<?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-7695369546143307653</id><updated>2012-02-16T05:09:34.840-08:00</updated><category term='foot scrub'/><category term='Signs'/><category term='spa'/><category term='Zodiac'/><category term='nail spa'/><category term='espresso'/><category term='foot spa'/><category term='Friendship'/><category term='Birthdays'/><category term='holiday'/><category term='new year'/><category term='migration'/><category term='christmas'/><category term='Destiny'/><category term='espresso mint'/><category term='mint'/><category term='blogging'/><category term='canada'/><category term='relaxation'/><category term='newbie'/><category term='blogs'/><category term='itsmorefuninthephilippines'/><title type='text'>Not Your Typical Wife</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notyourtypicalwife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695369546143307653/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notyourtypicalwife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Aiken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09528034418135230415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695369546143307653.post-8207196536560019209</id><published>2012-01-25T13:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T14:38:37.738-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='itsmorefuninthephilippines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>Holidays...Then and Now</title><content type='html'>Since we arrived Dec 2010, we were able to experience Christmas and New Year first hand that year...and I can say, that triggered my "homesickness" during those times...Holidays here are far more different than that in the PI wherein the festivity is really felt in the air...here, its just an ordinary day i may say...we just spent couple of hours in the mall, had dinner with friends and thats it! went home and slept....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fpNn7-bqLTc/TyCAZbvfNlI/AAAAAAAAABo/MEgnDbPxrHo/s1600/photo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 98px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fpNn7-bqLTc/TyCAZbvfNlI/AAAAAAAAABo/MEgnDbPxrHo/s400/photo.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701698302683067986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-poYeVuRBpjM/TyCAY2ehDxI/AAAAAAAAABY/wRoiH0Wlni4/s1600/photo-3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-poYeVuRBpjM/TyCAY2ehDxI/AAAAAAAAABY/wRoiH0Wlni4/s400/photo-3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701698292679773970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QyhULfqkP5g/TyCAYo7CwHI/AAAAAAAAABI/l-n3k5mP9Iw/s1600/photo-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 98px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QyhULfqkP5g/TyCAYo7CwHI/AAAAAAAAABI/l-n3k5mP9Iw/s400/photo-2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701698289041326194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qmilpOHjwNo/TyCAYSejY3I/AAAAAAAAABA/KMEjDyLJcx0/s1600/photo-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qmilpOHjwNo/TyCAYSejY3I/AAAAAAAAABA/KMEjDyLJcx0/s400/photo-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701698283016250226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I said to myself that I will do everything to make next year's holiday more fun, even in our own little ways...but I promised that it wouldn't be as boring as what I had experienced...and fortunately, we were able to pull it off...we had exchange gifts and lots and lots of games!!!! I can say, it was indeed a MERRY Christmas and a HAPPY new year --- but i cannot still discount the fact that --- ITS MORE FUN IN THE PHILIPPINES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S7DdBuMYtWE/TyCB1M_POqI/AAAAAAAAACk/xR1emygGyJE/s1600/photo-8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S7DdBuMYtWE/TyCB1M_POqI/AAAAAAAAACk/xR1emygGyJE/s400/photo-8.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701699879270562466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EuTn2W_Pf1A/TyCB08JkKFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/40de2mB-LMY/s1600/photo-7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EuTn2W_Pf1A/TyCB08JkKFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/40de2mB-LMY/s400/photo-7.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701699874750474322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9BbQkiuSRgg/TyCB0xcGZSI/AAAAAAAAACI/72a6JQK0_gA/s1600/photo-6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9BbQkiuSRgg/TyCB0xcGZSI/AAAAAAAAACI/72a6JQK0_gA/s400/photo-6.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701699871875425570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kwbJgIGPpOc/TyCBz1LoZMI/AAAAAAAAACA/2p7tcy7IiM4/s1600/photo-5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kwbJgIGPpOc/TyCBz1LoZMI/AAAAAAAAACA/2p7tcy7IiM4/s400/photo-5.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701699855700223170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fJofZJvEbvI/TyCBzkC7IWI/AAAAAAAAABw/z-E8ibJmiXg/s1600/photo-4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fJofZJvEbvI/TyCBzkC7IWI/AAAAAAAAABw/z-E8ibJmiXg/s400/photo-4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701699851100299618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZmD49DDQGDw/TyCDfzSSMYI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Z96GUlIrpOE/s1600/photo-10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZmD49DDQGDw/TyCDfzSSMYI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Z96GUlIrpOE/s400/photo-10.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701701710617129346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gKhqoAT3tB4/TyCDfk2-3II/AAAAAAAAACs/LfJLEKFKYPc/s1600/photo-9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gKhqoAT3tB4/TyCDfk2-3II/AAAAAAAAACs/LfJLEKFKYPc/s400/photo-9.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701701706744519810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695369546143307653-8207196536560019209?l=notyourtypicalwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notyourtypicalwife.blogspot.com/feeds/8207196536560019209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notyourtypicalwife.blogspot.com/2012/01/holidaysthen-and-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695369546143307653/posts/default/8207196536560019209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695369546143307653/posts/default/8207196536560019209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notyourtypicalwife.blogspot.com/2012/01/holidaysthen-and-now.html' title='Holidays...Then and Now'/><author><name>Aiken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09528034418135230415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fpNn7-bqLTc/TyCAZbvfNlI/AAAAAAAAABo/MEgnDbPxrHo/s72-c/photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695369546143307653.post-374777611952295964</id><published>2012-01-10T16:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T13:52:06.742-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arriving in BC</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame- "&gt;We boarded the plane for BC on Dec 22,2010...and i must say, i was not very impressed with the carrier as it just looked like the ordinary vessel going to some local destinations. Nonetheless, my dismay was nothing compared to the excitement of seeing the hubby again. Since migration is really a big leap that were gonna take, we decided to have hubby flew in earlier, so he can prepare the things needed for the fam, like house, job hunt and basically to test the waters. We wouldnt want all of us to be surprised with whats in here, knowing that were all strangers here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame- "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame- "&gt;And so, we arrived on the same date, afternoon. My friend P was already at the airport waiting for us, since hubby said that he wont be able to make it to the airport because its just his 3rd day at the office then. But after passing onto the immigration, to my surprise, hubby was there holding a long-stemmed rose, waiting for us at the arrival section. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame- "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-"&gt;As we move our way towards the airport's exit, i was really shocked when i saw the dark sky, as if it were already 10pm, i forgot to mention it was only 4pm then. We headed straight to P's house where i met all of our new-found friends. Afterwhich, we went to the nearest grocery to grab some foodies for a day or two before going home and take some rest.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-"&gt;That day, i would say went on so fast that i wasnt able to notice a lot of things around me except for  the 10pm skyline for the supposedly 4pm one. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame- "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame- "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame- color:rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/7695369546143307653-374777611952295964?l=notyourtypicalwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notyourtypicalwife.blogspot.com/feeds/374777611952295964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notyourtypicalwife.blogspot.com/2012/01/arriving-in-bc.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695369546143307653/posts/default/374777611952295964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695369546143307653/posts/default/374777611952295964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notyourtypicalwife.blogspot.com/2012/01/arriving-in-bc.html' title='Arriving in BC'/><author><name>Aiken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09528034418135230415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695369546143307653.post-6755692973103442611</id><published>2012-01-10T02:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T02:26:35.740-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canada'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='migration'/><title type='text'>Blogging in Canada</title><content type='html'>I must admit, i got incredibly busy over the past years fixing our migration and stuffs that i entirely forgot my blogging stint. Thanks to my BFF that i got reminded of this site -- so sorry, my dear webbie.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so, as the title of this entry says, which is quite obvious --- we have finally migrated in C. We landed as immigrants last year. Hence, you'll be reading more of our new ventures here in C, which i hope will be helpful to those who wants to pursue migration as well. Pls bear with me cause the next entries will be more of a backtracking until were all on the same page. ��&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once more, your not so typical wife --- signing in, again! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695369546143307653-6755692973103442611?l=notyourtypicalwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notyourtypicalwife.blogspot.com/feeds/6755692973103442611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notyourtypicalwife.blogspot.com/2012/01/blogging-in-canada.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695369546143307653/posts/default/6755692973103442611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695369546143307653/posts/default/6755692973103442611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notyourtypicalwife.blogspot.com/2012/01/blogging-in-canada.html' title='Blogging in Canada'/><author><name>Aiken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09528034418135230415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695369546143307653.post-8092423273528213582</id><published>2010-03-26T02:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T02:13:08.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanna Go Home</title><content type='html'>Since i entered the office, my eyes were all droppy. I can say that i managed to have a good snooze last night - though i woke up in the middle of my sleep when the hubby arrived. But still i cant help my eyes from dropping. If only i had a little bigger eyes than what i have now, i would say i already look like Garfield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This feeling has been going on for days. It actually started when i begun taking Yaz pills, to regulate my cycle. I have two friends who's taking the same pill and one of them is also feeling sleepy and lazy all day - very like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i better check on my doctor quick before i get fired up from this office for not even checking my incoming documents. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why such title?...Because i wanna go home right this very minute and have a good sound doze...zzzzzzzzzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695369546143307653-8092423273528213582?l=notyourtypicalwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notyourtypicalwife.blogspot.com/feeds/8092423273528213582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notyourtypicalwife.blogspot.com/2010/03/wanna-go-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695369546143307653/posts/default/8092423273528213582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695369546143307653/posts/default/8092423273528213582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notyourtypicalwife.blogspot.com/2010/03/wanna-go-home.html' title='Wanna Go Home'/><author><name>Aiken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09528034418135230415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695369546143307653.post-4982254089906712501</id><published>2010-03-25T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T00:19:32.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dear Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I really dont feel like reporting for work today. After all the clamor yesterday, i felt it would be better to sit back and slow down the hands of time. Though i am not directly affected by all the things happening in my workplace, im still affected as the one closest to me is directly involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I hope i could give her the best of advice there is. But to tell you honestly, this is one of the rare moments that i myself get confused on what advice should i give a friend. Im caught between letting her stay and letting her go. Letting her stay because it would benefit her people and her family. Letting her go because i know this is what she wanted all along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Whatever her decision may be, i know she'll still do good. I know her and i know her capabilities and i know there's a whole new world out there for her to discover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To you dear friend --- Dont be sad for something that really wasnt there. Dont cry over something that really never saw you. Dont grieve on something that was already dead from the start. Go out...see the world...and find a company that would appreciate you, that will take care of you...and most of all..find a company with a HEART!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm right behind you...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695369546143307653-4982254089906712501?l=notyourtypicalwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notyourtypicalwife.blogspot.com/feeds/4982254089906712501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notyourtypicalwife.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-dear-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695369546143307653/posts/default/4982254089906712501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695369546143307653/posts/default/4982254089906712501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notyourtypicalwife.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-dear-friend.html' title='My Dear Friend'/><author><name>Aiken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09528034418135230415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695369546143307653.post-3953617065616847156</id><published>2010-03-15T00:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T08:46:04.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When everything is an issue...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today is a not-so-good day for me. People around me seems to rant on the smallest of things, when they can just get away with it. I dont understand why everything is being taken out of proportion when it would be better to keep things in their perspective. I cant understand why some people thinks they know everything. Know-it-all people really kills me. I just wish someone would give a hard bump on their heads and make them realize that the world doesn't revolve for them alone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ah, nuff said...i have to stop this before i start to sound like them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695369546143307653-3953617065616847156?l=notyourtypicalwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notyourtypicalwife.blogspot.com/feeds/3953617065616847156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notyourtypicalwife.blogspot.com/2010/03/when-everything-is-issue.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695369546143307653/posts/default/3953617065616847156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695369546143307653/posts/default/3953617065616847156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notyourtypicalwife.blogspot.com/2010/03/when-everything-is-issue.html' title='When everything is an issue...'/><author><name>Aiken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09528034418135230415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695369546143307653.post-4812194795295186799</id><published>2010-03-14T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T00:11:14.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good News and a Better News</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOOD NEWS:&lt;/strong&gt; On May 9, 2010, while i was preparing for my mom's check-up, i got a call from my friend/officemate, informing me that the check for my car plan is already for release.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BETTER NEWS:&lt;/strong&gt; Right after hanging the phone after hearing the "GOOD NEWS", i got another call from another friend, informing me of the much-awaited decision, that would totally change our family's future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VERDICT:&lt;/strong&gt; You can't have them all, we have to drop the good news for the better one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOTE:&lt;/strong&gt; I apologize for not going into details with this, i am still not allowed to. When everything's set, ill definitely post it that very minute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695369546143307653-4812194795295186799?l=notyourtypicalwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notyourtypicalwife.blogspot.com/feeds/4812194795295186799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notyourtypicalwife.blogspot.com/2010/03/good-news-and-better-news.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695369546143307653/posts/default/4812194795295186799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695369546143307653/posts/default/4812194795295186799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notyourtypicalwife.blogspot.com/2010/03/good-news-and-better-news.html' title='Good News and a Better News'/><author><name>Aiken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09528034418135230415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695369546143307653.post-3195368137451121326</id><published>2010-03-14T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T23:58:47.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guilty!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yes, i am guilty for not updating my blog for sometime now...Yes, i am guilty for not being able to go online and Yes, i am guilty for being too preoccupied on things that would greatly affect our family's future! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and the story continues...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695369546143307653-3195368137451121326?l=notyourtypicalwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notyourtypicalwife.blogspot.com/feeds/3195368137451121326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notyourtypicalwife.blogspot.com/2010/03/guilty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695369546143307653/posts/default/3195368137451121326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695369546143307653/posts/default/3195368137451121326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notyourtypicalwife.blogspot.com/2010/03/guilty.html' title='Guilty!'/><author><name>Aiken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09528034418135230415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695369546143307653.post-3665865224489589896</id><published>2010-03-08T17:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T03:56:06.774-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brace Yourself</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MjKI2aaOh3E/S5Wo48Gj_kI/AAAAAAAAAAc/V5mgLoZRU7g/s1600-h/braces.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446445020534275650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 127px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 90px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MjKI2aaOh3E/S5Wo48Gj_kI/AAAAAAAAAAc/V5mgLoZRU7g/s400/braces.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The hubby and I went to our cousin, who is a dentist, to have our teeth checked. And since the hubby's jaw was sort of locking, a &lt;a href="http://www.tmj.org/"&gt;TMJ&lt;/a&gt; symptom, our dentist advice us to treat this immediately by correcting his bite through braces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I, on the other hand, was already treated sometime 3 years ago. But the dentist also noticed that my lower teeth were adjusting because i didnt use retainers after wearing braces. I got pregnant then, and wearing retainers isnt too comfortable for me. So, i too, was advised to put brackets on my lower teeth.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And now that the brackets are already on, its time to face the hurting truth. Though, this is not the first time i had braces, it still hurts the same as the 1st one. Funny is, i have my hubby beside me now complaining of the pain as well. And everytime the hubby complains, i just leave him with a note: No pain, no gain honey! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695369546143307653-3665865224489589896?l=notyourtypicalwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notyourtypicalwife.blogspot.com/feeds/3665865224489589896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notyourtypicalwife.blogspot.com/2010/03/brace-yourself.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695369546143307653/posts/default/3665865224489589896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695369546143307653/posts/default/3665865224489589896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notyourtypicalwife.blogspot.com/2010/03/brace-yourself.html' title='Brace Yourself'/><author><name>Aiken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09528034418135230415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MjKI2aaOh3E/S5Wo48Gj_kI/AAAAAAAAAAc/V5mgLoZRU7g/s72-c/braces.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695369546143307653.post-3565770134854145725</id><published>2010-03-07T23:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T23:37:38.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Power Balance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MjKI2aaOh3E/S5SjYT1N3TI/AAAAAAAAAAU/HLKpOmcGopg/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446157487433440562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 321px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MjKI2aaOh3E/S5SjYT1N3TI/AAAAAAAAAAU/HLKpOmcGopg/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am known for my being flat-footed, i get to slid off more often than anybody could ever do. Ive had it on grassy step, stairs, flat surface, bumps, name it! My legs experienced everything there is to feel with regards to tumbling down. And i can bet, it has nothing to do with my clumsiness...its all about the balance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many would say its because of the weight :( since i have smaller legs than what my size dictates (&lt;em&gt;oh this is not about my weight c'mon!&lt;/em&gt;) but i insist...its just about the balance (&lt;em&gt;just to get rid of the weight issue huh!&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till one day, the most handsome executive in this office introduced &lt;a href="http://www.powerbalance.net/"&gt;PowerBalance&lt;/a&gt; to me. According to him, it was when he twisted his ankle from a run at the The Fort that made him decide to buy this. And after a day of using it, he felt like he could stand on his feet well enough than those days without it. He even made an actual demonstration of how good this is (&lt;em&gt;he's not a paid endorser nor a salesman :) &lt;/em&gt;) . We were convinced at his demo and he promised that he'd buy one for me (&lt;em&gt;yeah, you read it right, the one i got here was a gift! lucky me huh!&lt;/em&gt;) . And yes ! you read it right again, the PowerBalance bracelet is actually with me and im now wearing it. Will see how its gonna work. If it don't work for me, that'd be ok since i got this for free (&lt;em&gt;but im still hoping it will, im so tired of bumping my knees off the ground&lt;/em&gt;)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to the most handsome executive: thank you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695369546143307653-3565770134854145725?l=notyourtypicalwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notyourtypicalwife.blogspot.com/feeds/3565770134854145725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notyourtypicalwife.blogspot.com/2010/03/power-balance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695369546143307653/posts/default/3565770134854145725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695369546143307653/posts/default/3565770134854145725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notyourtypicalwife.blogspot.com/2010/03/power-balance.html' title='Power Balance'/><author><name>Aiken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09528034418135230415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MjKI2aaOh3E/S5SjYT1N3TI/AAAAAAAAAAU/HLKpOmcGopg/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695369546143307653.post-6751992312635995132</id><published>2010-03-06T07:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T08:09:20.827-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foot scrub'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foot spa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='espresso mint'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mint'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nail spa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='espresso'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relaxation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spa'/><title type='text'>Espresso Mint Spa Pedicure</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After a so-so home massage last night, i felt it's time to give my nails a treat. And so, after dropping by the office, i went straight ahead to a newly opened nail salon in the area - which was actually referred by Ms Spaholic (a spa consultant).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ms Spaholic told us about this when me my friend met up with her to see what she can offer, since were planning to put up a nail spa also. She said it would be best if we visit the place so we could see and test her products. She, by the way offers her consultancy for free when you get products from her (isnt that a great deal?) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After a couple of turns in the area (because theres no parking space available), i finally got into my toes and approached the guard of the nearby establishment to allow me to park for an hour or two, and the kind guard approved! (thanks sir!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;At first, i was hesitant to come in because i was not sure that i would want to be held by a newly opened salon, you know the thought of me being a guinea pig. But then the wanting-to-try-the-products-of-ms.spaholic got the better part of me. So i went in and sat on their comfy couch and started choosing the service i would want to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After a few more minutes of discussing with the receptionist, i finally made up my mind on having the Espresso Mint Spa Pedicure - for soothing tired muscles - exactly what i want. The therapist then started scrubbing, buffing, putting on warm wrap, massaging and all the works. I can say its the same usual routine as that of any other nail salon. But i can attest that the products used really made the difference, you could really feel the mint penetrating into your muscles giving it a relaxing feel. And what i love the most was the foot oil they sprayed on after the procedure, the espresso scent has really a calming effect and has brought a radiant glow to my legs and feet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After all the turns i made to have a good spot for parking, after all the hesitations i had at their doorstep and after writting about this whole experience --- i think, im gonna come back for more!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695369546143307653-6751992312635995132?l=notyourtypicalwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notyourtypicalwife.blogspot.com/feeds/6751992312635995132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notyourtypicalwife.blogspot.com/2010/03/espresso-mint-spa-pedicure.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695369546143307653/posts/default/6751992312635995132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695369546143307653/posts/default/6751992312635995132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notyourtypicalwife.blogspot.com/2010/03/espresso-mint-spa-pedicure.html' title='Espresso Mint Spa Pedicure'/><author><name>Aiken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09528034418135230415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695369546143307653.post-8070916154416050897</id><published>2010-03-05T06:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T07:13:00.409-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Homemade Massage</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After a long tiring week, all i can think of is a good massage coupled with a very relaxing ambience...but where am i? infront of my laptop, banging on the keyboard and enjoying every minute of my blogging stint...the very reason why i chose to just have a home massage...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After all, here in my humble abode...i can dim off the lights, lit on the aromatic candle, put on the clean sheets, set my ipod, play a spa-inspired song, and the best part of it --- sleep right where they're gonna pull off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No hassles of driving back into your house --- the most hated part after a serene feeling of being pampered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The only question is...will i be satisfied as i am with my favorite masseuse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lets see how's it gonna go...catch you later everyone! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695369546143307653-8070916154416050897?l=notyourtypicalwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notyourtypicalwife.blogspot.com/feeds/8070916154416050897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notyourtypicalwife.blogspot.com/2010/03/homemade-massage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695369546143307653/posts/default/8070916154416050897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695369546143307653/posts/default/8070916154416050897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notyourtypicalwife.blogspot.com/2010/03/homemade-massage.html' title='Homemade Massage'/><author><name>Aiken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09528034418135230415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695369546143307653.post-6781164459747860109</id><published>2010-03-05T01:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T08:11:04.661-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Destiny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Signs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zodiac'/><title type='text'>Birthdays!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Can't believe this...&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;two of my closest boy friends in the office were born on the same date&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;...now this is what you call coincidence!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isnt it funny that you get along with these people because they have the same zodiac? is there really a compatibility thing on stars? does my sign really matched theirs? is our friendship written on the palm of our hands before it actually occurred?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or is it just the attitude, character, personality and the being of each one of us that brought us together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it really dont matter whether this friendship was founded in the sky or way down here...whats important is how we keep up with each other and how we keep this friendship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it isnt everyday that you get to find REAL friends, who would stay with you...no matter what your mood is, no matter how sloppy you dress, no matter how you were those make ups, no matter how you updo your hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it isnt everyday that you get to find REAL friends, who would stay with you...eventhough you eat too much, eventhough you have less of a cent in your pocket, eventhough you puke everytime you drink alcohol, eventhough you often go to the comfort room right after eating, eventhough you fart infront of them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it isnt everyday that you get to find REAL friends, who would stay with you...when the world has turned its back on you beacuse youve done the nastiest of things anyone could ever do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, its not everyday that you meet my two best buds born on the 6th of March.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To you guys: Happy Birthday and I love you both!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695369546143307653-6781164459747860109?l=notyourtypicalwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notyourtypicalwife.blogspot.com/feeds/6781164459747860109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notyourtypicalwife.blogspot.com/2010/03/birthdays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695369546143307653/posts/default/6781164459747860109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695369546143307653/posts/default/6781164459747860109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notyourtypicalwife.blogspot.com/2010/03/birthdays.html' title='Birthdays!'/><author><name>Aiken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09528034418135230415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695369546143307653.post-1981145019486977713</id><published>2010-03-04T23:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T08:12:07.192-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='newbie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>1st Day Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Another boring day at the office...when everyone one else is too focused infront of their computers --- i wonder what they're doin--- i came accross my not-so-typical-officemate's blog and have rekindled the feeling of wanting to blog again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I've made a lot of attempts to blog but just couldn't find the right timing for it...and this boring day seemed not just an ordinary day! So here goes the start of my bloglife...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;Not-your-typical-wife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, signing in!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695369546143307653-1981145019486977713?l=notyourtypicalwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notyourtypicalwife.blogspot.com/feeds/1981145019486977713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notyourtypicalwife.blogspot.com/2010/03/1st-day-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695369546143307653/posts/default/1981145019486977713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695369546143307653/posts/default/1981145019486977713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notyourtypicalwife.blogspot.com/2010/03/1st-day-blog.html' title='1st Day Blog'/><author><name>Aiken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09528034418135230415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
