<?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-839535063416165302</id><updated>2011-12-15T11:09:37.975+08:00</updated><category term='bike'/><category term='primary complex'/><category term='sick'/><category term='blog'/><category term='pasalubong'/><title type='text'>chiq - chuck and everything in between</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasmville.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/839535063416165302/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasmville.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mrs. Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921788505519647887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wl78QUti2A/SvT3ze91DbI/AAAAAAAAAC0/HjabS_0CPbY/S220/pic2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-839535063416165302.post-2013696150295617265</id><published>2011-03-20T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T15:13:52.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>online purchase - benetton bag</title><content type='html'>yesterday, i received a package, a bag which i bought online from a certain seller named prettychai. It is a used black benetton tote which costs a measly 500 bucks/pesos plus of course the shipping fee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-gVifQFp_sCg/TYWgYLtLu9I/AAAAAAAAAEs/aRlwqG6Q_LE/s1600/IMG_3963.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-gVifQFp_sCg/TYWgYLtLu9I/AAAAAAAAAEs/aRlwqG6Q_LE/s320/IMG_3963.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i got it yesterday, and i love it. it's so huge and only shows minor signs of usage. Thanks prettychai for the bag!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/839535063416165302-2013696150295617265?l=jasmville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasmville.blogspot.com/feeds/2013696150295617265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasmville.blogspot.com/2011/03/online-purchase-benetton-bag.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/839535063416165302/posts/default/2013696150295617265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/839535063416165302/posts/default/2013696150295617265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasmville.blogspot.com/2011/03/online-purchase-benetton-bag.html' title='online purchase - benetton bag'/><author><name>Mrs. Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921788505519647887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wl78QUti2A/SvT3ze91DbI/AAAAAAAAAC0/HjabS_0CPbY/S220/pic2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-gVifQFp_sCg/TYWgYLtLu9I/AAAAAAAAAEs/aRlwqG6Q_LE/s72-c/IMG_3963.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-839535063416165302.post-8583042117984476172</id><published>2011-02-28T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T21:34:45.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back on track</title><content type='html'>it's been like what, 1.5 years since my last entry? what do you know huh? well, here i am again ready to share my stories to the world even without anyone giving a damn, (or knowing my site exist, for that matter..)&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I have been busy since the time I last posted a thing here. I gave birth to my little chiqui (who just turned 1 by the way a couple of weeks ago), found a new (and better) job, lost a few postpartum pounds and inches, met new friends, re-connected with some old ones, and other trivial undertakings that indeed kept met "busy." &amp;nbsp;&lt;span id="goog_1114776279"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This entry is sort of an apology to those who fancy my blog, for not keeping this, (whatever you might call it) not updated. &amp;nbsp;I totally forgot, there is at least two who follow this, haha.. I'm only a newbie in blogging but i enjoyed it so much that even without a follower, i think i would still log on to blogger and continue this thing i started. but i'm grateful to those who appreciate the mediocrity of this blog and the owner itself. i really do appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So till my next entry. But before I leave, I want you to have a peek on what my princess looks like. People around us say she resembles her dad, but i love it when hear some say i look like her, sounds music to my ears..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-_yG-Nlydnyk/TWukPbOIDYI/AAAAAAAAAEg/jd08y2G70d4/s1600/IMG_3912B.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-_yG-Nlydnyk/TWukPbOIDYI/AAAAAAAAAEg/jd08y2G70d4/s320/IMG_3912B.jpg" width="219" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;nyt everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/839535063416165302-8583042117984476172?l=jasmville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasmville.blogspot.com/feeds/8583042117984476172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasmville.blogspot.com/2011/02/back-on-track.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/839535063416165302/posts/default/8583042117984476172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/839535063416165302/posts/default/8583042117984476172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasmville.blogspot.com/2011/02/back-on-track.html' title='back on track'/><author><name>Mrs. Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921788505519647887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wl78QUti2A/SvT3ze91DbI/AAAAAAAAAC0/HjabS_0CPbY/S220/pic2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-_yG-Nlydnyk/TWukPbOIDYI/AAAAAAAAAEg/jd08y2G70d4/s72-c/IMG_3912B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-839535063416165302.post-700411671837379485</id><published>2009-11-07T12:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T12:19:33.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>excited</title><content type='html'>Two more days and i can hardly wait. I'll be seeing my husband again! though we're going to be together for merely just a week, I'm okay with that. It's way better than nothing. we've been apart for almost 6 months.&amp;nbsp; I missed him a lot. And he has missed a lot of milestones in our son's life: his first birthday, his first words, his first walk on his own. Now is his time to at least make up for lost time. He has always wondered if Chuck would still recognize him once they meet again.&amp;nbsp; I'm sure he will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/839535063416165302-700411671837379485?l=jasmville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasmville.blogspot.com/feeds/700411671837379485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasmville.blogspot.com/2009/11/excited.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/839535063416165302/posts/default/700411671837379485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/839535063416165302/posts/default/700411671837379485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasmville.blogspot.com/2009/11/excited.html' title='excited'/><author><name>Mrs. Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921788505519647887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wl78QUti2A/SvT3ze91DbI/AAAAAAAAAC0/HjabS_0CPbY/S220/pic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-839535063416165302.post-8021587945827908088</id><published>2009-10-20T16:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T09:52:55.568+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bike'/><title type='text'>first bike ride</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wl78QUti2A/SvYjWhJ9iFI/AAAAAAAAADU/Xoneu780g04/s1600-h/PA140520.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wl78QUti2A/SvYjWhJ9iFI/AAAAAAAAADU/Xoneu780g04/s320/PA140520.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wl78QUti2A/SvYj7g2LuXI/AAAAAAAAADc/QMUBY-tNq6o/s1600-h/PA140519.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wl78QUti2A/SvYj7g2LuXI/AAAAAAAAADc/QMUBY-tNq6o/s320/PA140519.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;sunday, october 18, 2009.. my son's first bike ride. thanks to playmate/neighbor aliyah for lending her bike. we haven't bought chuck one because he's too young for his own ride but seeing how he enjoyed his first bicycle spin, we are now considering of getting him his own bike, maybe something suitable for his age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wl78QUti2A/St14Z4ERwQI/AAAAAAAAABI/tL3nq0I39J8/s1600-h/2_484045750m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wl78QUti2A/St14Z4ERwQI/AAAAAAAAABI/tL3nq0I39J8/s320/2_484045750m.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/839535063416165302-8021587945827908088?l=jasmville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasmville.blogspot.com/feeds/8021587945827908088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasmville.blogspot.com/2009/10/first-bike-ride.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/839535063416165302/posts/default/8021587945827908088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/839535063416165302/posts/default/8021587945827908088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasmville.blogspot.com/2009/10/first-bike-ride.html' title='first bike ride'/><author><name>Mrs. Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921788505519647887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wl78QUti2A/SvT3ze91DbI/AAAAAAAAAC0/HjabS_0CPbY/S220/pic2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wl78QUti2A/SvYjWhJ9iFI/AAAAAAAAADU/Xoneu780g04/s72-c/PA140520.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-839535063416165302.post-2311288722017253907</id><published>2009-10-16T13:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T13:46:22.427+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pasalubong'/><title type='text'>coming home</title><content type='html'>got a text message today on my to work from the husband that he will be coming home on the 23rd of the month, exactly a week from now.. that soon? not that i dont feel good about it but i wasn't at all prepared for the said homecoming. the first scheduled vacation he told me was november 5th, and that was canceled for reasons that he wasn't sure of&amp;nbsp;. he was told he will have his vacation&amp;nbsp; in december..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;.. until i got his text. we found each other online and talked about things. at first, he sounded upset that i seemed to not look forward to him coming home. i told him, that's not the case. i was just caught off guard i guess and that it was really unexpected but what reason do i have to not be happy that he's coming? i told him about my plan to h ave a 3d ultrasound and since he's coming home, he might as well come with me for the said appointment so he will have a glimpse of our next baby and he seemed excited about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;he was also excited because he had bought our son and the upcoming baby some presents that he couldn't wait to show us. he has sent me some pics of these however.. he bought these abroad for a mere fraction of their department store prices here in manila. here are just some of them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wl78QUti2A/Stf5jwZKRmI/AAAAAAAAAAw/2WLodXEAyGI/s1600-h/IMG_0287.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wl78QUti2A/Stf5jwZKRmI/AAAAAAAAAAw/2WLodXEAyGI/s200/IMG_0287.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wl78QUti2A/Stf5hk2ivyI/AAAAAAAAAAo/zmyFatnf-cw/s1600-h/IMG_0169.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wl78QUti2A/Stf5hk2ivyI/AAAAAAAAAAo/zmyFatnf-cw/s200/IMG_0169.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wl78QUti2A/Stf5bn9z4jI/AAAAAAAAAAY/A0HmWt0RGYw/s1600-h/IMG_0075.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wl78QUti2A/Stf5bn9z4jI/AAAAAAAAAAY/A0HmWt0RGYw/s200/IMG_0075.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wl78QUti2A/Stf5endTcgI/AAAAAAAAAAg/XR7ZYbFzZ14/s1600-h/IMG_0170.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wl78QUti2A/Stf5endTcgI/AAAAAAAAAAg/XR7ZYbFzZ14/s200/IMG_0170.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wl78QUti2A/Stf5o0QO4GI/AAAAAAAAAA4/i6Iad19AlK0/s1600-h/IMG_0290.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wl78QUti2A/Stf5o0QO4GI/AAAAAAAAAA4/i6Iad19AlK0/s200/IMG_0290.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;he has bought himself an identical pair of the shaq rubber shoes. terno daw sila. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&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/839535063416165302-2311288722017253907?l=jasmville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasmville.blogspot.com/feeds/2311288722017253907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasmville.blogspot.com/2009/10/got-text-message-today-on-my-to-work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/839535063416165302/posts/default/2311288722017253907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/839535063416165302/posts/default/2311288722017253907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasmville.blogspot.com/2009/10/got-text-message-today-on-my-to-work.html' title='coming home'/><author><name>Mrs. Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921788505519647887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wl78QUti2A/SvT3ze91DbI/AAAAAAAAAC0/HjabS_0CPbY/S220/pic2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wl78QUti2A/Stf5jwZKRmI/AAAAAAAAAAw/2WLodXEAyGI/s72-c/IMG_0287.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-839535063416165302.post-8877896131759280821</id><published>2009-10-15T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T16:09:38.538+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='primary complex'/><title type='text'>all tensed up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;my son was finally seen by a&amp;nbsp;pedia the other day and was given meds: an antibiotics to be taken 3 times a day for 7 days, a cough medicine,&amp;nbsp;a fever medicine, and salbutamol to be inhaled through his nebulizer.&amp;nbsp; the meds are a bit pricey but i am not complaining. i want my son to get better. last night, he was less cranky, (i was able to sleep for approx 4 hours i guess) but still cranky, due to the rashes all over his body, he didn't take a bath for 2 days due to his fever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;now it has been 2 days. my son doesn't have fever anymore but he stilll has rales and wheezes at times.&amp;nbsp;as early as now, i already want to take him again to the doctor or consult another one because i fear he has primary complex. i have been reading GT and and SP and i read there that one sign of having PC is a swollen lymph node in the neck. he has one behind his left ear. the pedia only said that if the fever doesn't go away in 2 days, he should be returned to the doctor and be confined in the hospital but if not, he should just take the meds as directed. i know it's too early to tell if i need to see the pedia again or to get a second opinion. he hasn't exhaused his meds and besides he still is his usual "malikot and makulit"&amp;nbsp;self.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;guess, i&amp;nbsp;just need to hang loose and worry less.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/839535063416165302-8877896131759280821?l=jasmville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasmville.blogspot.com/feeds/8877896131759280821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasmville.blogspot.com/2009/10/all-tensed-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/839535063416165302/posts/default/8877896131759280821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/839535063416165302/posts/default/8877896131759280821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasmville.blogspot.com/2009/10/all-tensed-up.html' title='all tensed up'/><author><name>Mrs. Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921788505519647887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wl78QUti2A/SvT3ze91DbI/AAAAAAAAAC0/HjabS_0CPbY/S220/pic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-839535063416165302.post-7568351467965122757</id><published>2009-10-13T10:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T09:59:58.936+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>under the weather</title><content type='html'>I have not been sleeping for 3 straight days now. I know I am pregnant and I should get some shuteye but as much as my body wanted to, I really found it very difficult since my son has been down with the cough, cold and postnasal drip since Saturday. He was not able to get some sleep himself that night of Saturday because of clogged nose. Sunday, I had my sister buy him decongestant drops but this did not seem to work so we had another bout of sleepless night. Last night, the drops did work. He was literally sleeping like a baby but he threw up right after formula feeding and he had a high fever that I did not take the temperature of. Just relying on the touch and feel technique, I knew that moment that a mere sponge bath will not take his temperature down so I finally decided to give him a paracetamol. He felt cranky after and slept the whole night lying on my chest and as soon as I put him down, he would awake and emit a loud cry.. It was a really a difficult night. I even thought of not going to work today but nanay assured me she will watch over my son so I need not worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wl78QUti2A/StUwbumyccI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/D9DSDLfrG0M/s1600-h/P1020004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wl78QUti2A/StUwbumyccI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/D9DSDLfrG0M/s320/P1020004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I myself is feeling ill today. I also have the cough and cold and bit lethargic. Maybe it's because of lack of sleep. My husband has been sick worried about us, me and his two babies. He is now in Bahamas and he also is not feeling well. The weather, according to him, is downright dry and muggy and that water in the shower remains uncomfortably hot. He has been sailing from all around Europe to the US for 4 months now and has been used to the cold climate so a trip to this part of the Carribean would be a totally big adjustment to his body temp. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can do now is pray and hope that things will be better tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/839535063416165302-7568351467965122757?l=jasmville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasmville.blogspot.com/feeds/7568351467965122757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasmville.blogspot.com/2009/10/under-weather.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/839535063416165302/posts/default/7568351467965122757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/839535063416165302/posts/default/7568351467965122757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasmville.blogspot.com/2009/10/under-weather.html' title='under the weather'/><author><name>Mrs. Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921788505519647887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wl78QUti2A/SvT3ze91DbI/AAAAAAAAAC0/HjabS_0CPbY/S220/pic2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wl78QUti2A/StUwbumyccI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/D9DSDLfrG0M/s72-c/P1020004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-839535063416165302.post-6618188413124915819</id><published>2009-10-10T12:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T13:28:35.138+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>free time</title><content type='html'>Just when I thought that I would never start a blog, here I am making my first entry, a classic line I guess for a beginner blogger like me and I never really practiced journalism (although I had initially wanted to be a journalist) so my blog would mainly consist of paragraphs of random things and stream of thoughts, incoherent phrases, or just plain out-of-order sentences.  so to my future readers (if ever i would have one) please bear with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took a year to convince myself to start a blog.  I was always hesitant because I do not really know what to write in here.  I was just purely a blogger reader, a lurker and a follower keeping tabs of blogs I like during free time.  There are blogs about foods, cosmetics, travel, pets, fashion.. there are just blogs about everything, so what would I write about? Up to this moment, I still do not know.  All i know is that i have free time in my  hands and that is the reason why i am doing this.  Work has been very slow lately and i have surfed almost all website, restricted and non restricted.  Yeah right i am blogging at my company's expense (haha!) but as I have said, work has been slow and i would not be doing this i have got my hands full right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I also prefer not to use the pc at home because of the fact that I use a pc the whole day at work and seeing the one at home just makes me loathe technology..  And I just want to spend quality time with my son whenever I am at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of my son, i remember i need to rush to McDonalds and avail of their happy meal with the musical instrument toy to bring home to my chuck. I cant wait to see the smile on his face when he sees it.  This is all for now. Work is slowly gaining its momentum.  I know I should sign off..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/839535063416165302-6618188413124915819?l=jasmville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasmville.blogspot.com/feeds/6618188413124915819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasmville.blogspot.com/2009/10/free-time.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/839535063416165302/posts/default/6618188413124915819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/839535063416165302/posts/default/6618188413124915819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasmville.blogspot.com/2009/10/free-time.html' title='free time'/><author><name>Mrs. Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921788505519647887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wl78QUti2A/SvT3ze91DbI/AAAAAAAAAC0/HjabS_0CPbY/S220/pic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
