tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84140209094690678752024-02-06T20:19:08.246-08:00Chapters of my LifeThis gonna be an open book written by me shared to all of you! This may sound a fairytale but THIS is MY STORY!!!Janmahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03446312724678571476noreply@blogger.comBlogger35125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8414020909469067875.post-85261614102306789572011-09-26T23:13:00.000-07:002011-09-26T23:17:11.553-07:00Like a Hero!My mother instructed her to tell the cab driver that she'll go off from the cab right after "Margen" bridge. Then asked my name to whoever she sees ,to look for our house.<br /><br />Morning about 9am, the highway near where we live had so much noise, children running and shouting my name! "Janet, a pretty white lady is looking for you" (more lively said in our vernacular). Then finally she found us, talked a little to my mom and then off we go around the village knocking house to house like she did an interviews to parents.<br /><br />After that day was over, and after she left, I have known that I can continue my study and there's a foreigner (amerkano, sounds so great before in my time when I was a kid) who will help me, will buy school things and will pay my school. And not only me 29 families more. My mother got a job with them. She became the coordinator in our place and parents and children were so thankful and I feel like a hero, so proud!<br /><br />The sun began shining from that day onwards! The World Vision International came and helped many families in my village and many have become successful because of them. And our family, my life had changed into better!Janmahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03446312724678571476noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8414020909469067875.post-80141360143153970732011-09-07T13:30:00.000-07:002011-09-19T04:39:57.697-07:00I found favor in HER eyes!The pretty woman asked? What is your name?<br /><br />That single question gave her a lots of answer from me which gave her a huge interest about me and my family.<br /><br />She was the head of <a href="http://www.wvi.org/wvi/wviweb.nsf/maindocs/4E916B17FC75D749882573640065CE08?opendocument">World Vision International </a>in our place, Ormoc City. And she was visiting different churches looking for families that needs help for their children in sending to school. Its a global child sponsorship program that really helps poor families. She was there to announce about it but her attention and interest was caught by me.<br /><br />She talked to my mother after the service and then my mother asked me what I said to the lady that made her coming to our baranggay and gonna do survey and has a plan of picking 30 houses/families to be in the program. How great was that! My mother leaped in joy knowing the bright day is coming!<br /><br />"I just told the woman my name and about our family and how I want to continue to go to school and somehow be like her when I grow up;) But my dream might be so far from reality because we can no longer afford after of what happened!"<br /><br />That was sunday and then wednesday morning, that woman came to our village brought good news to the whole village! I can't forget that day:) I felt as if I was in cloud nine, I became the star of everyone! On the next post, I will write the details on what exactly had happen that day!<br />Stay tune:)Janmahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03446312724678571476noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8414020909469067875.post-44220230823809943992011-04-12T15:44:00.000-07:002011-04-12T16:23:05.926-07:00Knowing Him, knowing her!We went home the same day because the doctor didn't found any wrong about my mother. He said it was just because of stress and over worked. She just need to rest. From that time my promise to the Lord keep on coming to my head. I was just 9 years old but I already mean what I said because I believe. It was a promise from the heart. So, I had the desire of knowing HIM more. <br /><br />We were very poor that time, our situation still so fresh in me because its my driving strength of the present. We can hardly go to the city where the church is located. We cannot afford the fare which was only P1.50, but my mother was true to her promise that she will let her children, her family know the Lord. And I was also eager to know more about that said GOD. I wanted to know him more. So, what my mother did, we always brought vegetables from my father's garden to sell to other church members so we have extra money when we go home and of course can pay for the fare. We always went to church early so my mother has time to distribute and sell the vegetables before the service starts. And while she's roaming around, I stayed at the church listening the praise and worship team while they practised. And started to have interests on their music. <br /><br />Until one sunday... as usual my mother went house to house to sell and I was left in the church. In one corner, there was this pretty, so lovely woman sitting, there was a notebook open and a pen on her hands, she glanced at me when I entered the church and smiled:) I look at her back in bewilderment, with appreciation on her personality and wondered who is this woman??? <br /><br /><em><strong>This woman </strong></em>has a great part of the big change in my life and to my family. The transition begun and <strong><em>knowing him</em></strong> more started when I came to know this woman. On the next post will be about this woman and why and what was her part in my life and on 'the promised'. Keep posted!Janmahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03446312724678571476noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8414020909469067875.post-82268423083671951392011-03-07T01:25:00.000-08:002011-04-09T16:52:27.360-07:00The vow I made with HIM<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVnvCt_YDZbIov5aXRVrq8B7El2XGj0N3NuG3n9fRRDZEL9gOj339x_oDYmDsnrJHrewTaPxzUDdHhvqcbxYhNDB04YIWUnzXNHDdJ_U2CNMdz-awX13epUFogyIYQ8FNdzzeGEcv2eYQC/s1600/akneeling.jpg"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 216px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 258px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581274430321690978" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVnvCt_YDZbIov5aXRVrq8B7El2XGj0N3NuG3n9fRRDZEL9gOj339x_oDYmDsnrJHrewTaPxzUDdHhvqcbxYhNDB04YIWUnzXNHDdJ_U2CNMdz-awX13epUFogyIYQ8FNdzzeGEcv2eYQC/s320/akneeling.jpg" /></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;">When my mother was run again to the hospital after the time span she asked from the Lord. I was so afraid. I was so young then and don't understand lots of things yet. All I was thinking was it will be horrible if mamma will be gone. So if God grant my mother's request surely he can too with me. So, in the hospital, holding my mother's hand, with tears in my eyes, I talk to God through my mind, a short simple prayer but a promised to him. <strong><em><span style="color:#990000;"><br /><br />"Dear Lord, if you are true and really a powerful one and so loving to your children and if you are my heavenly father please let my mother live and I will offer my life to you!"</span></em></strong> God understand what I mean with offering my life, its not just serving him in a usual way like others do, it means going to seminary and become a minister to His word..a special calling! </span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><br />Yes a special calling because I now understand that all those things are just part of God's plan for me. I now understand that God called me on his special purpose even before when I was still in my mother's womb, and he knows and everything that happen were according to His plan. What happen next?.stay tune</span>!Janmahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03446312724678571476noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8414020909469067875.post-85040101460876478942011-03-04T16:08:00.000-08:002011-04-09T16:53:40.617-07:00CHAPTER V: The PROMISE!<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">This chapter is the turning point of my life! Here I will share what is it to make a promise with the Lord and how is it when the Lord promises us on something! He will never fail. From that time I made a promise to the Lord I kept it! And everyday of my life he keeps on doing and granting it. All I need to do is claiming the million promises of God! And I can attest it in this chapter how I live with the promises of God! <br /><br />What are his promises??? And what did I promised to Him??? Stay with me as I continue the story of my life!!! </span><span style="color:#ff6600;"><strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;"><br /><br />"For I know the plans I have for you, plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future!"</span> - </em></strong></span><span style="color:#000000;">the living promise!</span> <strong><em><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span></em></strong><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span>Janmahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03446312724678571476noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8414020909469067875.post-4498401193252250132010-03-20T13:15:00.000-07:002010-03-20T13:22:16.157-07:00Six Months After....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqM0MrAfkaQZSJuzejqwGt8JNj0ooMiSHUT_iBbEIez6inhciNP6128cldSfaQZpIN3o2DaBLEPH6C59jG_h04FXN9aX4LIofztxtDS-NIY9ot6-fzH4vVTv2_I-uxXeiY-sF3pz2TvM7N/s1600-h/latest+174.jpg"><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450812126980577378" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqM0MrAfkaQZSJuzejqwGt8JNj0ooMiSHUT_iBbEIez6inhciNP6128cldSfaQZpIN3o2DaBLEPH6C59jG_h04FXN9aX4LIofztxtDS-NIY9ot6-fzH4vVTv2_I-uxXeiY-sF3pz2TvM7N/s200/latest+174.jpg" /></span></a><span style="font-size:130%;">Days with the new 5lbs. baby went better. Though in hardship but he lives day by day in our mother's care. He've grown so much bigger through natural food like yellow squash! I can remember, my mother just cooked a squash and smashed it and feed to my brother:) Ooh, by that his growth was amazing! Months passed and everyone starts covering up. But then, unbelievable as it was, when the 6months were over, my mother just collapse with no reason at all!<br /></span><div></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">I can still remember that morning! We were happy and doing the usual routine of the day. We seems had forgotten what had happen. Our lives back to normal, may not yet the life that we used to be but living each day with a bright day ahead! We always went to church every sunday and my early mind started to learn something about church and God. </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">She was washing the dishes and just collapse right there in my eyes! I shouted as loud as I could asking for help because it was only me and my mother with the baby sleeping. When my father came together with my grandmother she was rushed to the hospital and I beg to follow with them remembering what she told me six months ago. So my grandmother took care of the baby and I went with them to the hospital. I was crying all the way and as I was staring at my mother she really looks dead already. </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">This time it was <strong>ME</strong> who made a promise! <strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">A promise that lasts</span></strong>!!! Stay tune on the next chapter..there I will share the promise I made with the Lord just to let my mother live! I knew she was ready, thats the only time she'd asked. But then we were not ready</span> yet!</div>Janmahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03446312724678571476noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8414020909469067875.post-23522285025418351352010-01-05T17:49:00.000-08:002010-01-09T12:04:43.696-08:00SHE TALK WITH HIM and MADE A PROMISE!My mother didn't say anything about what had happen. She kept everything to herself. But one day, while I was with her washing our clothes at the 'flowing water'<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-h0wm2WjIsaSpieTpt3IuvaSEMtyi4N6RtEaYHwd-XhC7jwcbwhPEcKAlll5sTXWLmVfnVUQsutDtBLj_H5ATBeNvng2siSnDqAkJmPR4aC80ngFS63rdFJILLnRhjBBvABfJkHpPdYkT/s1600-h/light.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423438358482020194" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-h0wm2WjIsaSpieTpt3IuvaSEMtyi4N6RtEaYHwd-XhC7jwcbwhPEcKAlll5sTXWLmVfnVUQsutDtBLj_H5ATBeNvng2siSnDqAkJmPR4aC80ngFS63rdFJILLnRhjBBvABfJkHpPdYkT/s200/light.jpg" /></a> hehe.. its a water flowing from the mountain and its where almost everyone in the village washes their clothes. But that day we were alone, only two of us and my mother was already planning to tell me her secret because I am the eldest and she thought I must know it!<br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">HER STORY:</span></strong><br /><br /><br /><em>"It was like I was just dreaming. I was walking in nowhere...I even didn't notice what's sorrounds me. All I can remember was myself walking heading to the <span style="color:#ffcc00;">light </span>that seems to have voices..,humming,singing,talking..can't describe what was it but I was following on that direction. When I was nearer, the sounds became clearer and louder but I cannot look at the light! So I kneeled down bowing my head! I said; My God, forgive me on everything I've done that did not pleased you, if it is favorable to ask you one thing, please let me. <span style="color:#993399;">YOU SEE.., I JUST DELIVER A NEW CHILD, A CHILD THAT NEEDS SO MUCH CARE FROM A MOTHER, HE IS NOT HEALTHY BUT IF YOU WILL LET HIM LIVE; LET ME LIVE ALSO EVEN FOR JUST SIX MONTHs JUST ENOUGH THAT THE CHILD COULD BE BETTER IN SHAPE. MY ELDEST STILL SMALL AND I'M SURE SHE STILL CAN'T HANDLE THE RESPONSIBILITY. IF YOU WILL GRANT THIS PLEA, I PROMISE TO SERVE ALL MY REMAINING LIFE SERVING YOU AND LET MY FAMILY KNOW YOU!</span> ... the next thing she remember was she's so thirsty and that was it! She's back to life!"</em><br /><em></em><br />She told me, "I have to tell you that promise I had with the Lord so whatever will happen you know what to do! HE IS ALIVE AND IS FAITHFUL TO ANSWER OUR PRAYERS! Just believe and put your trust in HIm". After six months..see what happen on the next post!Janmahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03446312724678571476noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8414020909469067875.post-27521527819136239602010-01-02T01:19:00.000-08:002010-01-02T01:50:12.079-08:00New Life, New Beginning!!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJa5ihzgUUjY36ClD9g3BWP5OaBmajRCsBbmbF6TxTYRrjVDvqSsM4M0TVcaidTky5KiNJJKCacrWkY97RNgaD9TOHS1UUgHf5d9sQ6FkLCNFjwrStaWoLMbCkvNJjUXVTGUKe3AaC8ZDq/s1600-h/nokia+celfon+043.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 191px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422076960745307890" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJa5ihzgUUjY36ClD9g3BWP5OaBmajRCsBbmbF6TxTYRrjVDvqSsM4M0TVcaidTky5KiNJJKCacrWkY97RNgaD9TOHS1UUgHf5d9sQ6FkLCNFjwrStaWoLMbCkvNJjUXVTGUKe3AaC8ZDq/s200/nokia+celfon+043.jpg" /></a>When the doctor said they're afraid they cannot save both but they have to do the operation, the whole family just prayed and just ready ourselves whatever might happen. So after a couple of ours and the doctor shook his head about my mother and proclaimed dead that even my father while all those time holding my mother, he felt the last breath stopped like he heard a click and that was it! We cried of course, my father sobs!<br /><div></div><br /><div>While my father was sobbing and the doctor went away already, after a few minutes maybe 3-5, my father felt my mother's hands moving and while my fathers was in the act of bewildernment, my mother's whole body continue moving and breathing fast and even in a tired voice she asked for water! Shocked but my father handled to shout and called the doctor, nurses in the hospital.</div><br /><div>Hospitals personal were taking her to the emergency and after that day was over. She was returned to the room, even so weak but <span style="color:#009900;">alive!</span></div><div><span style="color:#000000;">The doctor said, </span><span style="color:#6600cc;"><em>"he just saw a miracle! And he will bear it in his whole experience as a doctor!" </em></span></div><br /><div>What really happens on that few minutes of her being dead? That we will know on the next page!!! Just hang on guys!</div>Janmahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03446312724678571476noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8414020909469067875.post-68102113502222668912009-12-26T13:52:00.000-08:002009-12-27T02:20:05.130-08:00One day earlier!!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPtgC29uO4dVE2y8VzEe6sq5wg4LXiDKkgePwyELqASmz91U2LPNKra6hkcv6aWqgYuDtWGKa0-RbQ56wwFZXPLoxLHGLaenfUXyeEcUapYA5vRSbhLs9saG7jFd5eErX3zJNleKDz0G6N/s1600-h/verse.jpg"><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 159px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419857681405744898" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPtgC29uO4dVE2y8VzEe6sq5wg4LXiDKkgePwyELqASmz91U2LPNKra6hkcv6aWqgYuDtWGKa0-RbQ56wwFZXPLoxLHGLaenfUXyeEcUapYA5vRSbhLs9saG7jFd5eErX3zJNleKDz0G6N/s200/verse.jpg" /></span></a><span style="font-size:130%;">When my father was dealt by the hospital's doctor and staff to sign a paper that they will do thier best to get out the baby but they cannot assure they can save both! So, in order to do the process my father had to sign a paper that he could not complain whatever may happen! So my father did signed the paper and when everything seems hopeless and just hoping against hope, he let me and my brother and my mother's family and went to the hospital for my mother want to see us before the time! So, were all there, my mother as I can remember tried to show strength so we will not be crying maybe.<br /><br />When my grandmother arrived together with a group of people which at first I don't know them but their faces were somehow familiar to me. Then when they lay over their hands for mama and prayed then I remembered that they were pastors and people there in church where I went as nursery near our house in the city before.<br /><br />When they were praying.. Silently my mind also was talking and said <em><span style="color:#990000;">" If its true that there is God, and that He is alive and powerful, then he will let my mother live, for us who still needs her."</span></em> I cannot imagine our lives that time but I also didn't know what I've asked what it means really. All I said was just the fruit of my early minds.<br /><br />MIRACLE HAPPENS on the next post!</span>Janmahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03446312724678571476noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8414020909469067875.post-18859451683001198702009-12-03T14:40:00.000-08:002009-12-10T14:59:02.716-08:00The 12oz. baby!!!<span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;">My father stopped working because he had to attend my mother in the hospital! He was always there for my mother! All his time were just rolling around on my mother's situation! I was left for granted! No one checked my studies if I still went to school or not! I lost interest on schooling that time! While my mother was fighting death, my father was hopeless, me and my brother just roamed around from my grandparent's who were also busy that time traveling and meetings (labor union, sort of ) to my aunt's (my mother's sister) and to friends! We rather climb the mountains with other kids and picked guavas, my brother looked for spiders - the lame one, than going to school! I remember, our house became our playing ground that time! My friends like there because there were still lots of goodies in our store. We even do cooking using cans and wasting rice! You know..children!!!<br /></span><div></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;">It was a miracle! The baby came out alive but 50-50. He was just as little as the 12oz cola, with wrinkled skin and so tiny legs! He was incubated.., our family just counting the days until when he can survive! While in the other hand, my mother didn't make it! The doctor already shook his head and said sorry to my father and proclaimed my mother as <em>dead</em>!</span></div><span style="color:#003333;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413744620226054098" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW6THFkH3reEac_8B5WkFb50FgrqFr_nqhS0SMZj3l3UGL3xHGLGe8sYbKGKZkl6n-O3UKa9ltp7WDsOKd3onSe5RAOphIHS9AJzQk9RY1FvKO_Dn_VANoYbfjJ3JJG9oq_-ovLtFS9k-1/s320/nokia+celfon+041.jpg" />But why she's still with us until now??? <strong>alive and kicking???</strong> The amazing story will be in the next page;) See you then</span>!</span>Janmahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03446312724678571476noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8414020909469067875.post-11342040988105995602009-11-28T14:11:00.000-08:002009-11-28T14:50:03.607-08:00The Unexpected!!!<span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;">Everyone were busy fighting for survival. While my grandparents were busy taking care about their 'fight', everyone went their own way seaching something for living. And that includes my family! My father got a good job at one of the rising company that time (PASAR), but the place was a little far away from our village. So he 'stayed in' at the work place and only home every weekends.<br /></span><div></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;">My father used to prepare food for us and took care of us during our school days. Because my mother was working, sewing the whole day and took care of our little store at home! So, when my fathe</span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7L7IthUnQPDQE1SMHLa5yNsJEDfEfTun1XRq__-JHEGIYEgFWtSUu0DfeOVY-Dkgg21slKnK_-R3VtcNoDOgf8iGy3msUQrxcqygKQV6P1EF4rY59mc1fUr23Gixx1QzD0-M4ZeyokmO6/s1600/annika.jpg"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409289840391396850" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7L7IthUnQPDQE1SMHLa5yNsJEDfEfTun1XRq__-JHEGIYEgFWtSUu0DfeOVY-Dkgg21slKnK_-R3VtcNoDOgf8iGy3msUQrxcqygKQV6P1EF4rY59mc1fUr23Gixx1QzD0-M4ZeyokmO6/s200/annika.jpg" /></span></a><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;">r worked and not with us everyday, it was my mother who did everything at home! She became so cope up with work and household chores that she sometimes forgot to eat. While she didn't knew also that she was pregnant! It was unplanned! We were already girl and boy and they thought its enough. But then, the unexpected happened. </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;">Maybe because of stress, pressures and unhealthy lifestyle, her pregnancy was at risk! The baby was so weak inside and had no possibilities to go out normally. And the problem was, my mother cannot have a ceasarian operation due to her heart problem. It will complicate! The situation became harder and harder everyday, the baby should not die inside, or else both of them will be dead! Already stayed in the hospital for 2weeks... the baby was already post mature for almost a month. Everyday, was a miracle! </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;">What happened then will be on the next post! Find out if they survived both! And how!</span></div>Janmahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03446312724678571476noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8414020909469067875.post-21427435296608053102009-11-21T08:56:00.000-08:002009-11-28T14:04:02.495-08:00Fighting the good fight!!!<span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;">When Hacienda Martinez were turned over to the bank, a chinese businessman bought it and became the new owner of those land where our family were working! They were nice to us too, but it was just became complicated about the land ownership! During thier reign, it was also the time when the New Agrarian Reform Program law were imposed! That those lands and farms worked by tenants for a number of years already, they have given the power to own it. These things the new owner cannot accept! They tried making a move to get back our land to thier ownership. So my grandparents did not allow it to happen! They fought a hard fight about it!</span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuO0W3unhdCb4fZhDni5Wt4aZDLHqzgaMdvSSfvZYM-lU6n9vB1I-vTBO3P_n9kUD9FPhxRfG39Xtxlh36WRK0MyA8kYneL94qkkJF7BmOMUGDCAo_Zqq_ctjdi7NA6YHqowxATZWvQGIn/s1600/popo+and+tatay.jpg"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406616818427916210" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuO0W3unhdCb4fZhDni5Wt4aZDLHqzgaMdvSSfvZYM-lU6n9vB1I-vTBO3P_n9kUD9FPhxRfG39Xtxlh36WRK0MyA8kYneL94qkkJF7BmOMUGDCAo_Zqq_ctjdi7NA6YHqowxATZWvQGIn/s200/popo+and+tatay.jpg" /></span></a><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"><br /></span><div></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;">It was hard... so hard to fight rich people and knowledgeable ones! While remembering those days, I can't help but cry because I still can remember and picture out my grandfather's hardships to fight for them just to keep our land! They were just mere farmers, no good education! Almost innocent of the law!It costs everything they had, thier money savings, thier time and effort! Well they got lawyers to help them yes! But those days costs really all thier money. They even had big loans on different rich people!</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;">Those times begins our hardships! Because it took so many years before they win the case! And it took them almost a life time to pay debts from time to time! Imagine, I was just 7 years old that time and it was just 4 or 5 years ago since my grandparents got thier good life again!</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;">These scene made me promised to myself together with almost all children of "Mahusay" who suffered those days! We have to study hard and get educated. This is the treasure no one can take out from us! As we rewind those days, how hard it would be to have no knowledge and ignorant! We were so proud though of our grand parents because with all thier efforts and all , they won! </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;">More...next page!</span></div>Janmahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03446312724678571476noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8414020909469067875.post-16532319706796216402009-11-08T01:58:00.000-08:002009-11-08T03:57:31.385-08:00Chapter IV- Turned UpSideDown<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKSoOIT0QDPVpk0EGExQbKK5vS4gvv0lI8cH24vZL97pMk796BZlF23fAUQ2qvxVZgSSJzSOK0cCNI2TYW2xEYMwdMA_1kJ-srAJpJd8FQwZVNmxyBDdj0aLDnAGxaHgzumCFMviC2aSVo/s1600-h/Toco+Toucan.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401700530126741794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKSoOIT0QDPVpk0EGExQbKK5vS4gvv0lI8cH24vZL97pMk796BZlF23fAUQ2qvxVZgSSJzSOK0cCNI2TYW2xEYMwdMA_1kJ-srAJpJd8FQwZVNmxyBDdj0aLDnAGxaHgzumCFMviC2aSVo/s200/Toco+Toucan.jpg" /></a> <span style="font-size:130%;">They said; its better to start with nothing and end up with a great success, than having something turn into nothing! Its harder! In this chapter I will try to remember the big twist in our lives..how it happen and when did it begin. </span><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">It was hard for me because at my young age with all these 'get what i want' attitudes built. It was hard for me to understand why things can get down like that. It seemed to me that I was the one who has been affected the most! But then, as this story or chapter went on..you've got to follow it because you will discover lots about me:) How I adjusted the situation and how it made me a smart girl in the middle of crisis:) How those situations had taught me a lot about life!</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">I hope you will just keep on hang out with me as I continue remembering all those years!</span></div>Janmahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03446312724678571476noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8414020909469067875.post-71256781464584167812009-11-05T02:59:00.000-08:002009-12-11T15:59:03.934-08:00The Twist begun!!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWd9IoFIsNwul3RhO6Ux722foP3LV2cB-liL4gs86Lesnl-CfM489dvOZThOYGkDy-r38e1SgVLrzC1yUXkwlCerG8oGHla9YW3lmfpDjPnpOEzpfN-EPRgvofPVx2b3I2SqK903IhH9MR/s1600-h/Autumn+Leaves.jpg"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401333533935006626" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWd9IoFIsNwul3RhO6Ux722foP3LV2cB-liL4gs86Lesnl-CfM489dvOZThOYGkDy-r38e1SgVLrzC1yUXkwlCerG8oGHla9YW3lmfpDjPnpOEzpfN-EPRgvofPVx2b3I2SqK903IhH9MR/s200/Autumn+Leaves.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;">Life goes on... but even on my early mind, I still sensed the commotion around the village! I've heared many heresays that we were sold to another owner:) But actually what did happened was, our 'amo' the owner on that hacienda our family was working for had a heavy problem economically that they were not able to pay thier responsibilities in the bank or government, in short "bankruptcy":) But then there were also rumor that they (our boss) heared already the coming Agrarian Reform Program law stated that, those tenants or people who are working thier land for a certain period (can't remember if it was like 'for 20 years, not sure) but anyway, the law or the government gave them the power to become the owner on the land they worked for many years already! In this case, it was supposed a good news to our family, but maybe those Spanish owners were wise enough to get rid of it! They let our land, the whole village turned over to the bank, the reason the bank has to sell it to another owner!<br /></span><div></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;">Thus, the big twist of our lives begun when the new chinese owner took place!</span></div>Janmahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03446312724678571476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8414020909469067875.post-13292343301285848072009-11-03T16:07:00.000-08:002009-11-03T23:01:45.616-08:00Big Fish in a small pond!!!<span style="font-size:130%;">I considered that our family as a whole was like a big fish in a small pond:) Before we transferred or went back to the village, my father already prepared our house. It has already an extended place for a 'sari-sari store hehe and at the same time, mama's tailoring..hehe. It boomed so fast and our life there were so good!<br /><br />As my self, because I used to be in school, I went with my aunt at school but they were already so big, ages 7-8 (grade 1) . But still, I went with her, because there's no pre-school in that village during that time. I remember,that was the starting point we became unseparable from then, even until here in Sweden, I want to follow her and fortunately, it happened:) Well, anyway, because it was already almost the year end, all I did was just following her and being with her. But on the next school opening became a problem of my parents because I really wanted to go to school together with my aunt, but she was already in grade 2, so, they put me in grade1 even if I was still 5years old but just as visitor:) But at the end of the year I passed anyway with flying colors..wahehehe!<br /><br />It went so smooth during our first 5years there.</span>Janmahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03446312724678571476noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8414020909469067875.post-47380775028473451152009-10-17T06:35:00.000-07:002009-10-18T14:58:57.416-07:00My first four years!!!<span style="color:#330033;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>It's not easy to go back 35 years ago:) But I will try to keep it leading to my coming story and experiences:)</em> </span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;">After I was born, as in from hospital we went home at my grandmother's house in the city. my mother was afraid to live in the village where transportation was not easy that time. After giving birth and with a little baby, they chose to stay there. It was a good life as far as I can remember. We had a store full of things for sale:) candies, bread, school supplies, and many more! While my mother also continued sewing dresses. So, the income just kept coming that time! </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;">I got my little brother when I was three years old. And between these years, we just kept on visiting the village every now and then:) And everytime we visit, I felt like a star:) I recieved all praises and appreciation. The fact that these age is the attitude foundation of every one. How we were brought up becomes what we are when we become older. </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;">Since, its a city and fortunately we were just a walk away from the church (protestant). And that church has a private school for pre-school. So at the age of 3 I was already attending school as <em>Nursery</em>. I learned songs and rhymes that caused me earning money everytime we visit my granparents in the village. They let me sing or do rhymes for 25cents for example. (already big that time:) This was one of the reason, I turned out smarter than the other kids there, cause they can start go to school at 7 or 8years old that time.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;">But then, when I was 4years old and <em>Nursery 2,</em> in the middle of school year or like 3 more months before the school year ends, my parents decided to go back and lived there in the village for good! (There were happenings at our place in the city where our house were on. It was like the government will use the lot for school expansion...improvement begun:) </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"></span><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;">Well... it will be more interesting on the next pages on this chapter ...what happened when we were already back home in our little village.</span></em>Janmahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03446312724678571476noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8414020909469067875.post-35943658258383797032009-10-11T14:55:00.000-07:002009-10-11T15:16:52.147-07:00CHAPTER II- My Childhood Years<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPhlJ14hpPtoL0z8aPX1ArSc3Oqen9tkcHddH_rnJHXnrhF6dLB3t1xnA7SheiupIcw8OJI4MtgdVubDSzJAp3PRf2Zo57jqjZ1pi3xDaGh5Pf-yC9rSb0x7N9qQs4DqCI37S7iKnpcriw/s1600-h/bora+pa+rin+170.JPG"><span style="color:#663300;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391468978910227234" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPhlJ14hpPtoL0z8aPX1ArSc3Oqen9tkcHddH_rnJHXnrhF6dLB3t1xnA7SheiupIcw8OJI4MtgdVubDSzJAp3PRf2Zo57jqjZ1pi3xDaGh5Pf-yC9rSb0x7N9qQs4DqCI37S7iKnpcriw/s200/bora+pa+rin+170.JPG" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#663300;"> </span><em><span style="color:#663300;"><span style="font-size:130%;">This chapter will be sweet and sour. My life during my childhood happened the big twist in our lives, my life and my family as a whole. I can say, this stage was the most unforgettable one in my whole life. Many things happened, abundance and crises, from grace to rugs, problems and promises, dreams and wonders and lots more. </span><br /></span></em><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"><em>This chapter will be exciting, emotional and lots of changes. These were the years I really want to write. Almost everyday has its own story to tell, I mean as details as that. But no! I will just try to do the most remarkable ones. So I hope you will stick with me and follow these chapter of my life!</em></span></div>Janmahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03446312724678571476noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8414020909469067875.post-58318716984021494182009-10-09T16:30:00.000-07:002009-10-09T17:41:12.453-07:00Those hairs and pale complexion<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN8BZDvIv4tFs6C8GonaVUWoJWtuvczB3-BzkK1fSWLjDokS1ywNfuELP6_VJhVBdSEYJsIalA4TPoODfTYNmIKHDNC9VQ8o-qNiJSTwlDEHnx5WDVm4uf_x1EsoP8GHwqVT9io2KHm3-O/s1600-h/lg+in+the+rice+field+019.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390760231234396162" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN8BZDvIv4tFs6C8GonaVUWoJWtuvczB3-BzkK1fSWLjDokS1ywNfuELP6_VJhVBdSEYJsIalA4TPoODfTYNmIKHDNC9VQ8o-qNiJSTwlDEHnx5WDVm4uf_x1EsoP8GHwqVT9io2KHm3-O/s200/lg+in+the+rice+field+019.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:130%;">As I ponder about my daughter's hair so light, it made me wonder why and that she is more so Swedish that its hard for others to tell that her mother is an Asian. But then my mother told me once that when I was born, I had this goldy colored hair and so few. It was like corn (hair?) and my grandparents said 'nalihi-an daw kog buhok sa ma-is' heheh. And I was so white, but it was found out that it was not a healthy white kind of. My lips were pale. That was one of my mother's reason why we stayed in the city where hospitals and pharmacies were near. It was like I had lack of iron and so my blood platelet must always be checked.<br /></span><div></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">I remember when I was 3years old, we also had a little sari-sari store at home , our house in the city was located near public school, so it was so good to have a little store where many different kinds of candies were there. I had to eat a bowl of 'kalamunggay' a day..take note 'pure' because it has rich of iron and that was recommended by the doctor. And in order for me to eat those, my mother bribe me for a candy. Every bowl of kalamunggay I ate, I had the chance to choose a candy that I like.<br /><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">NOTE: (that green leafy plants behind me in the picture..thats a kalamunggay:) I forgot the english word for it... whoever knows, please tell me so I can edit this. thanks)</span></div>Janmahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03446312724678571476noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8414020909469067875.post-8054887297722843812009-10-04T01:31:00.000-07:002009-10-05T15:48:28.285-07:00Princess Syndrome!<div align="left"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;">"What I want I get"...<br /><br /></span></em></strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;">...this is an attitude of someone who has princess syndrome, and that's what I had when I was little. Since I was the first child, first grandchild, and a girl, I did get what I want. My grandparents in my father side had the biggest store in our village. Almost all villagers got their daily foods from them. Like they pays weekly every salary time. That store as far as I can remember had everything what the people there needs.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"><br />So, 'Me' as the first 'apo' (grandchild) of my proud lola can just get as much as I want in that store. And because my mother was a dressmaker, I had the prettiest dresses of all the children living there..heheh. I was the cutest and the finest they said during that time, and that's because I grew up in the city until 4yrs. old. From the time I was born, my mother wanted to stay and live in the city where her mother and sister lived. <span style="font-size:100%;">( stories about my life in the city will be in the coming chapters)</span>. So, by all these, I became the apple of every one's eyes. All these abundance in all areas made me a spoiled child. Crying was my powerful weapon:) Yeah... I knowww! absolutely so familiar and typical for spoiled children.<br /></span></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;">I admit I have princess syndrome until now. wink*</span></div>Janmahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03446312724678571476noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8414020909469067875.post-27100830881403142262009-10-02T15:47:00.000-07:002009-10-03T13:58:49.809-07:00Chapter I - JEANETHEN<strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">August 31, 1974, 7pm...</span></em></strong><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj4IdiwJ1ke-nEe-Fe2S8HGpo5TbC5M2yNuNpq78LUU3KS7IAuIk87h5E9Vemy9VvMgGSXQJ6BVwrConNjXJWshnRj-YbeiwJ3mMGx4SE09yVAuWnRc9rgbDMnMv24LVCkp0JeOC-Ttldx/s1600-h/landet+and+tr%C3%A4dg%C3%A5rds+185.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388473076903485010" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj4IdiwJ1ke-nEe-Fe2S8HGpo5TbC5M2yNuNpq78LUU3KS7IAuIk87h5E9Vemy9VvMgGSXQJ6BVwrConNjXJWshnRj-YbeiwJ3mMGx4SE09yVAuWnRc9rgbDMnMv24LVCkp0JeOC-Ttldx/s200/landet+and+tr%C3%A4dg%C3%A5rds+185.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;">Familya Mahusay were in chaos and don't know what to do! My mother was in pain.., so much pain... she was ran to the maternity hospital and direct to the delivery room. At 9pm, a tiny cute baby girl was born! Nothing can beat the happiness my father had on that day! Every one were happy. I was the first grand child. My grandfather said that his knees will easily become weak because her first grandchild is a girl. Heheh.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"><strong>My mother</strong> was a fan of Jonathan in the Bible, the best friend of David. She was touched by their friendship. So, she thought of naming her first child Jonathan and because I became a girl she named me '<span style="color:#ff6600;">Jeanethen</span>'. But then, the secretary at the city registrar's office might be old that she wrote my name as 'Janeth';) only. Hmmmp!</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;">Thus my name become!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;">Anyway, It was the best time of their lives:)</span>Janmahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03446312724678571476noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8414020909469067875.post-30325922518160216322009-10-01T01:48:00.000-07:002009-10-01T16:51:32.353-07:00Prologue<span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"><strong>July 14, 1973, evening</strong></span> ...<br /><strong><span style="color:#003300;">the whole village was partying! cooking foods on the large cooking material like big pan and casserole at the back of the house of Mr. and Mrs. Miguel Mahusay. Lots of villager here and there,eating, drinking, dancing and playing!children, youn</span></strong><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2Df8jXAPcvJPVmrDX5jvgCv75B5f7Ti45-EV_h1HpCiA8SAg_cM8jZoJIWJ_lRecsSPx4Huh3rVqBe_XSHgPBFNSiizWD7N0bDLKLApDRp-8wwI9OkYipNJa2ZsvlHDizQ6h-DGSFIsz4/s1600-h/wala+lng+007.JPG"><strong><span style="color:#003300;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387780548543685634" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2Df8jXAPcvJPVmrDX5jvgCv75B5f7Ti45-EV_h1HpCiA8SAg_cM8jZoJIWJ_lRecsSPx4Huh3rVqBe_XSHgPBFNSiizWD7N0bDLKLApDRp-8wwI9OkYipNJa2ZsvlHDizQ6h-DGSFIsz4/s200/wala+lng+007.JPG" border="0" /></span></strong></a><strong><span style="color:#003300;">g people and adults. Every one were happy, shouting, singing and celebrating! "THIER PRINCE IS GETTING MARRIED!" heheh, yap it was the wedding of my dear father, the eldest among seven siblings. He lives in a small village where their family were the prominent. Almost everyone were relatives, they call it "Baranggay Mahusay". My greatgrandfather was the eldest and everyone respects him. And everyone loves my father.<br /><br /></span></strong><strong><span style="color:#003300;">Ormencita (taken from our city name Ormoc City), a city girl from a broken family. She learned to earn her own money at her early age due to the hard life in the city. She made dresses and barter it for grains to different rice fields in the villages. The reason she met my father. As my mother said; she already knew that my father is her soul mate. She has a dream before she met my father. She saw papa's back standing in the middle of the rice field! Hmmp! drama!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#003300;">She was pretty and fragile despite of being brought up in the city. So the whole village also likes her and my father's parents likes her too.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#003300;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#003300;">It was a grand wedding of their time! My mother felt so lucky because after the wedding, as to follow the tradition that the wife should stay 3days on the grooms family but she knew that after 3days, they have to start their new family to their new house given by my father's family with 10sacks of rice, (pasaka) a piece of rice field for their living, 2 pigs and a carabao. as the old people said; " the ship should be full before it sails". </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#003300;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#003300;">Thus, this chapters of my life</span><span style="color:#003300;"> begins</span></strong>.Janmahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03446312724678571476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8414020909469067875.post-17699911690768440722009-09-30T14:22:00.000-07:002009-09-30T14:52:35.840-07:00It won't be long!<strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">As this blog titled "Chapters of my life", I mean to write up like a book about my life. Those times, those years, those experiences bad and good, challenging and corny, exciting and boring! all those will I share here. From my chilhood until these days. It could be enteresting, funny, full of lessons but it could also be boring, sad, and useless (hope not:) </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387381169198577650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 389px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgATPa7lzPVoZLktvVpvZeuRPs2rc5l14V2IT6RgC6R55Gu5exN6h2tfi4RBOGwOkp2Q7xWMHgZ35p140Xeh1xlKz7aLaSqjuBxHF-G_26jM2i0X25mA8zG6DLobXTn1Y_cVYg6-u-uXUjx/s320/Waterfall.jpg" border="0" />In connection to these, I want to annouce that I'm about to write the pages, the stories, the chapters of this book. I hope it will give you hope,connections,reflection, lessons in life. I hope you'll get interested and walk with me all the way as I try to remember all of those days! I hope you will follow every stories, every chapters of my life.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">See you soon guys!!!</span></strong>Janmahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03446312724678571476noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8414020909469067875.post-91522509986764331362009-09-26T16:09:00.000-07:002009-09-27T06:06:30.778-07:00Time with Friends<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtJhXXdldONCEp_-niN_mIBOu2joEcwzHCB0it82u9FJKIsIYac6wMvDBf45eexcOLqMzD94AaVxdFkKEtIDOCDQuwK25dgTF46BAXEZC4wWxiax4kw_Qm6-SHzMxKpuMvCkF56DFMhDqr/s1600-h/forblog+015.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386132183140545650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtJhXXdldONCEp_-niN_mIBOu2joEcwzHCB0it82u9FJKIsIYac6wMvDBf45eexcOLqMzD94AaVxdFkKEtIDOCDQuwK25dgTF46BAXEZC4wWxiax4kw_Qm6-SHzMxKpuMvCkF56DFMhDqr/s200/forblog+015.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>Waaa..lutong pinoy!!! it was fun! since it was free from school and work last thursday due to angelikka's free day we visited a filipina friend who really like to cook filipino foods. Time went so fast but we had a perfect lunch together with 'tinolang isda' , pancit and shrimps. We just put a little shrimp also on the soap just to put colors and additional taste! wow! it was so good and we went home so full stomach.<br /><br /></strong></span><div><div><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><a href="http://khim68.blogspot.com/"><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">Khim</span></strong></a><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong> made a 'binignit' for our dessert paired with tea or coffe that makes our ea<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386131542670118258" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGfIPHvj6BzAHaVSLewdA0MRr3yhhJ1Li3aJ28o9z7XDhQcNEoJBO6Dqsie6F6SKxkAU1q0w_5bgZKQBTwWit1KUNZbm3DkpxLFYntc9T9jGv6IKHYSkHXAZ3A6-h-Mvo_yyeapkt6lDoa/s200/forblog+016.JPG" border="0" />ting fellowship perfect! Because we were so full, so we took a little walk around their place and chat a little, then before we went home we ate the fruit salad that she almost forgot that she had prepared some for us;) Well, that was fun time together with family and friends!</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>Thanks Khimma at sa uulitin! Have a wonderful day to all!</strong></span></div></div>Janmahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03446312724678571476noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8414020909469067875.post-43550877660515279222009-09-24T13:31:00.000-07:002009-09-24T14:00:05.558-07:00Colorful days:)<strong><span style="color:#000099;">Me, Jenny and Shy after our class yesterday dropped by in a shopping store which sells almost all kinds of products. Since I have a gift certificate on that store, I asked them to help me find something maybe shoes will be good. So we went directly to the shoes department and found many different kinds and nice shoes, then as Filipinos, we looked directly on sale area..hehe.<br /></span></strong><div></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#000099;">Actually, I was looking for a Nike sneakers since mine is already over used. I even about to buy last Saturday when me and my husband went to a shoes store and I found there</span></strong><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsEZ94O_eeQAIQu3Hn9-u1eQR26jExoF9pNNHh8VZT7I81kniVIPsrw1IUd32cBXBdEz3mhOpiFkAhJCH_n_MWsL3-LKVHRNNYCCME8eo23DQELvxMKCBLe4vmjI2_X-RJs2opPXQn1K5T/s1600-h/forblog+013.JPG"><strong><span style="color:#000099;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385140011506871122" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsEZ94O_eeQAIQu3Hn9-u1eQR26jExoF9pNNHh8VZT7I81kniVIPsrw1IUd32cBXBdEz3mhOpiFkAhJCH_n_MWsL3-LKVHRNNYCCME8eo23DQELvxMKCBLe4vmjI2_X-RJs2opPXQn1K5T/s200/forblog+013.JPG" border="0" /></span></strong></a><strong><span style="color:#000099;"> what I want... just the color (yellow) made me think again and the fact that it was a little expensive. So, when I found that same sneakers there on the sale area and blue/violet color ( still not my color but hello??? half cheaper than the first and the only Nike there and take note..its my size:) aheheh. Not only that.., when you buy two you'll pay only one! (buy one take one) hehe... wasn't it a lucky day? and I can say a colorful day because the color of my two new shoes are blueviolet and green. aheheh!</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#000099;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#000099;">Have a colorful day everyone!!!</span></strong></div>Janmahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03446312724678571476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8414020909469067875.post-45134613414761189542009-09-20T11:28:00.000-07:002009-09-20T12:27:25.552-07:00Funny ME<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibZUaQPVIYPbstsgjnbd6BIsnoV5Mx31GHDVYGcY0mD9iXWIsQceneGPhDeST_3AH0IGEluPS2Jo_YaSnSa3K_IImNHIzt6H5uThV8P8Hfx6jgejrv4n67yy3FYYQfoJYKmxBw9P9d_FTg/s1600-h/at+the+wall.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383619522317900146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 355px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibZUaQPVIYPbstsgjnbd6BIsnoV5Mx31GHDVYGcY0mD9iXWIsQceneGPhDeST_3AH0IGEluPS2Jo_YaSnSa3K_IImNHIzt6H5uThV8P8Hfx6jgejrv4n67yy3FYYQfoJYKmxBw9P9d_FTg/s320/at+the+wall.jpg" border="0" /></a> At our wall, this is how it looks;) hahahha.. Everytime there's a new visitors they will always ask if we were 4 siblings. Why they just knew that we were only three, or sometimes they will ask who is the other girl. My mother always give a smile and will just say that the two girl pictures belongs to only one 'Me'.<br /><br />Well, the first picture looks so young..so many can't recognize that it was me. I was 19yrs. old graduated my Bachelor in Theology. As I said <a href="http://jetnah.blogspot.com/2009/08/becoming-woman.html">somewhere in my older posts </a>that I went to college so young at 15 and living in the dormitory. And the other one is the present which really looks like me;) It was when I graduated my Bachelor in Elementary Education.<br /><br />Hmmm...those were the days!<br /><br />P.S.<br />(you might wonder about the arrangement, it was before when they were working the left side of our wall, so they put all the pictures in the right side in the meantime;)..surely no longer the same arrangement this time)Janmahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03446312724678571476noreply@blogger.com1