<?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-3887565</id><updated>2011-12-07T06:54:07.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OUR GRATITUDE JOURNAL</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlmk.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlmk.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Sabbatical Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03927671311801638719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RItIQXyW4uo/THuNiqr5aZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/hvFcSnW2YW4/S220/lar.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>309</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887565.post-110700469748778139</id><published>2005-01-29T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T21:18:17.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blogid</title><summary type='text'>blogid Originally uploaded by gratitude.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/110700469748778139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/110700469748778139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlmk.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110700469748778139' title='blogid'/><author><name>Sabbatical Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03927671311801638719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RItIQXyW4uo/THuNiqr5aZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/hvFcSnW2YW4/S220/lar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887565.post-109736009216597141</id><published>2004-10-10T06:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T06:14:52.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our family 5 months ago...</title><summary type='text'>Our family 5 months ago... Originally uploaded by gratitude.For updates pls go to http://gratitude.fotopages.com/</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/109736009216597141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/109736009216597141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlmk.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109736009216597141' title='Our family 5 months ago...'/><author><name>Sabbatical Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03927671311801638719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RItIQXyW4uo/THuNiqr5aZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/hvFcSnW2YW4/S220/lar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887565.post-109735460171317018</id><published>2004-10-10T04:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T04:43:21.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flickr</title><summary type='text'>This is a test post from , a fancy photo sharing thing.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/109735460171317018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/109735460171317018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlmk.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109735460171317018' title='Flickr'/><author><name>Sabbatical Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03927671311801638719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RItIQXyW4uo/THuNiqr5aZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/hvFcSnW2YW4/S220/lar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887565.post-108386721296162222</id><published>2004-05-07T02:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-29T10:47:23.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello!Please update the link.  We have moved to http://gratitude.fotopages.com/</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/108386721296162222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/108386721296162222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlmk.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108386721296162222' title=''/><author><name>Sabbatical Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03927671311801638719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RItIQXyW4uo/THuNiqr5aZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/hvFcSnW2YW4/S220/lar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887565.post-107395946937841358</id><published>2004-01-13T10:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-13T10:10:18.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy New YearFor more pictures from Christmas 2003, click here</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/107395946937841358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/107395946937841358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlmk.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107395946937841358' title=''/><author><name>Sabbatical Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03927671311801638719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RItIQXyW4uo/THuNiqr5aZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/hvFcSnW2YW4/S220/lar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887565.post-107346843898859607</id><published>2004-01-07T17:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-07T17:45:06.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEAR ALL!  Oh I'm so delinquent in updating my blog...  Is being 25 weeks pregnant excuse enough? *bats eyelashes*So sorry to all those who kept on checking for news only to find old posts.  I guess my brother felt sorry for me that he acted as a ghost blogger for that Nov. 25 pic/entry.  Thanks bro!  Thanks too to all you dearies who left warm greetings on my tagboard... (Aw, Din &amp;</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/107346843898859607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/107346843898859607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlmk.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107346843898859607' title=''/><author><name>Sabbatical Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03927671311801638719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RItIQXyW4uo/THuNiqr5aZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/hvFcSnW2YW4/S220/lar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887565.post-106972713617849421</id><published>2003-11-25T10:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-25T10:29:31.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>48 Hours in ManilaA memento from my previous trip to Manila. My birthday week celebrated with the family.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106972713617849421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106972713617849421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlmk.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106972713617849421' title=''/><author><name>Sabbatical Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03927671311801638719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RItIQXyW4uo/THuNiqr5aZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/hvFcSnW2YW4/S220/lar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887565.post-106757045449983873</id><published>2003-10-31T10:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-31T11:28:42.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Matt, who is 10, is now at a crossroad.  He is torn between being a kid and a teen.  When his voice broke for the first time last summer, it signalled some changes that promptly followed.  We began to notice the appearance of fine facial and body hair.  His growth spurt is now more vertical than sideways.  His voice is several octaves lower than his former high-pitched tone... Given these </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106757045449983873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106757045449983873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlmk.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106757045449983873' title=''/><author><name>Sabbatical Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03927671311801638719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RItIQXyW4uo/THuNiqr5aZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/hvFcSnW2YW4/S220/lar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887565.post-106704173410557844</id><published>2003-10-25T08:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-25T08:32:33.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Saturday again!  Will visit the OB this morning to make sure the baby and I are fit to take that Manila trip on Monday.  Then, we plan to drop by the kids' Great Grandma's house for a visit and to take Mama out to Makro for some Christmas decor shopping...Wee!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106704173410557844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106704173410557844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlmk.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106704173410557844' title=''/><author><name>Sabbatical Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03927671311801638719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RItIQXyW4uo/THuNiqr5aZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/hvFcSnW2YW4/S220/lar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887565.post-106688704564123377</id><published>2003-10-23T13:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-23T13:30:45.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Two more reasons to feel blessed!  Matt &amp; Kyle proudly handed Jerry &amp; me their Math awards...Sarap feeling!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106688704564123377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106688704564123377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlmk.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106688704564123377' title=''/><author><name>Sabbatical Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03927671311801638719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RItIQXyW4uo/THuNiqr5aZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/hvFcSnW2YW4/S220/lar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887565.post-106670469455917397</id><published>2003-10-21T10:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-21T10:51:34.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>All About GeeseIn one of Kyle's Science lessons before, we learned about baby animals' names.  It was actually my first time to hear about goosling, a name given to a baby goose, as duckling is to a baby duck.  Yesterday, Jerry and I had an early lunch so we could pass by the mall to look at the maternity section.  My regular wardrobe is beginning to cramp my belly and I wanted to buy a few </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106670469455917397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106670469455917397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlmk.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106670469455917397' title=''/><author><name>Sabbatical Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03927671311801638719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RItIQXyW4uo/THuNiqr5aZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/hvFcSnW2YW4/S220/lar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887565.post-106661004206754107</id><published>2003-10-20T08:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-20T10:03:37.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>While we were having breakfast yesterday with my mom, I happened to notice that Kyle was missing another upper front tooth.  "Hey Kyle, you lost another tooth!  When did that happen?", I asked."Last Friday...", Kyle answered hesitantly as everyone began to notice."(Grinning) Maybe Kyle got scared you'd bring him to the dentist yesterday (Saturday) as we originally planned", Jerry kidded.I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106661004206754107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106661004206754107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlmk.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106661004206754107' title=''/><author><name>Sabbatical Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03927671311801638719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RItIQXyW4uo/THuNiqr5aZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/hvFcSnW2YW4/S220/lar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887565.post-106602419139434697</id><published>2003-10-12T13:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-13T13:52:15.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Shopping or Party?Kyle was presented with the idea of going on a toy shopping spree instead of having a themed children's party.  We just wanted to see which one he was more inclined to choose.  I guess the thought of being able to (finally) buy his Blade Liger, Dragon Slayer and Gundam was enough to trigger his excitement.  And he readily agreed!His Si-ko and Sa-ko bought the Dragon Slayer </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106602419139434697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106602419139434697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlmk.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106602419139434697' title=''/><author><name>Sabbatical Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03927671311801638719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RItIQXyW4uo/THuNiqr5aZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/hvFcSnW2YW4/S220/lar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887565.post-106602181330126448</id><published>2003-10-10T12:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-13T13:19:42.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Driving is Now Off My List (Temporarily)Jerry took the 3am Cebu Pacific  flight to Manila last Thursday to attend a convention in Tagaytay up to Friday.  This meant (for me) 2 days of driving the kids to and from school.  What used to be a relatively easy task proved to be too strenuous for my "nauseous-easily-tired-pregnant-body".  I managed to drive the kids safely alright.  I even got to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106602181330126448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106602181330126448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlmk.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106602181330126448' title=''/><author><name>Sabbatical Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03927671311801638719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RItIQXyW4uo/THuNiqr5aZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/hvFcSnW2YW4/S220/lar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887565.post-106566158624369771</id><published>2003-10-09T08:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-09T09:08:52.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Been thinking of what to name our coming baby... If baby turns out to be a girl, we like to name her Amanda Marie.  If baby turns out to be our third boy, we plan (for now, at least) to name him Jake (from Jacob)...I kinda like the ring of it.  Sounds tough for a boy, just like Matt &amp; Kyle...Hmm... we still haven't made up our minds yet, so feel free to suggest.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106566158624369771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106566158624369771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlmk.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106566158624369771' title=''/><author><name>Sabbatical Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03927671311801638719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RItIQXyW4uo/THuNiqr5aZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/hvFcSnW2YW4/S220/lar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887565.post-106566089503420684</id><published>2003-10-09T08:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-09T08:54:55.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Loooong day ahead but I've got the best weapon to make me go through today with ease... I passed by church this morning for doses of our daily prayers - the rosary and the novena to St. Expeditus.  Hurry home Pa, Matt has a basketball game this afternoon and Kyle's birthday is coming up this Saturday.  There's a lot more things to do...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106566089503420684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106566089503420684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlmk.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106566089503420684' title=''/><author><name>Sabbatical Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03927671311801638719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RItIQXyW4uo/THuNiqr5aZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/hvFcSnW2YW4/S220/lar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887565.post-106541071042661106</id><published>2003-10-06T11:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-06T11:25:10.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Whew... just had a meeting this morning and the list of things to do is driving me... er... nuts.  Ma &amp; May are in town, Jerry will be out of town, the kids have a few projects that will be due next week PLUS I have things to finish at work.  Not that I'm complaining... I love to be able to do all these, if only... Anyway, this is one of those days I'll just have to triple time.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106541071042661106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106541071042661106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlmk.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106541071042661106' title=''/><author><name>Sabbatical Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03927671311801638719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RItIQXyW4uo/THuNiqr5aZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/hvFcSnW2YW4/S220/lar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887565.post-106541161578611241</id><published>2003-10-05T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-06T11:41:06.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Manila-Cebu PAL flight got delayed about 2 hours... Hotdog waffle hunting in Mactan while awaiting arrival... Laguna Garden Cafe lunch with family, Ma &amp; May - sinigang na mamsa (some kind of fish), pork adobo, beef steak, adobong kangkong... Afternoon chat &amp; bonding with Ma &amp; May at the condo... Snacks at Flame It... 6PM mass at Redemptorist... Kids' haircut... Dinner at home - Sr. Pedro lechon </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106541161578611241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106541161578611241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlmk.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106541161578611241' title=''/><author><name>Sabbatical Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03927671311801638719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RItIQXyW4uo/THuNiqr5aZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/hvFcSnW2YW4/S220/lar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887565.post-106525978190158295</id><published>2003-10-04T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-04T17:52:00.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just had my second prenatal appointment this morning.  Kyle was with me and Jerry, hoping to hear the baby's heartbeat for the first time.  However, my Obstetrician failed to detect it using the doppler.  I was immediately recommended for trans-v ultrasound to make sure the baby was growing fine.After fetching Matt from his Math training, we all headed for the hospital.  It was lunch time but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106525978190158295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106525978190158295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlmk.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106525978190158295' title=''/><author><name>Sabbatical Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03927671311801638719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RItIQXyW4uo/THuNiqr5aZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/hvFcSnW2YW4/S220/lar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887565.post-106499906217461933</id><published>2003-10-02T09:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-02T10:18:36.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Flashback 10 YearsTen years ago, on the 23rd of July, I delivered Matthew through Lamaze natural birth (unmedicated)... It was a beautiful (but not without pain) experience which Jerry &amp; I shared from the time I had my early contractions at 7am to the time Matt let out a hearty scream 8 hours after.  Jerry was my coach-partner in the labor room and the delivery room.  He did a great job of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106499906217461933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106499906217461933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlmk.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106499906217461933' title=''/><author><name>Sabbatical Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03927671311801638719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RItIQXyW4uo/THuNiqr5aZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/hvFcSnW2YW4/S220/lar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887565.post-106482894124335006</id><published>2003-09-29T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-29T18:09:35.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I felt weak (ok ok, lazy is more apt) to go to work this morning on account of my tummy acting up last night and keeping me awake into the wee hours.  And the kids didn't have classes today.  So I thought another half-day of rest added to Saturday &amp; Sunday wouldn't hurt, would it?.  Then my cellphone alerted me at 800am.  My boss texted we should meet at 900am.  What?  I texted I wasn't feeling</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106482894124335006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106482894124335006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlmk.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106482894124335006' title=''/><author><name>Sabbatical Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03927671311801638719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RItIQXyW4uo/THuNiqr5aZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/hvFcSnW2YW4/S220/lar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887565.post-106454712826606315</id><published>2003-09-26T11:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-26T11:42:42.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>All About ThursdayMy work day yesterday went fine and I was a bit energetic to finish up on some minor backlogs *blushes*.  Though there were some irritants (like my superior who kept texting me his requests/directives instead of putting them in writing *grrr* ), my day in the office was uneventful, really.The kids had half-day classes so we all had lunch at home.  It was great knowing that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106454712826606315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106454712826606315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlmk.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106454712826606315' title=''/><author><name>Sabbatical Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03927671311801638719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RItIQXyW4uo/THuNiqr5aZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/hvFcSnW2YW4/S220/lar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887565.post-106445354665270490</id><published>2003-09-25T09:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-25T09:34:49.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Of Food and Reality TVYesterday's cravings were "banana-cue" for my afternoon snack and "paksiw na lechon" for dinner.  While watching the television and gawking at Kris Aquino's confessions on her love-affair-gone-sour, I was also enjoying my lechon paksiw and rice tv-dinner.  Either the reality tv show was longer than it should have been or I was really hungry when I noticed I was going </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106445354665270490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106445354665270490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlmk.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106445354665270490' title=''/><author><name>Sabbatical Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03927671311801638719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RItIQXyW4uo/THuNiqr5aZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/hvFcSnW2YW4/S220/lar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887565.post-106436586449252317</id><published>2003-09-24T09:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-24T09:11:04.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Slept last night &amp; woke up today to the same bagatelle of a headline... that Joey Marquez allegedly poked a gun at live-in lover, Kris Aquino during a verbal tussle over a text message.True or not, that's Philippine media feasting on anything to sell copies and airtime.*Ho-hum*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106436586449252317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106436586449252317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlmk.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106436586449252317' title=''/><author><name>Sabbatical Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03927671311801638719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RItIQXyW4uo/THuNiqr5aZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/hvFcSnW2YW4/S220/lar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887565.post-106419664081967164</id><published>2003-09-22T10:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-22T10:30:50.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was roused from sleep in the middle of the night to find Kyle standing by the bedside, looking a bit worried... "What is it?", I sleepily asked him as he stood there looking half awake.  He was holding a bit of something between his fingers and was trying to show me.  "Ma, my tooth fell off.  See?".Jerry woke up amused at our unexpected guest &amp; invited him to spend the remainder of the night </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106419664081967164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106419664081967164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlmk.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106419664081967164' title=''/><author><name>Sabbatical Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03927671311801638719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RItIQXyW4uo/THuNiqr5aZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/hvFcSnW2YW4/S220/lar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887565.post-106419617767615202</id><published>2003-09-22T08:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-22T10:13:31.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106419617767615202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106419617767615202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlmk.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106419617767615202' title=''/><author><name>Sabbatical Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03927671311801638719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RItIQXyW4uo/THuNiqr5aZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/hvFcSnW2YW4/S220/lar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887565.post-106405968867303746</id><published>2003-09-20T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-20T20:11:05.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kostka Wins!Matt's team/section won in today's basketball game!  Highlights of the game according to Papa Jerry are the ff:1.  Matt was the first to score a basket.2.  Matt contributed 4 points to a team total of 12.3.  Final score is 12-11. YEY!!! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106405968867303746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106405968867303746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlmk.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106405968867303746' title=''/><author><name>Sabbatical Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03927671311801638719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RItIQXyW4uo/THuNiqr5aZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/hvFcSnW2YW4/S220/lar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887565.post-106387189513572933</id><published>2003-09-18T15:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-18T16:09:05.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Where's the Towel?"Boys, take off your shoes &amp; socks and wash your hands", I recite like a mantra, everyday without fail the moment Jerry,the kids and I enter our house after a long day at school/work.  I then plop on our bed and grab a few minutes of rest until it's time for dinner.Last night, as I lay in bed enjoying the peace and quiet, Kyle, my 7-year old son, came in to use our bathroom.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106387189513572933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106387189513572933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlmk.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106387189513572933' title=''/><author><name>Sabbatical Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03927671311801638719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RItIQXyW4uo/THuNiqr5aZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/hvFcSnW2YW4/S220/lar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887565.post-106378717483951309</id><published>2003-09-17T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-17T16:39:49.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kyle finished his lunch in my office surprisingly early today and I, sort of, felt in the mood to go with them back to school.  This would give me a short change in scenery at least, a very much needed break  after hours of paperwork.Nearing Kyle's school gate, I looked out the window and said:  "Uy, Jer, parang ang sarap nun..." (hey Jer, that one looks yummy...).  Being the dutiful, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106378717483951309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106378717483951309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlmk.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106378717483951309' title=''/><author><name>Sabbatical Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03927671311801638719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RItIQXyW4uo/THuNiqr5aZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/hvFcSnW2YW4/S220/lar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887565.post-106369252614901936</id><published>2003-09-16T13:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-16T14:16:42.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Michael BubleJust came across the official site of the now famous 25-year old Vancouver vocalist, Michael Buble (click name), and soon found myself swooning over his songs.  His cd has been a recommended "good buy" by Lifestyle channel.  And he is scheduled for a 9/18 concert tour at the PICC.I think my parents would surely relive fond memories if they hear the remade songs of '50-'60's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106369252614901936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106369252614901936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlmk.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106369252614901936' title=''/><author><name>Sabbatical Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03927671311801638719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RItIQXyW4uo/THuNiqr5aZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/hvFcSnW2YW4/S220/lar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887565.post-106358768286368735</id><published>2003-09-15T08:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-15T09:28:16.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last Saturday was the report card distribution, so it was an early morning trip for the four of us to the kids' school to avoid the traffic.And these were posted in their classrooms... Matt &amp; Kyle's names were included...Smart kids noh?  Hehehe....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106358768286368735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106358768286368735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlmk.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106358768286368735' title=''/><author><name>Sabbatical Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03927671311801638719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RItIQXyW4uo/THuNiqr5aZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/hvFcSnW2YW4/S220/lar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887565.post-106335512570785807</id><published>2003-09-12T16:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-12T16:36:07.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kobe Shoes and Jersey No. 15   This was yesterday's game where Matt's team lost to the other section. Matt's section now has 1 win and 1 loss. 1 loss? It didn't matter much, as long as Papa Jerry and brother Kyle were there to watch him.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106335512570785807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106335512570785807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlmk.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106335512570785807' title=''/><author><name>Sabbatical Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03927671311801638719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RItIQXyW4uo/THuNiqr5aZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/hvFcSnW2YW4/S220/lar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887565.post-106324815423919624</id><published>2003-09-11T09:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-11T10:42:34.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Junnie made a good post on the ubiquitous jeepneys on his site which got me thinking.  Jeepneys are perfect examples of Filipino ingenuity, I agree.If only these jeepney drivers were more courteous on the road, then I'd refrain from turning my bright headlights on.  Knowing that these jeepneys have oversized rear-view mirrors, I normally do when trailing a slow-moving jeepney on a narrow lane </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106324815423919624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106324815423919624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlmk.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106324815423919624' title=''/><author><name>Sabbatical Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03927671311801638719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RItIQXyW4uo/THuNiqr5aZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/hvFcSnW2YW4/S220/lar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887565.post-106324585793746617</id><published>2003-09-11T09:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-11T10:04:17.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The morning sickness these past few days was mild.  My cravings were not really far out unlike last week when I wanted to have "saba" with caramel syrup, milk and ice, and bibingka only from Mandaue.Getting up these days and doing the regular morning chore of taking a shower and putting together the day's wardrobe didn't render me weak and dizzy.  Thank God!I now have a renewed zest to finish</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106324585793746617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106324585793746617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlmk.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106324585793746617' title=''/><author><name>Sabbatical Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03927671311801638719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RItIQXyW4uo/THuNiqr5aZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/hvFcSnW2YW4/S220/lar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887565.post-106299746126365843</id><published>2003-09-08T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-08T13:04:21.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tomorrow is Osmena Day which means tomorrow is a holiday for the province of Cebu.YESSS!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106299746126365843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106299746126365843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlmk.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106299746126365843' title=''/><author><name>Sabbatical Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03927671311801638719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RItIQXyW4uo/THuNiqr5aZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/hvFcSnW2YW4/S220/lar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887565.post-106299368982742260</id><published>2003-09-08T12:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-08T12:03:38.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's the Blessed Mother's birthday today and what a good way to start the workweek - with an early morning mass.  Jerry and I heard mass to celebrate the special Marian occasion....  Prayers to the Blessed Virgin MaryFather of mercy, give your people help and strength from heaven. The birth of the Virgin Mary's Son was the dawn of our salvation. May the celebration of her birthday bring us </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106299368982742260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106299368982742260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlmk.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106299368982742260' title=''/><author><name>Sabbatical Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03927671311801638719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RItIQXyW4uo/THuNiqr5aZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/hvFcSnW2YW4/S220/lar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887565.post-106289390385429410</id><published>2003-09-07T08:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-07T08:40:40.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Old wives' tales say that pregnant women could eat anything they fancy without the risk of having indigestion.  I could attest that there is no truth to this at all.I just had one of the worst tummy aches last night after partaking of a buffet dinner at Laguna Garden.  Perhaps I had too much of the beef caldereta...----We attended the 3rd birthday party of my cousin's youngest son (my kids'</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106289390385429410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106289390385429410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlmk.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106289390385429410' title=''/><author><name>Sabbatical Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03927671311801638719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RItIQXyW4uo/THuNiqr5aZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/hvFcSnW2YW4/S220/lar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887565.post-106273092100623302</id><published>2003-09-05T11:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-05T11:17:08.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>8wks 0day Had my trans-v ultrasound yesterday (for those who are not familiar, this is not the ordinary routine pelvic ultrasound) and found out that I was 8 weeks heavy with a new bundle of joy.  My last pregnancy being 7 years ago, during a time when ultrasound was only done on the 2nd half of a normal pregnancy, yesterday, I was quite impressed with the new technology I subjected myself to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106273092100623302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106273092100623302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlmk.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106273092100623302' title=''/><author><name>Sabbatical Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03927671311801638719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RItIQXyW4uo/THuNiqr5aZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/hvFcSnW2YW4/S220/lar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887565.post-106264503574033881</id><published>2003-09-04T11:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-04T11:10:35.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm in the mood for a small bar of Nestle Crunch... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106264503574033881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106264503574033881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlmk.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106264503574033881' title=''/><author><name>Sabbatical Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03927671311801638719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RItIQXyW4uo/THuNiqr5aZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/hvFcSnW2YW4/S220/lar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887565.post-106257004275271262</id><published>2003-09-03T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-03T14:43:01.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I finally had my fill of the ube flan today, after two days of pining for it.  Jerry bought 3 cups for dessert.  Kyle and I heartily shared a small cup a while ago.  I still have another cup on my desk for later.  Looking at it as it sits on my desk, its little white spoon beckoning me to take another scoop of its yummy purplish creamy gelatinous consistency - now makes me queasy. Darn...I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106257004275271262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106257004275271262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlmk.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106257004275271262' title=''/><author><name>Sabbatical Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03927671311801638719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RItIQXyW4uo/THuNiqr5aZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/hvFcSnW2YW4/S220/lar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887565.post-106239373778136391</id><published>2003-09-01T13:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-01T13:35:43.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just an UpdateJust a while ago, I craved for beef steak for lunch.  After indulging myself, I felt I couldn't take another bite of it.  Then I thought my officemate's "pinakbet" looked more appealing.  Short of requesting the utility man to go buy for me, I changed my mind.  Not only with food do I manifest a different behavior.  I used to think watching tv was a big waste of time.  I'd </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106239373778136391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106239373778136391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlmk.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106239373778136391' title=''/><author><name>Sabbatical Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03927671311801638719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RItIQXyW4uo/THuNiqr5aZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/hvFcSnW2YW4/S220/lar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887565.post-106205566842151651</id><published>2003-08-28T15:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-28T15:43:47.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Theme Thursday Entry:  HEATThis is a shot during my first time to eat authentic Gruyere cheese fondue last June when we visited my brother and sis-in-law in Vevey.  My bro said it's eaten during winter more often than during summer.  It is usually accompanied with wine.  Comfort food for heat during winter...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106205566842151651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106205566842151651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlmk.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106205566842151651' title=''/><author><name>Sabbatical Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03927671311801638719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RItIQXyW4uo/THuNiqr5aZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/hvFcSnW2YW4/S220/lar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887565.post-106178249635522413</id><published>2003-08-25T11:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-25T11:43:24.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quarterly Exams! Do your best Matt &amp; Kyle!  We love you both!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106178249635522413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106178249635522413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlmk.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106178249635522413' title=''/><author><name>Sabbatical Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03927671311801638719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RItIQXyW4uo/THuNiqr5aZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/hvFcSnW2YW4/S220/lar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887565.post-106143180031726116</id><published>2003-08-21T10:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-21T10:17:34.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Theme Thursday Entry:  HOARDINGhoard -  n. A hidden fund or supply stored for future use; a cacheThis is a hoard of Gruyere cheese in Switzerland being stored for final processing.  Yummy!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106143180031726116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106143180031726116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlmk.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106143180031726116' title=''/><author><name>Sabbatical Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03927671311801638719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RItIQXyW4uo/THuNiqr5aZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/hvFcSnW2YW4/S220/lar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887565.post-106143058522054780</id><published>2003-08-21T09:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-21T09:49:45.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Matt for MathLast July 26, 2003, Matt was one of Grade 4 students sent by his school to take the qualifying exam together with candidates from other schools (Grade 3-2nd Year High School).  I was a bit worried because we had no preparation at all.  I was totally out of whack because of some viral infection the day before and Jerry was busy with his ASPAC.  Still, we felt he had to go and take </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106143058522054780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106143058522054780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlmk.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106143058522054780' title=''/><author><name>Sabbatical Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03927671311801638719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RItIQXyW4uo/THuNiqr5aZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/hvFcSnW2YW4/S220/lar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887565.post-106135270241527098</id><published>2003-08-20T12:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-20T14:41:25.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>InconsistencyLast week I sent an email*** requesting head office to reclass some P500,000 worth of freight charges covering June and July, (only one contractor serviced this particular expense account) to improve our bottomline.  I felt that these costs charged to our group was way too much.  I went as far as copy furnishing the CEO and CFO to let them know I was concerned about costs.  Today</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106135270241527098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106135270241527098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlmk.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106135270241527098' title=''/><author><name>Sabbatical Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03927671311801638719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RItIQXyW4uo/THuNiqr5aZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/hvFcSnW2YW4/S220/lar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887565.post-106134225838701101</id><published>2003-08-20T09:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-20T14:43:52.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Picture MomentNo particular reason why I took this shot.  It was just an urge to roll down the car window and to snap a foto of my two sons as they walked to the school's gate, confident and prepared, and ready to face yet another day of learning. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106134225838701101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106134225838701101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlmk.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106134225838701101' title=''/><author><name>Sabbatical Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03927671311801638719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RItIQXyW4uo/THuNiqr5aZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/hvFcSnW2YW4/S220/lar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887565.post-106134100198185842</id><published>2003-08-20T08:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-20T15:00:37.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Playing With ColorsI have long been amused by this structure along one of the interior streets near Capitol Site, Cebu, which we pass by everyday on our way to school.  I finally got the chance to take a shot of it even while inside a moving car.The choice of colors may not be my personal favorites, but it succeeds in calling attention to itself, if this is what the owners intended.  It </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106134100198185842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106134100198185842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlmk.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106134100198185842' title=''/><author><name>Sabbatical Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03927671311801638719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RItIQXyW4uo/THuNiqr5aZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/hvFcSnW2YW4/S220/lar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887565.post-106130980924682508</id><published>2003-08-20T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-20T00:19:15.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I knocked-off early from work today (Aug. 19) to give my boys the time to be reviewed by Jerry in Chinese before he attends his 5PM meeting for ASPAC.Bring on all the other subjects and I'll willingly assume the teacher's role, just keep me away from Chinese.  Chinese conversation and language are two subjects where I'm completely useless.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106130980924682508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106130980924682508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlmk.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106130980924682508' title=''/><author><name>Sabbatical Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03927671311801638719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RItIQXyW4uo/THuNiqr5aZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/hvFcSnW2YW4/S220/lar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887565.post-106126995358765443</id><published>2003-08-19T13:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-19T13:12:33.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As a routine, after lunch in my office, Jerry and Kyle drive back to school.  Today for some reason, I told Jerry I'd go with him bring Kyle to school since my office is only 5 minutes away without traffic.  So when it was time to go, I grabbed my bag to join them.On the way, "Kyle did you bring your sandwich?", I asked.  "Hm? Hmmm...mmmm", came his reply.  "What, you forgot?", I continued.  He</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106126995358765443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106126995358765443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlmk.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106126995358765443' title=''/><author><name>Sabbatical Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03927671311801638719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RItIQXyW4uo/THuNiqr5aZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/hvFcSnW2YW4/S220/lar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887565.post-106125632567625089</id><published>2003-08-19T09:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-19T09:45:19.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As usual, I got in early at work today and was getting ready to start ticking off items from my to-do list when my cubicle neighbor arrived.  "Hey! What brings you early?", I asked in Tagalog.  "Parking is limited in the basement", he replied.  Uh,  yeah whatever.And I thought it was because of more profound reasons.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106125632567625089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106125632567625089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlmk.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106125632567625089' title=''/><author><name>Sabbatical Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03927671311801638719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RItIQXyW4uo/THuNiqr5aZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/hvFcSnW2YW4/S220/lar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887565.post-106119053292581217</id><published>2003-08-18T15:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-18T15:23:49.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kyle insisted that I post this shot of his new pet, Nemo, which he took yesterday.  He positioned Nemo against their sky blue wall and on the printed blue sofa bed in their room.  Very clever, Nemo looks like he is underwater.My boy is so attached to his new toy that he even requested me to allow him to bring it to school.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106119053292581217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106119053292581217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlmk.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106119053292581217' title=''/><author><name>Sabbatical Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03927671311801638719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RItIQXyW4uo/THuNiqr5aZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/hvFcSnW2YW4/S220/lar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887565.post-106113913860056189</id><published>2003-08-18T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-20T15:06:19.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Since we didn't make it to the late morning mass (thanks to the confusing exit at SM mall), we just went to Ayala Center to catch the mall tour of the musical play Song of Mulan.The colors onstage were really nice.  In fact the short musical performance was surprisingly ok.  I didn't realize Nancy Castiglione and Greg Turvey could sing well.--------Right after the show, we went to Grand </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106113913860056189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106113913860056189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlmk.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106113913860056189' title=''/><author><name>Sabbatical Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03927671311801638719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RItIQXyW4uo/THuNiqr5aZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/hvFcSnW2YW4/S220/lar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887565.post-106113807284008740</id><published>2003-08-18T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-18T00:36:29.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I learned from Jerry early on that the kids' Uncle Junnie had a (belated) birthday gift for Matt, so I bought Kyle a little something to keep him distracted before Jerry hands Matt the gift.  Kids normally get envious when one receives a gift and the other does not.  Buying Kyle a small Nemo stuffed toy was just to pre-empt any incident.  It turns out that he loved his new addition to his zoo </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106113807284008740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106113807284008740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlmk.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106113807284008740' title=''/><author><name>Sabbatical Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03927671311801638719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RItIQXyW4uo/THuNiqr5aZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/hvFcSnW2YW4/S220/lar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887565.post-106113703294515772</id><published>2003-08-18T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-18T00:21:59.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>While waiting for Jerry's flight arrival, the kids and I spent a few hours this morning in SM.  We passed by National Bookstore to have our gift for John wrapped, then spent the rest of the time in Toy Kingdom.Speaking of SM, it was my first time to drive going there as most of my driving trips are to Ayala Center.  I noted that parking was a breeze (of course at 9:30 am) but looking for the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106113703294515772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106113703294515772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlmk.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106113703294515772' title=''/><author><name>Sabbatical Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03927671311801638719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RItIQXyW4uo/THuNiqr5aZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/hvFcSnW2YW4/S220/lar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887565.post-106102875758036833</id><published>2003-08-16T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-16T18:12:37.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Peeking from my laptop at 4PM, this is how Kyle looked from across the table while reviewing for his Filipino.  The kids are still busy preparing for their exams which by the way keeps me busier too.  I've made them their questionnaires and will probably be going over their answers when they're through.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106102875758036833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106102875758036833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlmk.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106102875758036833' title=''/><author><name>Sabbatical Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03927671311801638719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RItIQXyW4uo/THuNiqr5aZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/hvFcSnW2YW4/S220/lar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887565.post-106102842162683756</id><published>2003-08-16T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-16T18:07:01.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>That's me on the phone in my office after a long drive from the airport and after supervising a general cleaning of my cubicle.  Matt took this stolen shot while I was on the phone with Mama and Papa for a quick update.  Jerry at this point was on his way to their house.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106102842162683756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106102842162683756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlmk.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106102842162683756' title=''/><author><name>Sabbatical Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03927671311801638719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RItIQXyW4uo/THuNiqr5aZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/hvFcSnW2YW4/S220/lar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887565.post-106102815096613121</id><published>2003-08-16T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-16T18:02:30.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sent Jerry off early this morning for his overnight trip to Manila.  He'll be back tomorrow in time for our regular Sunday Mass and for our special lunch to celebrate John's birthday.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106102815096613121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106102815096613121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlmk.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106102815096613121' title=''/><author><name>Sabbatical Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03927671311801638719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RItIQXyW4uo/THuNiqr5aZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/hvFcSnW2YW4/S220/lar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887565.post-106102734982151578</id><published>2003-08-16T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-16T17:52:50.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lookie here!  This is what I found when I turned on my cellphone a few days ago... Both Matt and Kyle claim they took this shot- of their mini zoo.  Believe it or not, their stuffed pet inventory consists of: 6 dogs, 3 turtles, 2 reindeers, racoon, fox, monkey, elephant, rhino, hippo, rabbit, polar bear, tiger, duck, bear, and a dolphin.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106102734982151578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106102734982151578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlmk.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106102734982151578' title=''/><author><name>Sabbatical Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03927671311801638719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RItIQXyW4uo/THuNiqr5aZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/hvFcSnW2YW4/S220/lar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887565.post-106083806743651334</id><published>2003-08-14T13:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-14T13:19:07.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Theme Thursday Entry:  SPIRALIf not for today's Theme Thursday project, I wouldn't have noticed that my telephone cord was already full of grime.  The shot above was right after I cleaned it by dragging from end to end a white rag with alcohol.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106083806743651334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106083806743651334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlmk.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106083806743651334' title=''/><author><name>Sabbatical Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03927671311801638719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RItIQXyW4uo/THuNiqr5aZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/hvFcSnW2YW4/S220/lar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887565.post-106083229390997776</id><published>2003-08-14T11:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-14T11:45:50.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cat FightA few minutes ago, the sound of a high-pitched voice talking on the phone cut through the hum of airconditioners and computers of an otherwise quiet office.  Sounded like personal bickering between two Station Heads.  Then, some sobbing... At this point, I instructed my Accounting Staff to call the Group Sales Manager to do some mediating.  I'm glad I'm not in Sales.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106083229390997776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106083229390997776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlmk.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106083229390997776' title=''/><author><name>Sabbatical Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03927671311801638719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RItIQXyW4uo/THuNiqr5aZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/hvFcSnW2YW4/S220/lar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887565.post-106082045844420712</id><published>2003-08-14T08:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-14T08:31:41.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>GoogledThis site has been getting a lot of traffic lately and checking my site stats, I found out that there were a lot of google referrals from those who searched for (of all people) ruffa gutierrez bektas!  Yes I've posted once about her but is there a way I could get my site from being listed everytime people search for her name and her first-born?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106082045844420712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106082045844420712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlmk.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106082045844420712' title=''/><author><name>Sabbatical Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03927671311801638719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RItIQXyW4uo/THuNiqr5aZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/hvFcSnW2YW4/S220/lar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887565.post-106076508054795168</id><published>2003-08-13T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-13T17:04:51.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Found Nemo TodayOur kids' school made this their fund-raiser this year.  What great timing!  I've heard good reviews about the movie and read on the papers that the head background artists are Filipinos.  Enough reasons for us to go see the movie other than the fact that it's compulsory for all students.Matt watched with his classmates while Jerry and I watched with Kyle and his Grade 1 class</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106076508054795168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106076508054795168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlmk.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106076508054795168' title=''/><author><name>Sabbatical Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03927671311801638719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RItIQXyW4uo/THuNiqr5aZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/hvFcSnW2YW4/S220/lar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887565.post-106065567351490859</id><published>2003-08-12T10:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-12T13:49:03.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>For more than 3 years now, Jerry and I have made it a habit to pass by the Redemptorist Church everyday after bringing the kids to school.  Though we attend mass at another venue every Sunday, this particular church is our daily refuge for at least 30-45 minutes before we start our day's activities.  We try to hear the 7am mass from start to finish but if we do not make it in time for the Gospel </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106065567351490859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106065567351490859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlmk.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106065567351490859' title=''/><author><name>Sabbatical Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03927671311801638719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RItIQXyW4uo/THuNiqr5aZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/hvFcSnW2YW4/S220/lar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887565.post-106052797425235064</id><published>2003-08-10T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-18T15:30:10.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Weekend Photo BlogFriday, at EJ's birthday celebration, I caught our 89 year old Lola Meding eyeing the homemade ice-cream. Saturday, Jerry took the family to a special dinner at the much talked about Isla Foods Restaurant on Nivel Hills overlooking the city of Cebu.  It looks more like an eatery than a restaurant to me but it beats the well-known seafood market in Mactan which is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106052797425235064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106052797425235064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlmk.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106052797425235064' title=''/><author><name>Sabbatical Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03927671311801638719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RItIQXyW4uo/THuNiqr5aZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/hvFcSnW2YW4/S220/lar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887565.post-106035481609467510</id><published>2003-08-08T23:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-09T01:24:41.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Photo Friday Entry:  SLEEPAfter an active day in school, having attended his basketball club today, he took a quick shower and changed his dirty clothes with this red shirt which he wore to dinner at a relative's house.  Matt had a hefty meal of crabs, Yang Chow fried rice and roasted pig among others.  It was pretty filling, I should say.  When we arrived home, he had just about enough </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106035481609467510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106035481609467510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlmk.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106035481609467510' title=''/><author><name>Sabbatical Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03927671311801638719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RItIQXyW4uo/THuNiqr5aZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/hvFcSnW2YW4/S220/lar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887565.post-106031637974192919</id><published>2003-08-08T12:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-08T12:22:54.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HeartI just ate heart today for lunch.  The heart of a banana plant, that is or puso ng saging in the vernacular.  It was cooked kilawin-style with coconut milk and jackfruit seeds.  Quite exotic huh?  You like?(This is a survey, anyone is free to post yes or no to my comments link.)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106031637974192919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106031637974192919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlmk.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106031637974192919' title=''/><author><name>Sabbatical Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03927671311801638719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RItIQXyW4uo/THuNiqr5aZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/hvFcSnW2YW4/S220/lar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887565.post-106030596288849145</id><published>2003-08-08T09:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-08T11:49:13.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OutrageousI read the papers last night and found the usual (bad) local and international news.  The failed mutiny and the related articles were still splashed on the front page together with updates on the Jakarta blasts.  Not wanting to fill my work-weary mind with all the negative news that are happening, I continued to leaf through the papers.  For some reason, I found myself reading the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106030596288849145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106030596288849145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlmk.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106030596288849145' title=''/><author><name>Sabbatical Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03927671311801638719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RItIQXyW4uo/THuNiqr5aZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/hvFcSnW2YW4/S220/lar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887565.post-106018721331397216</id><published>2003-08-07T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-07T01:00:02.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Theme Thursday Entry:  NEONPlasma BallIt was good timing it was a holiday yesterday.  Matt and Kyle were free to go to the roving Science Museum at Mango Park.  A lot of students were there for a special field trip and everyone was having fun.  It's good to see the kids all wide-eyed and curious at the different displays.  The shot above was that of a Plasma Ball the size of a small </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106018721331397216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106018721331397216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlmk.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106018721331397216' title=''/><author><name>Sabbatical Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03927671311801638719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RItIQXyW4uo/THuNiqr5aZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/hvFcSnW2YW4/S220/lar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887565.post-106018312853925307</id><published>2003-08-06T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-06T23:38:11.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Family FunPosted here are fun pics taken last Saturday in Ayala Center as we were shopping for a few things for the house and today at the Science Museum.  The kids didn't have classes today because of the Cebu Province Foundation Day (Holiday).  Hover for short pic description...    </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106018312853925307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106018312853925307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlmk.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106018312853925307' title=''/><author><name>Sabbatical Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03927671311801638719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RItIQXyW4uo/THuNiqr5aZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/hvFcSnW2YW4/S220/lar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887565.post-106009535836321279</id><published>2003-08-05T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-05T23:01:22.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>World Wide WaitMy laptop is really slow now, it takes a minute or two (sometimes even more) before I could completely refresh a site.  I guess it has everything to do with my dial-up access and the 17 windows/blogs I'm currently reading SIMULTANEOUSLY! Yup, I actually counted.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106009535836321279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106009535836321279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlmk.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106009535836321279' title=''/><author><name>Sabbatical Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03927671311801638719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RItIQXyW4uo/THuNiqr5aZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/hvFcSnW2YW4/S220/lar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887565.post-106009392894079548</id><published>2003-08-05T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-05T22:36:29.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Born with a Silver SpoonRead in the papers today that Ruffa Gutierrez Bektas gave birth to their first baby.  All the swooning and the doting is understandable since the baby is the first grandchild on Ruffa's side.  What made my jaw drop to the level of my chest was the US$1M that Ruffa's mother-in-law gave to the tot as a gift!  Hmm, that's a new money-making scheme!  Joke-joke-joke!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106009392894079548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106009392894079548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlmk.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106009392894079548' title=''/><author><name>Sabbatical Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03927671311801638719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RItIQXyW4uo/THuNiqr5aZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/hvFcSnW2YW4/S220/lar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887565.post-106009331246684479</id><published>2003-08-05T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-05T22:21:52.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Feminine WashHey, how true is it that KC Concepcion, Ate Shawie's pretty daughter, got paid a cool P30M for the feminine wash she's now endorsing?  Woohoo! That's a lot of moolah (to borrow Junnie's term)!  And how true is it that the next endorser for the same product is going to be Ate Shawie's yaya?  Got it? A feminine wash for yaya?!  That's a new market niche!  The product could very </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106009331246684479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/106009331246684479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlmk.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106009331246684479' title=''/><author><name>Sabbatical Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03927671311801638719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RItIQXyW4uo/THuNiqr5aZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/hvFcSnW2YW4/S220/lar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887565.post-105997621867190434</id><published>2003-08-04T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-04T13:50:18.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh, Saturday night's dinner was Japanese at Rai Rai Ken.  The kids enjoyed the tempura and the gyoza so much.  Thanks to my sis-in-law and kids for the treat.  Japanese food is always on my faves' list.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/105997621867190434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/105997621867190434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlmk.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#105997621867190434' title=''/><author><name>Sabbatical Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03927671311801638719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RItIQXyW4uo/THuNiqr5aZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/hvFcSnW2YW4/S220/lar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887565.post-105997407698103167</id><published>2003-08-04T13:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-04T13:20:45.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sunday was our scheduled lunch treat for Matt's birthday, a week delayed from our original plan due to last week's viral infections... Not the mutiny!  Anyway, so we bought 3 orders of Mango Maki from Mikado and (what party would be complete without) the delectable lechon Cebu from CNT together with the "oh so sinful and uric acid inducing" dinuguan.  After buying sans rival from Dessert </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/105997407698103167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/105997407698103167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlmk.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#105997407698103167' title=''/><author><name>Sabbatical Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03927671311801638719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RItIQXyW4uo/THuNiqr5aZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/hvFcSnW2YW4/S220/lar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887565.post-105997352980385675</id><published>2003-08-04T13:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-04T13:30:01.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Jerry had an ASPAC meeting last Saturday but he decided to leave the car with me and requested his Mom's driver to bring him to Waterfront Hotel instead.  Leaving the car with me is supposed to make me more mobile should I decide to take the kids out or drop by my office or go some place else.  The silent plan, however, was for the kids and I to pick Jerry up around 4pm after his meeting.  But </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/105997352980385675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/105997352980385675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlmk.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#105997352980385675' title=''/><author><name>Sabbatical Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03927671311801638719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RItIQXyW4uo/THuNiqr5aZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/hvFcSnW2YW4/S220/lar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887565.post-105997286808034071</id><published>2003-08-04T12:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-04T13:23:18.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Still on food (couldn't help it).  To continue last Saturday's post, the kids and I decided to stay home and to just request the yaya to buy spaghetti from Jollibee.  After computing how much I spent, I realized I was better off if I spent the same amount on noodles, spaghetti sauce and 1/4 ground beef.  *Sigh*.  These fastfood chains are really getting more expensive.  Blame it on Aga.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/105997286808034071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/105997286808034071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlmk.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#105997286808034071' title=''/><author><name>Sabbatical Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03927671311801638719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RItIQXyW4uo/THuNiqr5aZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/hvFcSnW2YW4/S220/lar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887565.post-105981217512124716</id><published>2003-08-02T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-02T16:16:15.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The kids want to have snacks but the ref is empty at this time.  Month-end trip to the supermarket is already due.  Ayala Center and Foodarama, to go or not to go?  Tell you later!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/105981217512124716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/105981217512124716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlmk.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#105981217512124716' title=''/><author><name>Sabbatical Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03927671311801638719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RItIQXyW4uo/THuNiqr5aZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/hvFcSnW2YW4/S220/lar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887565.post-105980816601975729</id><published>2003-08-02T15:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-02T15:16:44.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>August is Jerry's much awaited month this year.  As ASPAC Conference Director, he is bent on making this international event a big success post SARS.  So far I'm happy for his group that things are shaping up as planned.  In the coming days, I am bracing myself too for a major exercise on time management and coordination to accommodate his many activities...  A lot of driving too would be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/105980816601975729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/105980816601975729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlmk.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#105980816601975729' title=''/><author><name>Sabbatical Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03927671311801638719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RItIQXyW4uo/THuNiqr5aZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/hvFcSnW2YW4/S220/lar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887565.post-105980724654762385</id><published>2003-08-02T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-02T14:54:06.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The helper called my office yesterday to tell me food was not enough for dinner.  This meant we needed to buy something.  Last night, we had lechon manok from Sr. Pedro and another round of cold soba.  The food that we bought plus the ready food in the house turned out to be more than enough for everyone.  These past few days I noticed I kept posting about food....  Could I be in that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/105980724654762385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/105980724654762385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlmk.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#105980724654762385' title=''/><author><name>Sabbatical Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03927671311801638719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RItIQXyW4uo/THuNiqr5aZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/hvFcSnW2YW4/S220/lar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887565.post-105971642935281933</id><published>2003-08-01T13:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-01T13:54:28.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Photo Friday Entry:  CURVESLooking through the curves of the ancient campanile in Florence, Italy.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/105971642935281933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/105971642935281933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlmk.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#105971642935281933' title=''/><author><name>Sabbatical Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03927671311801638719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RItIQXyW4uo/THuNiqr5aZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/hvFcSnW2YW4/S220/lar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887565.post-105970315642991896</id><published>2003-08-01T09:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-01T10:45:54.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Taking a break from work... and thinking about the surprise dinner food that Jerry bought last night... Soba (buckwheat noodles), nori, wasabi and special soba sauce.  The four of us had a heaping bowl of authentic Japanese cold soba prepared right at home.  Delish!  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/105970315642991896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/105970315642991896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlmk.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#105970315642991896' title=''/><author><name>Sabbatical Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03927671311801638719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RItIQXyW4uo/THuNiqr5aZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/hvFcSnW2YW4/S220/lar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887565.post-105963525684298814</id><published>2003-07-31T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-31T16:04:53.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I didn't know others were appreciative too of what I did to our Euro vacation pictures.  Click here to check out.Gee, thanks!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/105963525684298814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/105963525684298814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlmk.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105963525684298814' title=''/><author><name>Sabbatical Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03927671311801638719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RItIQXyW4uo/THuNiqr5aZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/hvFcSnW2YW4/S220/lar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887565.post-105963391995419256</id><published>2003-07-31T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-31T14:46:47.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Theme Thursday Entry:  TimeCuckoo over Cuckoo ClocksOne of the best times in my life, in our lives, was the European vacation we had in June of this year.  This shot was taken in Bern, Switzerland.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/105963391995419256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/105963391995419256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlmk.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105963391995419256' title=''/><author><name>Sabbatical Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03927671311801638719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RItIQXyW4uo/THuNiqr5aZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/hvFcSnW2YW4/S220/lar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887565.post-105961649529430751</id><published>2003-07-31T09:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-31T10:12:09.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I woke up to a new scent coming from the kitchen.  Hmmm...  This is quite unusual, I heard sounds too of the kids having their early breakfast today even if they didn't have to go to school...  I think I know what brought this on...True enough, they were feasting on their new food fave, the chicken tinola!  Tinola isn't new, so what was the new scent, one might ask.  Purefoods sizzling sisig (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/105961649529430751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/105961649529430751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlmk.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105961649529430751' title=''/><author><name>Sabbatical Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03927671311801638719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RItIQXyW4uo/THuNiqr5aZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/hvFcSnW2YW4/S220/lar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887565.post-105957152830667186</id><published>2003-07-30T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-30T21:33:43.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My hubs would definitely tease me if I post the shot that Matt took of me the night  I slept with my boys to nurse Kyle (Aww..wouldn't you Jer?).  I just had to do it before I finally delete the image from my phonecam.  This is Matt's shot of me sleeping and looking exhausted after spending most of the previous night awake (an exaggeration of course) to take care of Kyle... My boy has talent </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/105957152830667186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/105957152830667186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlmk.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105957152830667186' title=''/><author><name>Sabbatical Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03927671311801638719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RItIQXyW4uo/THuNiqr5aZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/hvFcSnW2YW4/S220/lar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887565.post-105956723634856777</id><published>2003-07-30T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-30T20:49:17.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tomorrow's a free day for Kyle and half-day for Matthew, because their school is celebrating the Feast of St. Ignatius.  They're now reunited with the couch and some munchies for a tv marathon.  They saw Gundam on Cartoon Channel and are now surfing to AXN for Ripley's Believe It or Not and Superman on Cinemax.  *Sigh*  I love school holidays...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/105956723634856777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/105956723634856777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlmk.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105956723634856777' title=''/><author><name>Sabbatical Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03927671311801638719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RItIQXyW4uo/THuNiqr5aZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/hvFcSnW2YW4/S220/lar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887565.post-105956688071880648</id><published>2003-07-30T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-30T20:08:00.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If you're homepage address is set to Yahoo.com, you must have seen Yahoo Shopping's Top 5 Digital Cameras today.  Three of five are Canon Powershot models...  Says that much about Canon huh.  Junnie, what model do you use again? ELPH, A70 or S50? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/105956688071880648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/105956688071880648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlmk.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105956688071880648' title=''/><author><name>Sabbatical Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03927671311801638719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RItIQXyW4uo/THuNiqr5aZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/hvFcSnW2YW4/S220/lar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887565.post-105954143976909668</id><published>2003-07-30T13:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-30T13:03:59.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hmm-mmm!... Though I don't know what kind it was, I actually enjoyed the soup with quail eggs for lunch today.  Quail eggs...  My appetite is back.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/105954143976909668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/105954143976909668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlmk.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105954143976909668' title=''/><author><name>Sabbatical Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03927671311801638719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RItIQXyW4uo/THuNiqr5aZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/hvFcSnW2YW4/S220/lar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887565.post-105944708320586096</id><published>2003-07-29T10:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-29T10:55:42.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Back on My FeetLast Saturday night's news about the mutiny in Makati didn't have much impact on my sick and tired body.  Call me apathetic but I was more concerned about how to make myself well again.  Morning of Saturday, after being absent from work whole day of Friday because of a bad cold and fever, I happily told Jerry on the phone that I was glad to have finished some work on the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/105944708320586096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/105944708320586096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlmk.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105944708320586096' title=''/><author><name>Sabbatical Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03927671311801638719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RItIQXyW4uo/THuNiqr5aZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/hvFcSnW2YW4/S220/lar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887565.post-105902792873758458</id><published>2003-07-24T14:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-24T14:31:48.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Virus Alert!No Theme Thursday for me today, I'm in no mood to make an entry.  This week's theme wasn't all too inspiring.It was Matt's 10th birthday yesterday and we were all home early for two reasons: to celebrate with a good dinner and to monitor Kyle's condition.Kyle's fever reached 40.4 last night and I was darn worried if this temp continues, he will have to have his CBC test today to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/105902792873758458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/105902792873758458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlmk.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105902792873758458' title=''/><author><name>Sabbatical Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03927671311801638719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RItIQXyW4uo/THuNiqr5aZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/hvFcSnW2YW4/S220/lar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887565.post-105887902966268570</id><published>2003-07-22T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-22T21:14:58.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Black Eye and Fever   Kyle's black eye from last Saturday is gradually getting less swollen now.  However, Kyle had a slight fever today  that caused him to feel lethargic after his morning class.  On account of which, we decided to bring him home after lunch to rest.  He still has fever but he's right here beside me playing a short session of Warcraft on the computer.  In 10 minutes it's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/105887902966268570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/105887902966268570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlmk.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105887902966268570' title=''/><author><name>Sabbatical Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03927671311801638719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RItIQXyW4uo/THuNiqr5aZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/hvFcSnW2YW4/S220/lar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887565.post-105886746607032065</id><published>2003-07-22T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-22T20:57:17.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Unconscious MutteringsEntry for Week 24Wizard of Oz:: I don't recall having a story book on this one.Ford:: Ford Explorer.  It used to be part of our wish list but after major lifestyle changes, we realized we didn't want it anymore.  Long story.Wrinkles:: I'd rather call my wrinkles laugh lines than crow's feet.Extravagant:: Vain!Conventional:: Traditional, old-fashionedStewart:: Rod?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/105886746607032065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/105886746607032065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlmk.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105886746607032065' title=''/><author><name>Sabbatical Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03927671311801638719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RItIQXyW4uo/THuNiqr5aZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/hvFcSnW2YW4/S220/lar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887565.post-105880368146302897</id><published>2003-07-22T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-22T00:08:01.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Senseless ParanoiaFor some reason, I left my cellphone home.  It was only after our daily visit to the church that I realized what was amiss.  A day without my cellphone is like a fish out of the water, I get distracted and cease to function effectively.  When Jerry volunteered to drive back to get it, I refused and scolded myself silently for almost taking him on his offer.  I thought it was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/105880368146302897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/105880368146302897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlmk.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105880368146302897' title=''/><author><name>Sabbatical Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03927671311801638719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RItIQXyW4uo/THuNiqr5aZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/hvFcSnW2YW4/S220/lar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887565.post-105871358738368194</id><published>2003-07-20T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-21T00:12:31.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Swell WeekendThe weekend was swell for Kyle.  NOT!  It was more swollen than anything else.  He woke up Saturday morning worried why his right eye felt itchy and smaller than the left.  Some kind of insect bit him during the night we surmised.  It couldn't be a cockroach (yuck!) since the condo's property managers made it a point to fumigate regularly.  It could be a mosquito or an ant that got</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/105871358738368194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/105871358738368194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlmk.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105871358738368194' title=''/><author><name>Sabbatical Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03927671311801638719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RItIQXyW4uo/THuNiqr5aZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/hvFcSnW2YW4/S220/lar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887565.post-105860053322326447</id><published>2003-07-19T15:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-19T16:16:08.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>On Renovating and Plasma TVsThe carpenter came by the condo this morning to measure the spaces which Jerry and I agreed to renovate.  I was not too ready with the designs yet but we have a few ideas in mind.  We plan to make an entertainment cabinet out of the idle space directly fronting our bed.  Since it's not really that big, I guess we have to forego buying the plasma tv then (joke!).  I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/105860053322326447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/105860053322326447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlmk.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105860053322326447' title=''/><author><name>Sabbatical Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03927671311801638719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RItIQXyW4uo/THuNiqr5aZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/hvFcSnW2YW4/S220/lar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887565.post-105852183574775489</id><published>2003-07-18T17:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-18T17:59:51.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Subconscious Mutterings Entry for Week 23I say … and you think … ?Natalie:: Imbruglia in Johnny EnglishConcrete:: roads, pavementsAIDS:: deadly diseaseRubber hose:: coiledPaper clip:: plastic-coated, colored, big and smallRoute 66:: barSummer camp::  kids Coin purse:: leather, heavyOrion:: brand of ruler?Instigate::  synonym of coax?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/105852183574775489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/105852183574775489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlmk.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105852183574775489' title=''/><author><name>Sabbatical Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03927671311801638719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RItIQXyW4uo/THuNiqr5aZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/hvFcSnW2YW4/S220/lar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887565.post-105851707687451372</id><published>2003-07-18T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-18T16:43:18.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Photo Friday Entry:  IDENTITYNo further explanation is necessary.  These are only a few of the things that bear the imprint of my name and face.(taken using N7650)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/105851707687451372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/105851707687451372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlmk.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105851707687451372' title=''/><author><name>Sabbatical Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03927671311801638719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RItIQXyW4uo/THuNiqr5aZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/hvFcSnW2YW4/S220/lar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887565.post-105841496560385882</id><published>2003-07-17T12:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-17T12:54:57.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Theme Thursday Entry:  PAPERMonetary value of these bills is alarmingly decreasing. (The first paper thing that came to my mind for Theme Thursday then took it with N7650.) </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/105841496560385882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/105841496560385882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlmk.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105841496560385882' title=''/><author><name>Sabbatical Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03927671311801638719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RItIQXyW4uo/THuNiqr5aZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/hvFcSnW2YW4/S220/lar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887565.post-105837660671754685</id><published>2003-07-17T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-17T01:35:46.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Heed Your IntuitionPlayed driver to Matt and Kyle yesterday afternoon since Jerry was in a meeting and couldn't get them from school.  As I was getting ready, Matt texted me to ask what time I was fetching them.  I texted back that I was on my way.  Woe to me, heavy traffic and mild downpour dragged a normal 5-minute trip to over 15 minutes.  And I was getting anxious that the boys could </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/105837660671754685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3887565/posts/default/105837660671754685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlmk.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105837660671754685' title=''/><author><name>Sabbatical Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03927671311801638719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RItIQXyW4uo/THuNiqr5aZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/hvFcSnW2YW4/S220/lar.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
