+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='resolution'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ipod Nano'/><title type='text'>The New IPOD NANO 3rd Gen..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I am absolutely awed with my latest Christmas gift... I got a new 8GB 3rd Generation Ipod Nano...  Barely 3 inches with a bright 320 by 240 resolution display, I found myself watching movies with it all the time, basically taking away my boredom during the long holidays... The sound quality was great, I couldn't say anythin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;g else..&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;It had an engraving at the back named&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/R3ocfrT9jZI/AAAAAAAAADQ/QXg9orhJ8tI/s1600-h/06_large20070905.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/R3ocfrT9jZI/AAAAAAAAADQ/QXg9orhJ8tI/s200/06_large20070905.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150460454379556242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"Ching-Ching" and comes complete with an armband I could use to help me get working on my new year- resolution.. yes, that would be the gym...., whew.. I better start burning up those calories I gained from the non-stop food-fiesta..&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Anyways, Happy New Year everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8951961981289451655-8295739231064512974?l=cheskafrances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheskafrances.blogspot.com/feeds/8295739231064512974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8951961981289451655&amp;postID=8295739231064512974&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8951961981289451655/posts/default/8295739231064512974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8951961981289451655/posts/default/8295739231064512974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheskafrances.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-christmas-gift.html' title='The New IPOD NANO 3rd Gen..'/><author><name>Ayha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08333222220628733905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/TKfxsAEvXLI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Cf3vtsvTOBY/S220/6256_1066500277468_1674897438_139271_2715079_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/R3ocfrT9jZI/AAAAAAAAADQ/QXg9orhJ8tI/s72-c/06_large20070905.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8951961981289451655.post-143170515814257170</id><published>2007-12-20T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T01:57:49.004+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog treats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mrs.Claus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Spoiled Rotten...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/R2p4yLT9jYI/AAAAAAAAADI/abUotzzgrQE/s1600-h/Shot+1554-small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/R2p4yLT9jYI/AAAAAAAAADI/abUotzzgrQE/s320/Shot+1554-small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146058327649521026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Twinkle got her Christmas gifts today from Leihson, a big box came in early this morning filled with a complete Mrs. Claus out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;fit, raw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;hide chew &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;bones and alot of dog-food packs and treats, of course her puppies got theirs too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only three puppies are left with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/R2p1KbT9jXI/AAAAAAAAADA/gtVOfmWbQas/s1600-h/Shot+1550-small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/R2p1KbT9jXI/AAAAAAAAADA/gtVOfmWbQas/s200/Shot+1550-small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146054346214837618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;right now.. I gave the first one, Sophia, to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt; Leihson's family last week, and the second one, B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;asti, was adopted by Fiscal Cabarriban just last Tuesday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt; It felt weird at first, coming home to only 3 puppies, knowing that I probably might not s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/R2pyJLT9jVI/AAAAAAAAACw/QGLb8laA5Bw/s1600-h/cutie+ako.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/R2pyJLT9jVI/AAAAAAAAACw/QGLb8laA5Bw/s320/cutie+ako.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146051026205117778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;ee the two othe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;r pups ever...but just this afternoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;, I saw Sophia again and boy did sh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;e grow more adorable... She was sporting a white collar on her neck and she smelled wonderful. I gave her 2 rawhide chew bones and a handful of milky bones to keep her busy. I'm really happy knowing she ended up with people who could take very good care of her..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Twinkle took a bath after&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;wards and started fitting the dress.. It looked so cute on her...  Here are some of the pics I took while she posed for the camera...  She's a natural, ain't she?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8951961981289451655-143170515814257170?l=cheskafrances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheskafrances.blogspot.com/feeds/143170515814257170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8951961981289451655&amp;postID=143170515814257170&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8951961981289451655/posts/default/143170515814257170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8951961981289451655/posts/default/143170515814257170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheskafrances.blogspot.com/2007/12/spoiled-rotten.html' title='Spoiled Rotten...'/><author><name>Ayha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08333222220628733905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/TKfxsAEvXLI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Cf3vtsvTOBY/S220/6256_1066500277468_1674897438_139271_2715079_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/R2p4yLT9jYI/AAAAAAAAADI/abUotzzgrQE/s72-c/Shot+1554-small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8951961981289451655.post-5616821731392799169</id><published>2007-12-15T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T21:07:57.641+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nodes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lumps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lymphoma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diagnose'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cancer'/><title type='text'>Cancer's Wrath...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;      As I was waiting for my turn at the derma clinic this afternoon, two women carrying a child came in, asking if Dr. Hayden came to work. Dr. Hayden is my derma's husband, a cosmetic surgeon. My friend and I became curious as we observed how the child bore numerous little lumps around his neck. Deep inside, I knew it wasn't just an ordinary case of rash...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;     To my surprise, my friend approached the mother. She too has a son who was recently diagnosed with lymphoma, in layman's term ~ cancer of the lymph nodes. Lucky for her, her son was diagnosed and treated early before it reached the first stage. He is now currently under chemotherapy and is fast recuperating.  She relates how hopeless she felt when her son was first diagnosed with cancer,  she had some regret as well. For starters, her son's first doctor dismissed the node as just a sign of Vitamin deficiency, unaware that it was already the onset of a deadly illness. This probably pushed her to refer her son's doctor to this woman.  She wanted to be of help, and if God permits, we hope there's still hope for the child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;    Most of us get lymph nodes especially when we get colds or cough... We acquire it mostly when we catch a flu.. Nodes of different sizes just start popping beneath the ear, on the neck and in the groin area. We tend to ignore it thinking it is just probably an after effect of a cold, as what have been taught to us by our parents. Wrong notion by the way. This is where the problem starts ~ ignorance. This type of cancer could spread in just a matter of weeks if not treated  asap. Doctors even say "worrying" hastens up the spread of cancer cells, increasing the size of the nodes until it reaches the brain... Before we know it, it's all too late.. and the patient ends up just like another sad cancer case...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you or anybody in your family notices a lump or any node growing, don't take it for granted. It would be better to have yourself checked by a certified doctor. This is a serious matter we should not neglect. As they say, prevention is much better than a pound of cure. We should also avoid negative thoughts and what if questions, fears about the unknown, things that prevent us from seeking medical help as we are threatened by the possible outcomes...  As soon as it is diagnosed and treated, the better the chances of surviving lymphoma. . this goes for other illnesses...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;     I hope somehow, I shed some light to those who might be reading this.  Proper information is vital to prevent the rate of lymphoma patients from soaring up...  After all, would you let one lymph node destroy your precious life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I thought so too....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8951961981289451655-5616821731392799169?l=cheskafrances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheskafrances.blogspot.com/feeds/5616821731392799169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8951961981289451655&amp;postID=5616821731392799169&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8951961981289451655/posts/default/5616821731392799169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8951961981289451655/posts/default/5616821731392799169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheskafrances.blogspot.com/2007/12/lymphoma-watch-out.html' title='Cancer&apos;s Wrath...'/><author><name>Ayha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08333222220628733905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/TKfxsAEvXLI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Cf3vtsvTOBY/S220/6256_1066500277468_1674897438_139271_2715079_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8951961981289451655.post-6096076644250941785</id><published>2007-12-13T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T01:57:49.480+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='roses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='proposal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>A Proposal...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/R2E7vdlxXfI/AAAAAAAAACg/ivqeD1Ty-JQ/s1600-h/roses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/R2E7vdlxXfI/AAAAAAAAACg/ivqeD1Ty-JQ/s320/roses.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143457936016760306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;My officemate received the de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;livery in my behalf as I was still having lunch at home... The flowers came in at 12:37 PM., wrapped neatly inside a big personalized box from Islandrose.net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a 2-dozen red and white american r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;oses. I couldn't remember anymore how many flowers I received from the guy who sent me this but everytime he sends me one, it would always be of different combinations..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I also had someone propose to me in a not-so-usual manner... it was a text message I got from this highschool friend of mine, asking me if I would like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;to think about his offer of marriage once he gets home in 2008 (he is not the one who sent me the flowers , BTW) . He sounded persistent and kinda in a hurry, wanting to start a family right away... Honestly, I couldn't quite define what I felt about what he said.. if it were a joke, it would have been funny... but it wasn't... I felt so flattered and kinda overwhelmed with the attention... he has been a close friend of mine, sticking by me through my toughest times...  though I dismissed it with another joke, I admit it felt nice...  (",)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8951961981289451655-6096076644250941785?l=cheskafrances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheskafrances.blogspot.com/feeds/6096076644250941785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8951961981289451655&amp;postID=6096076644250941785&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8951961981289451655/posts/default/6096076644250941785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8951961981289451655/posts/default/6096076644250941785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheskafrances.blogspot.com/2007/12/proposal.html' title='A Proposal...'/><author><name>Ayha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08333222220628733905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/TKfxsAEvXLI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Cf3vtsvTOBY/S220/6256_1066500277468_1674897438_139271_2715079_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/R2E7vdlxXfI/AAAAAAAAACg/ivqeD1Ty-JQ/s72-c/roses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8951961981289451655.post-6122042562769617808</id><published>2007-12-08T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T01:57:49.951+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='care'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kiss'/><title type='text'>Bye-Bye Baby...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/R1qxltlxXUI/AAAAAAAAABI/Oz-KisYOCBU/s1600-h/Shot+1450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/R1qxltlxXUI/AAAAAAAAABI/Oz-KisYOCBU/s320/Shot+1450.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141617186048138562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;         &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All day long I played with my  little pups in between my googleing... It was a lazy Saturday, time for malling in fact but I chose to just stay at home and take care of my dog and her five puppies...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I felt a pang of sadness as I carried one of the puppies to my bed... It'll only be a fe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/R1q0etlxXVI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hv-26_A2F8I/s1600-h/Shot+1349-small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/R1q0etlxXVI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hv-26_A2F8I/s320/Shot+1349-small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141620364323937618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;w weeks and three of them will be out of my care.. Despite finding it  hard to care for newborn pups, I'm starting to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;get pretty much attached to the little ones... They seem to recognize me already... No matter ho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;w sleepy I feel in the morning, I get my lazy self up and whip them some breakfast, clean up their mess and dry them clean after soaking in God-knows-what...They would come  and kiss my feet seemingly greet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ing me a "good day"..  I feel sad thinking I'd be giving them away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     They are so adorable... If only it wasn't that hard, I would have kept them all for good...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8951961981289451655-6122042562769617808?l=cheskafrances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheskafrances.blogspot.com/feeds/6122042562769617808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8951961981289451655&amp;postID=6122042562769617808&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8951961981289451655/posts/default/6122042562769617808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8951961981289451655/posts/default/6122042562769617808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheskafrances.blogspot.com/2007/12/all-day-long-i-toyed-with-my-laptop.html' title='Bye-Bye Baby...'/><author><name>Ayha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08333222220628733905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/TKfxsAEvXLI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Cf3vtsvTOBY/S220/6256_1066500277468_1674897438_139271_2715079_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/R1qxltlxXUI/AAAAAAAAABI/Oz-KisYOCBU/s72-c/Shot+1450.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8951961981289451655.post-6504281288132948513</id><published>2007-12-04T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T01:57:50.453+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chocolate cake'/><title type='text'>A Puppy's Life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/R10gWtlxXWI/AAAAAAAAABY/rYAzckhuzWY/s1600-h/Shot+1477.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/R10gWtlxXWI/AAAAAAAAABY/rYAzckhuzWY/s400/Shot+1477.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142301924094205282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Today, my five puppies turned officially one month old!!! Since we won't anymore be celebrating their birthdays together in the next few months ( they'd be finding their new homes by then), I decided to get them a small chocolate brownie cake with a blue bi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;rthday candle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/R10hhtlxXXI/AAAAAAAAABg/jkTLzonUDIs/s1600-h/Shot+1475.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/R10hhtlxXXI/AAAAAAAAABg/jkTLzonUDIs/s320/Shot+1475.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142303212584394098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Here's Zach posing before his birthday brownie, eager to taste the pastry!!! Cute ei?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8951961981289451655-6504281288132948513?l=cheskafrances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheskafrances.blogspot.com/feeds/6504281288132948513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8951961981289451655&amp;postID=6504281288132948513&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8951961981289451655/posts/default/6504281288132948513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8951961981289451655/posts/default/6504281288132948513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheskafrances.blogspot.com/2007/12/today-my-five-puppies-turned-officially.html' title='A Puppy&apos;s Life...'/><author><name>Ayha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08333222220628733905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/TKfxsAEvXLI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Cf3vtsvTOBY/S220/6256_1066500277468_1674897438_139271_2715079_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/R10gWtlxXWI/AAAAAAAAABY/rYAzckhuzWY/s72-c/Shot+1477.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8951961981289451655.post-6479885231925489669</id><published>2007-11-24T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T01:57:50.654+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='white and red roses..'/><title type='text'>My Flower Diary.. "RED &amp; WHITE ROSES"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;      Another delivery of white and red American roses from ISLANDR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;OSE, sent by someone who wanted to brighten up my day.. Aren't  they lovely??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/R58pWl0meZI/AAAAAAAAAE4/lRg0BHTk_8w/s1600-h/roses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/R58pWl0meZI/AAAAAAAAAE4/lRg0BHTk_8w/s400/roses.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160889166076475794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8951961981289451655-6479885231925489669?l=cheskafrances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheskafrances.blogspot.com/feeds/6479885231925489669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8951961981289451655&amp;postID=6479885231925489669&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8951961981289451655/posts/default/6479885231925489669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8951961981289451655/posts/default/6479885231925489669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheskafrances.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-flower-diary-red-white-roses.html' title='My Flower Diary.. &quot;RED &amp; WHITE ROSES&quot;'/><author><name>Ayha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08333222220628733905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/TKfxsAEvXLI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Cf3vtsvTOBY/S220/6256_1066500277468_1674897438_139271_2715079_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/R58pWl0meZI/AAAAAAAAAE4/lRg0BHTk_8w/s72-c/roses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8951961981289451655.post-2011971114713215407</id><published>2007-10-16T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T01:57:51.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's My Birthday!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;Today, I  got a y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;ea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/R10kg9lxXbI/AAAAAAAAACA/RKoSTL2s864/s1600-h/shot_1168_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/R10kg9lxXbI/AAAAAAAAACA/RKoSTL2s864/s200/shot_1168_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142306498234375602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;r older....   meaning, another year  filled with memorable and happy moments passed by again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my birthday, I got twenty-four pieces &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt; of t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;wo-toned Fuschia and Baby Pink Ecuadorian roses...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I can't believe the size of these flowers.. They're ev&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;en &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;igge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/R10jFdlxXYI/AAAAAAAAABo/D7K8Kly3rI8/s1600-h/Shot+1174-small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/R10jFdlxXYI/AAAAAAAAABo/D7K8Kly3rI8/s200/Shot+1174-small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142304926276345218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;r than my fist curled up. They're humongous and equally &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;gorgeous...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Leihson sent me this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;beautiful bo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;uquet together with a special cake, a big gall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;on of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;chocolate ice crea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;m and two delicious home-cooked seafoods ~ squid adobo and sweet/spicy shrimps,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; all done by his mother, Nanay Lut, an exceptional cook, by the way... There are no words to define how grateful I feel for the way these people remembered me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/R10jXNlxXZI/AAAAAAAAABw/slPJbiqUEgU/s1600-h/shot_1184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/R10jXNlxXZI/AAAAAAAAABw/slPJbiqUEgU/s200/shot_1184.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142305231219023250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;At work, me and my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;officemates together with some of ou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/R10jj9lxXaI/AAAAAAAAAB4/f3pOEG8_uac/s1600-h/shot_1182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/R10jj9lxXaI/AAAAAAAAAB4/f3pOEG8_uac/s200/shot_1182.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142305450262355362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;r friends shared a small blow-out celebration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;It was a tiring day but a happy one..  I got to wish 3 times as I blew my magic bday candle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;How I wish my next birthdays would be as wonderful as today... =) Growing older ain't that bad after all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8951961981289451655-2011971114713215407?l=cheskafrances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheskafrances.blogspot.com/feeds/2011971114713215407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8951961981289451655&amp;postID=2011971114713215407&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8951961981289451655/posts/default/2011971114713215407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8951961981289451655/posts/default/2011971114713215407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheskafrances.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-fabulous-birthday-surprise.html' title='It&apos;s My Birthday!!!'/><author><name>Ayha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08333222220628733905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/TKfxsAEvXLI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Cf3vtsvTOBY/S220/6256_1066500277468_1674897438_139271_2715079_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/R10kg9lxXbI/AAAAAAAAACA/RKoSTL2s864/s72-c/shot_1168_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8951961981289451655.post-4593281540103869945</id><published>2007-09-08T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T01:57:51.905+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Canary-yellow bulb tulips'/><title type='text'>My Flower Diary... "CANARY YELLOW TULIPS"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;               These are Canary Yellow Bulb-Tulips... An errand-boy from Manila hand-delivered these to me  at around 10:00 in the morning... Thank God it didn't wilt despite the terrible heat of the sun... It looked so striking with its color so alive... Looks like th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;ey're just about t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;o bloom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/R58hDV0meUI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/kC430qJBzVQ/s1600-h/tulips.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/R58hDV0meUI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/kC430qJBzVQ/s400/tulips.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160880039270971714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;                                                                                        Here are the shots I took..  Nice, right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/R58hh10meVI/AAAAAAAAAEY/3PnvxuwgmnY/s1600-h/wow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/R58hh10meVI/AAAAAAAAAEY/3PnvxuwgmnY/s400/wow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160880563256981842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/R58iBF0meWI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ULfqX3FwCU0/s1600-h/nice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/R58iBF0meWI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ULfqX3FwCU0/s400/nice.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160881100127893858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8951961981289451655-4593281540103869945?l=cheskafrances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheskafrances.blogspot.com/feeds/4593281540103869945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8951961981289451655&amp;postID=4593281540103869945&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8951961981289451655/posts/default/4593281540103869945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8951961981289451655/posts/default/4593281540103869945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheskafrances.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-flower-diary-canary-yellow-tulips.html' title='My Flower Diary... &quot;CANARY YELLOW TULIPS&quot;'/><author><name>Ayha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08333222220628733905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/TKfxsAEvXLI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Cf3vtsvTOBY/S220/6256_1066500277468_1674897438_139271_2715079_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/R58hDV0meUI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/kC430qJBzVQ/s72-c/tulips.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8951961981289451655.post-8420620483098617569</id><published>2007-08-31T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T01:57:52.603+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Love YoU'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cellphone camera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gerbera daisies'/><title type='text'>My Flower Diary... "GERBERAS"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Don't you just love flowers?? I got these gorgeous ones early this morning..  It came with a huggable teddy bear which blurts out "I love you" whenever you press its p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;aw...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/R58esl0meRI/AAAAAAAAAD4/gS47XzqyP0c/s1600-h/daisies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/R58esl0meRI/AAAAAAAAAD4/gS47XzqyP0c/s320/daisies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160877449405692178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Would you believe I only used my phone's camera to capture the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;se beautiful orange gerbera daisies??  Good thing it came out real nice...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/R58fFV0meSI/AAAAAAAAAEA/R1AKYvRcryw/s1600-h/Shot+1050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/R58fFV0meSI/AAAAAAAAAEA/R1AKYvRcryw/s320/Shot+1050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160877874607454498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/R58feF0meTI/AAAAAAAAAEI/ShR3eA14FbM/s1600-h/Shot+1056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/R58feF0meTI/AAAAAAAAAEI/ShR3eA14FbM/s400/Shot+1056.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160878299809216818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8951961981289451655-8420620483098617569?l=cheskafrances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheskafrances.blogspot.com/feeds/8420620483098617569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8951961981289451655&amp;postID=8420620483098617569&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8951961981289451655/posts/default/8420620483098617569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8951961981289451655/posts/default/8420620483098617569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheskafrances.blogspot.com/2007/08/dont-you-just-love-flowers-i-got-these.html' title='My Flower Diary... &quot;GERBERAS&quot;'/><author><name>Ayha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08333222220628733905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/TKfxsAEvXLI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Cf3vtsvTOBY/S220/6256_1066500277468_1674897438_139271_2715079_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/R58esl0meRI/AAAAAAAAAD4/gS47XzqyP0c/s72-c/daisies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8951961981289451655.post-8327832021817760526</id><published>2007-06-29T17:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T01:57:54.087+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Why I'm Still Single....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;       &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;  Right now, I'm in my bed, pondering a question posed by a friend of mine this afternoon.  To think I get this question often, not only fro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/R10zJdlxXcI/AAAAAAAAACI/z1HK2BJuHAM/s1600-h/Shot+1460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/R10zJdlxXcI/AAAAAAAAACI/z1HK2BJuHAM/s320/Shot+1460.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142322587181866434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;m guys but from friends as  well, it made me think. &lt;em&gt;"What qualities am I  really looking for in a potential mate?" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   My  pal asked me this 'coz she was wonde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;ring why I don't seem looking for someone special when in fact, it has already been more than a year since I last got ou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;t of a relationship. She even said, if  she were in my shoes, she could  have had her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;pick by now, considering she has a thing for one of my prospective suitors. But honestly, I  don't have any idea either. I guess I'm at that stage where I'm enjoying to the fullest the "benefits" of being a pursued-single. I find it funny that most girls my age  would worryingly cringe at  the ide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;a of not being settled yet, with fear that they might not find anyone at all.. You see, there are a few different kinds of girl-species and I  just happen  not to belong to that cringy kind. Call me weird if you must. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;           I believe that a person should get into a relationship, not because they have to but because they want to.  I know a fe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;w who jumped into a relationship thinking it was their only choice and that nobody might come along. As expected, they were no fairy-tales..   Sad right? What  kind of desperation could have  driven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/R10zidlxXdI/AAAAAAAAACQ/C4weR6ckNjs/s1600-h/Shot+251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/R10zidlxXdI/AAAAAAAAACQ/C4weR6ckNjs/s200/Shot+251.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142323016678596050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt; these girls into thinking there is scarcity in men when there are so plenty? It is indeed a ridiculous idea pushing them to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt; believe that their only hope of becoming  happy and complete is to snag a guy before they reach 30?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;      Well, I should probably be thankful I don't share that kind of problem. God must  love me so much He sent a few eligible choices my way. And maybe I was blessed with an open mind that acknowledges the fac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;t that it isn't only men that could complete a woman.  &lt;em&gt;I guess I'm happy ju&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;st myself, I feel contented with who I am and I don't need someone to make me feel that I am beautiful in my own right... I admit, I am  natura&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;lly  born  picky. Call it a flaw or what, bu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;t I  don't fall inlove easily, nor do I get infatuated in a snap. It entails a lot of guts to make my head take notice of someone.&lt;/em&gt; I'd rather wait to get that "feeling" than jump into something blindly. I've been proposed to a few times by guys who are willing to give up their  singlehood  for me but as I reminisce all these, all I could do is smile and be thankful... I've been recounting my two past relationships and I realized, both didn't start with attraction. Both were built on friendship, meaning it took time.  As I imagined what will happen next gave me a shiver of excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    There comes a time in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/R10zxtlxXeI/AAAAAAAAACY/tHYzQ0nQLoA/s1600-h/shot_254.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/R10zxtlxXeI/AAAAAAAAACY/tHYzQ0nQLoA/s200/shot_254.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142323278671601122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;me that I get exhausted to answer whenever someone asks me what I want in a guy. And now, I think I know what to say... WE have our own ideals in wishing for a mate. But love doesn't work that way, it comes when you least expect it. It just hits you like a lightning bolt and before you know it, there's wildfire everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;       But again, going back to the question. I think I couldn't imagine myself  being with someone who isn't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;intelligent.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;  I like guys who can carry on a sensible  conversation with me. Of course,  someone who dreams big and has a positive outlook in life, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;someone who knows the meaning of fidelity and respect &amp;amp;  someone who would be most patient with me when I'm being difficult.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;And definitely not the least,  nothing could beat a guy who knows how to stand up for a girl. That is something I vowed  not to miss next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;      One quote  for some of my girl friends  I would like to share:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;You don't need a set of complicated rules to find a good partner. Here's the only rule you'll need. If a  man loves you, he will do anything he can to keep you around... ANYTHING.... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8951961981289451655-8327832021817760526?l=cheskafrances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheskafrances.blogspot.com/feeds/8327832021817760526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8951961981289451655&amp;postID=8327832021817760526&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8951961981289451655/posts/default/8327832021817760526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8951961981289451655/posts/default/8327832021817760526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheskafrances.blogspot.com/2007/06/why-im-still-single.html' title='Why I&apos;m Still Single....'/><author><name>Ayha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08333222220628733905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/TKfxsAEvXLI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Cf3vtsvTOBY/S220/6256_1066500277468_1674897438_139271_2715079_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IlGs1uS8x-Y/R10zJdlxXcI/AAAAAAAAACI/z1HK2BJuHAM/s72-c/Shot+1460.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
