<?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-2359085988852147514</id><updated>2012-02-11T15:10:21.180-08:00</updated><category term='Giveaways'/><category term='Suphanburi'/><category term='Dream World'/><category term='True love waits'/><category term='Digital Scrapbook software'/><category term='Gumamela'/><category term='matthew 6:29'/><category term='Wednesday Whites'/><category term='Suicide among children'/><category term='Changes in 2012'/><category term='Home made pancakes'/><category term='Nick Vujicic'/><category term='F'/><category term='Thoughts'/><category term='Scripture and Snapshot'/><category term='The Mall Bangkapi'/><category term='thailand flooding'/><category term='tea Talk'/><category term='Bethany Hamilton'/><category term='Thai language learning'/><category term='Family vacation'/><category term='Google page rank checker'/><category term='11th Anniversary'/><category term='Temporary Home'/><category term='Meme'/><category term='Christmas in Bangkok'/><category term='verse for those who worry'/><category term='Page rank'/><category term='Jamie Grace'/><category term='Facebook timeline'/><category term='finding hope in Jesus'/><category term='Laura Story'/><category term='Business opportunities'/><category term='Blessings'/><category term='Staying fit and healthy'/><category term='verse'/><category term='Being foreigners in a foreign land'/><category term='otterbox iPhone4'/><category term='Given Grace Cebanico'/><category term='Thailand'/><category term='Home for the elderly in Lopburi'/><category term='Bangkok'/><category term='flower photos'/><title type='text'>Pure thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'>my thoughts, hopes and dreams</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>purethoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934152157896603139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAKgDT6tUnw/TJjpMIjk6JI/AAAAAAAAANk/FXU7zZ747ic/S220/me+and+joey.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>282</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359085988852147514.post-2262704165783210544</id><published>2012-02-10T21:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T21:44:53.267-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>I am sure we had dreams as a child.  Our teachers would ask us what we wanted to be when we grew up.. and we answered something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you'd ask me what my answer was, well... it kept changing over the years.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to be a nun when I was a lot younger. Then it changed to becoming a banker (because when I was younger, only banks had air conditioning units and I was so fascinated by these ladies working in very cool offices, looking their best! LOL!).  Like any other girl, I also wanted to be a teacher. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in High School, I wanted to be a broadcaster/ disc jockey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also wanted to pursue theater arts at one point, then it shifted to going to Bible college.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh.  I never realized I was so pickle-minded until I wrote this post. Ha!  Pursuing a medical profession was never one of my options, but I remember being impressed at those nurses wearing dainty white uniforms pushing those &lt;a href="http://www.howard-medical.com/medcarts/"&gt;mobile computer carts&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I am happy with who I am now and I don't have regrets in life.  As for our kids, I just want them to pursue their dreams.  I am so ready to cheer them on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="213" src="http://www.apexslm.com/wp-content/upLoads/2011/07/people-from-different-professions.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;What did you want to be when you were little? (credits to google for the photo)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rayagreogorio.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/301/CCE19A4CDE5568A7DAA0C62356DAA1D5.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359085988852147514-2262704165783210544?l=www.rayagregorio.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/feeds/2262704165783210544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2359085988852147514&amp;postID=2262704165783210544&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/2262704165783210544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/2262704165783210544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/2012/02/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>purethoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934152157896603139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAKgDT6tUnw/TJjpMIjk6JI/AAAAAAAAANk/FXU7zZ747ic/S220/me+and+joey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359085988852147514.post-2441804907882710348</id><published>2012-02-06T18:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T18:59:28.259-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovin' the sun!</title><content type='html'>While people here in the tropics are so curious about how it is to have snow, people in the west fly here to enjoy the sun.  While most Asians buy whitening soaps and lotions hoping to have a fairer skin, Westerners would not mind being under the heat of the sun for hours just to get a good tan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="240" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/387718_2356370790047_1273553243_1994535_297524755_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tourists in Pattaya, Thailand loving the sun!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;I guess by nature people always want to have something they don't have, huh?&lt;br /&gt;For some who are desperate to get a tan and don't have the time or budget to go on a holiday, &lt;a href="http://www.thetanningstore.com/"&gt;sunless spray tan&lt;/a&gt; could work just as fine.  It would be great to have a gorgeous tan without having to spend that much on a trip, but the relaxation you get from a holiday, aside from the tan, would be something tourists would want more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rayagreogorio.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/301/CCE19A4CDE5568A7DAA0C62356DAA1D5.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359085988852147514-2441804907882710348?l=www.rayagregorio.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/feeds/2441804907882710348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2359085988852147514&amp;postID=2441804907882710348&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/2441804907882710348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/2441804907882710348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/2012/02/lovin-sun.html' title='Lovin&apos; the sun!'/><author><name>purethoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934152157896603139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAKgDT6tUnw/TJjpMIjk6JI/AAAAAAAAANk/FXU7zZ747ic/S220/me+and+joey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359085988852147514.post-5573710455841994539</id><published>2012-02-06T18:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T18:44:01.532-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hassle-free payments</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img height="132" src="http://bostinno.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/07/Paying-Bills.jpg" width="200" /&gt;It's hard to keep up with so many things in this very busy lifestyle.  Some people have to juggle their time between marriage, kids and work.  For others who have more than just one work, it would be doubly  tough, I'm sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the most challenging things about having multiple employments is that you won't have that much time to sort out your bills, and it would not be surprising that you can't pay them on time!  This is one of the reasons why  &lt;a href="http://www.thepaymentsauthority.org/"&gt;ach payments&lt;/a&gt; works so well for super busy people.  Ach takes care of payments-- on time, convenient, precise and hassle-free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you have to be so stressed out with your payments when ach can do it for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rayagreogorio.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/301/CCE19A4CDE5568A7DAA0C62356DAA1D5.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359085988852147514-5573710455841994539?l=www.rayagregorio.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/feeds/5573710455841994539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2359085988852147514&amp;postID=5573710455841994539&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/5573710455841994539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/5573710455841994539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/2012/02/hassle-free-payments.html' title='Hassle-free payments'/><author><name>purethoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934152157896603139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAKgDT6tUnw/TJjpMIjk6JI/AAAAAAAAANk/FXU7zZ747ic/S220/me+and+joey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359085988852147514.post-5397002570082445135</id><published>2012-02-02T06:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T06:19:36.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tea Talk: I survived a super busy week!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I am having &lt;/b&gt;a glass of carrot juice. &amp;nbsp;Like our host, I feel a bit sick so a healthy drink like this coupled with enough hours of sleep should make me feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am feeling&lt;/b&gt; so anxious these days because we have not found a house yet. &amp;nbsp;We were thinking if it would be a good idea to move in in a one room condo or not. &amp;nbsp;For now, the price is what we could afford but we are thinking about how this would affect our growing kids. &amp;nbsp;Just this afternoon I asked my hubby, "have we stopped believing that God will supply our needs?."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;On my mind &lt;/b&gt;are:&lt;br /&gt;-Our house transfer which will &amp;nbsp;be by the end of this month.&lt;br /&gt;-Hubby's ear infection has been bothering him a lot lately. &amp;nbsp;He is going to the doctor for a check up tomorrow so I hope he will feel better.&lt;br /&gt;-The household chores that are yet to be done: ironing, house cleaning and getting our house ready for some visitors over dinner tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;- Our reading in the Book of Romans that will &amp;nbsp;be discussed tomorrow in our team meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Ruth for hosting &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://celebratefriendship-ruth.blogspot.com/"&gt;TEA TALK&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rayagreogorio.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/301/CCE19A4CDE5568A7DAA0C62356DAA1D5.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359085988852147514-5397002570082445135?l=www.rayagregorio.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/feeds/5397002570082445135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2359085988852147514&amp;postID=5397002570082445135&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/5397002570082445135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/5397002570082445135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/2012/02/tea-talk-i-survived-super-busy-week.html' title='Tea Talk: I survived a super busy week!'/><author><name>purethoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934152157896603139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAKgDT6tUnw/TJjpMIjk6JI/AAAAAAAAANk/FXU7zZ747ic/S220/me+and+joey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359085988852147514.post-2291101018406846059</id><published>2012-02-01T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T00:01:09.782-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A trip to Terminal 21</title><content type='html'>Last weekend we had a fun trip to Terminal 21,the newest mall here in Bangkok.  I heard so much about this huge shopping center, so when we got there, I made sure we took photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="240" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/420375_374269052589454_100000190880523_1636242_1381684430_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our homeschoolers Ria and Naomi with their teacher, Belle, in the middle posing near "San Francisco bridge"&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;It was also Belle's birthday that day which made our trip special. &amp;nbsp;Terminal 21 featured lots of beautiful spots all over the world. &amp;nbsp;Each floor has like a "theme" or a featured spot in a particular country. &amp;nbsp;They also featured Japan, China, the Bahamas, and the Hollywood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We really had a blast with picture-taking and just going around the mall. &amp;nbsp;Lunch was great and so was dessert! &amp;nbsp;We did not see Cuba there, too. I would have wanted to see &lt;a href="http://www.cigarauctioneer.com/"&gt;cigar auctions&lt;/a&gt;! Haha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to take friends and family to Terminal 21 when they're in Bangkok. &amp;nbsp;I feel like the mall is so huge I was not able to explore everything yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rayagreogorio.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/301/CCE19A4CDE5568A7DAA0C62356DAA1D5.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359085988852147514-2291101018406846059?l=www.rayagregorio.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/feeds/2291101018406846059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2359085988852147514&amp;postID=2291101018406846059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/2291101018406846059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/2291101018406846059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/2012/02/trip-to-terminal-21.html' title='A trip to Terminal 21'/><author><name>purethoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934152157896603139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAKgDT6tUnw/TJjpMIjk6JI/AAAAAAAAANk/FXU7zZ747ic/S220/me+and+joey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359085988852147514.post-3847870272566376292</id><published>2012-01-30T05:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T05:05:26.527-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='verse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flower photos'/><title type='text'>The Lord is my strength</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="276" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/180126_1562468182978_1273553243_1270713_1106975_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This verse is very real to me right now... I am facing so many struggles it's hard to understand myself, the ways of the Lord, His thoughts and plans for us in this time of transition. &amp;nbsp;Instead of wallowing in my distress, self-pity and ask Him the questions I have in mind, I choose to trust His heart...His strength and His ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you are going through right now, choose to just lean on the strength of God. &amp;nbsp;He never fails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rayagreogorio.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/301/CCE19A4CDE5568A7DAA0C62356DAA1D5.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-image: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shared for: &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.gregdemcy.net/"&gt;BLOG PHOTO CHALLENGE 30/366&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359085988852147514-3847870272566376292?l=www.rayagregorio.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/feeds/3847870272566376292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2359085988852147514&amp;postID=3847870272566376292&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/3847870272566376292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/3847870272566376292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/2012/01/lord-is-my-strength.html' title='The Lord is my strength'/><author><name>purethoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934152157896603139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAKgDT6tUnw/TJjpMIjk6JI/AAAAAAAAANk/FXU7zZ747ic/S220/me+and+joey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359085988852147514.post-2337858389679059243</id><published>2012-01-30T04:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T04:54:27.617-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love for laughter</title><content type='html'>I love to laugh-- but I can't remember when the last time I just enjoyed a hearty laughter. &amp;nbsp;I should watch one of those videos of "Just for laughs" soon... or better yet, watch a funny movie to make the laughing time even longer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids love to search "Just for laugh gags" on youtube. If they find a clip very funny, they would play it over and over again... and laugh as if they've seen the clip for the first time. &amp;nbsp;I am so like that, too so many times I join in the laughing session. &amp;nbsp;Hubby, on the other hand, is not that much of a humorous person so he finds this "replay" thing ridiculous. &amp;nbsp;I love laughing at &lt;a href="http://www.foulmouthshirts.com/funny-t-shirts/"&gt;funny tee shirts&lt;/a&gt; too, except that in Thailand, it's hard to read funny prints written in Thai.  I mean I could Thai script, but it takes time to fully understand another culture's humor, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Regarding "Just for laugh" videos, here is one of our favorites. &amp;nbsp;Enjoy a hearty laugh, everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/PRngQXr6dNc" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rayagreogorio.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/301/CCE19A4CDE5568A7DAA0C62356DAA1D5.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359085988852147514-2337858389679059243?l=www.rayagregorio.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/feeds/2337858389679059243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2359085988852147514&amp;postID=2337858389679059243&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/2337858389679059243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/2337858389679059243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/2012/01/love-for-laughter.html' title='Love for laughter'/><author><name>purethoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934152157896603139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAKgDT6tUnw/TJjpMIjk6JI/AAAAAAAAANk/FXU7zZ747ic/S220/me+and+joey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/PRngQXr6dNc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359085988852147514.post-1399322391712612594</id><published>2012-01-19T03:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T03:50:42.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee with friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img height="240" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/403704_2504538414145_1273553243_2062593_128652905_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a &lt;b&gt;cup of coffee&lt;/b&gt; with our teammates this afternoon. &amp;nbsp;We had a good time teaching sixth graders at school, and then we went to the learning center to transfer some things from the 3rd to the 2nd floor-- the fridge had to come down, so did that heavy cupboard and some materials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things from the second floor had to go up, too... so we were a bit tired after. &amp;nbsp;This cup of coffee woke us up and it was fulfilling to see our center's new look. &amp;nbsp;It was not really a major makeover, but we are making it a goal to make it more presentable. &amp;nbsp;We have visitors coming next month, and our summer classes are something the kids in the community look forward to. It would be summertime before we'd even know it, so it's always good to prepare ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am feeling&lt;/b&gt; tired, so I am looking forward to the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;On my mind&lt;/b&gt; are still our house transfer at the end of next month. &amp;nbsp;Many times I would feel nostalgic about leaving this place-- the kids really loved staying in this house but some things just have to be sacrificed. &amp;nbsp;At the same time, I know that God is taking very good care of us and He is preparing that house. &amp;nbsp;He knows what's best so we could always trust His heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHARED FOR: &amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://celebratefriendship-ruth.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tea Talk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (thank you, Ruth for hosting this meme)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rayagreogorio.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/301/CCE19A4CDE5568A7DAA0C62356DAA1D5.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359085988852147514-1399322391712612594?l=www.rayagregorio.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/feeds/1399322391712612594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2359085988852147514&amp;postID=1399322391712612594&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/1399322391712612594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/1399322391712612594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/2012/01/coffee-with-friends.html' title='Coffee with friends'/><author><name>purethoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934152157896603139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAKgDT6tUnw/TJjpMIjk6JI/AAAAAAAAANk/FXU7zZ747ic/S220/me+and+joey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359085988852147514.post-6044286371079240931</id><published>2012-01-17T23:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T06:00:11.518-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img height="320" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/16131_1163415086900_1273553243_414348_384786_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this fast-paced world where sleep is a commodity not everyone can have, a good afternoon nap and  getting enough hours of sleep at night are great blessings.  I can't help but be &amp;nbsp;amused at our kids' ability to sleep anywhere-- on the floor, on a couch, or when they were a lot younger, they could even sleep while eating dinner! &amp;nbsp;Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't this photo of them cute? &amp;nbsp;This was taken at a taxi in Manila before we came to Thailand. &amp;nbsp;Both Ria and Roi love to sleep while on a trip, so they don't have trouble with being seasick or being cranky while on the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also love the fact that they can just sleep on a couch or on the carpet for their afternoon naps. &amp;nbsp;And the best part? &amp;nbsp;Even if they have napped in the afternoon, they don't have trouble sleeping at night. &amp;nbsp;Isn't it great? &amp;nbsp;That's so unlike me. &amp;nbsp;If I have too much coffee during the day or have enjoyed a nap, I think I would need a &lt;a href="http://www.dreamessentials.com/category-7/white-noise-and-sound-machines"&gt;white noise machine&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;to lull me to sleep at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it just me or is this part of ageing? &amp;nbsp;Don't you just wish we'd enjoy sleep like the kids do? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rayagreogorio.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/301/CCE19A4CDE5568A7DAA0C62356DAA1D5.png" style="background: transparent; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img height="361" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/281609_1924886723215_1273553243_1720890_992406_n.jpg" style="text-align: center;" width="400" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;I am feeling like I am so overwhelmed with our needs these days. &amp;nbsp;But this verse is a perfect reminder of how faithful God is to provide what we need, even more than what we could ever ask for or imagine. &amp;nbsp;I took this photo outside of a hospital one time. &amp;nbsp;It's unedited, except for the watermark and the verse I incorporated with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If God created flowers as beautiful as these and provided them with such vibrant colors, surely He is able to take care of us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rayagreogorio.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/301/CCE19A4CDE5568A7DAA0C62356DAA1D5.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-image: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shared for: &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.gregdemcy.net/"&gt;BLOG PHOTO CHALLENGE 16/366&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359085988852147514-6944365440559348809?l=www.rayagregorio.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/feeds/6944365440559348809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2359085988852147514&amp;postID=6944365440559348809&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/6944365440559348809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/6944365440559348809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/2012/01/me-of-little-faith.html' title='Me, of little faith'/><author><name>purethoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934152157896603139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAKgDT6tUnw/TJjpMIjk6JI/AAAAAAAAANk/FXU7zZ747ic/S220/me+and+joey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359085988852147514.post-332286858734346076</id><published>2012-01-09T05:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T08:43:24.685-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Facebook timeline'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Changes in 2012'/><title type='text'>Ch-cha-changes!</title><content type='html'>I have a confession. I am not very good at changes. &amp;nbsp;The certified Sanguine, happy-go-lucky me should not have any trouble with adopting to new things, but maybe I am one of the exceptions. &amp;nbsp;Well, I don't find it hard to start a conversation or make friends everyday if I have to, so ... I can't quite explain what I am trying to say, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For one, I have complained countless times about the changes in facebook. Maybe it's because I am not that techie so I am quite slow in learning how things work-- and they upgrade it before I could even fully enjoy the features I just learned. &amp;nbsp;So maybe that makes more sense, eh? &amp;nbsp;But really, I complained about facebook changes &lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: x-small;"&gt;but for the record, I was not one of those who wanted to sue Mark Zuckerberg or anything like that--LOL&lt;/span&gt; but somehow I managed to adopt to the new features and did not even get bothered by them in no time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, the sidebar that was filled with newsfeeds of friends' statuses and comments bothered me for a day or two but soon enough I forgot that they were there in no time. &amp;nbsp;And now, here comes timeline. &amp;nbsp;Gosh, just by the look of it, I am disliking it. If you'd ask me why, I don't know. &amp;nbsp;I mean, I already told you. &amp;nbsp;I don't like complications. &amp;nbsp;I am not good at changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somehow changes are inevitable. &amp;nbsp;Changes are here to come, as soon as the sun rises tomorrow. &amp;nbsp;Today is the first day of 2012. I wonder how many changes in my life have to take part in my life this year? &amp;nbsp;How many things precious to me do I have to let go? &amp;nbsp;How many new things do I have to embrace? &amp;nbsp;How many friends do I have to say goodbye to? &amp;nbsp;How many friends will I have in 12 months? &amp;nbsp;How many times do I have to pack up and unpack?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only God knows... and I have no choice but to brace myself for them. Sharing with you this song "You Lead" by Jamie Grace.  I may not be good at changes, but if they are from God, I am assured that He leads me to change for the better.  And for that, I am assured.  I can rest well tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/JFmSzL2ppvg" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359085988852147514-332286858734346076?l=www.rayagregorio.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/feeds/332286858734346076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2359085988852147514&amp;postID=332286858734346076&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/332286858734346076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/332286858734346076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/2012/01/ch-cha-changes.html' title='Ch-cha-changes!'/><author><name>purethoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934152157896603139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAKgDT6tUnw/TJjpMIjk6JI/AAAAAAAAANk/FXU7zZ747ic/S220/me+and+joey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/JFmSzL2ppvg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359085988852147514.post-4192524930524613369</id><published>2012-01-09T05:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T08:44:17.614-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exploring Bangkok</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is going to be our third year in Bangkok and we are so pleased at how we have adjusted well to city living-- the rush and the terrible traffic included. &amp;nbsp;Well, there is no place like home, they say so I would be lying if I'd say I am not missing the laid back lifestyle in the countryside. &amp;nbsp;Once in a while I just long for the peace and quiet, and the cool breeze of home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So much has happened in the last two years-- it's impossible to blog about all of them but for sure, one of the highlights would be that Joey has been driving already! No, not our car yet but still... to be driving in Bangkok is quite an achievement. I have been driving longer than Joey, but I just can't find the courage to drive in this bustling city. Not only do I have the struggle with traffic, but honestly, I am not that good in directions so... it's quite risky, eh?  Unless of course I have one of those &lt;a href="http://www.thesource.ca/estore/category.aspx?language=en-CA&amp;amp;catalog=Online&amp;amp;category=GPS+Systems"&gt;magellan gps&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is driving going to be one of my goals for 2012? Let's just see how this goes. I really don't know for now.  Oh, by the way, I should get that Thai driver's license first! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="180" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/250279_2326178153588_1223683606_2841718_3251773_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 13px; text-align: center;"&gt;The city of Bangkok bustling at night. &amp;nbsp;This photo was taken from Baiyoke Tower's 84th floor&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rayagreogorio.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/301/CCE19A4CDE5568A7DAA0C62356DAA1D5.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-image: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359085988852147514-4192524930524613369?l=www.rayagregorio.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/feeds/4192524930524613369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2359085988852147514&amp;postID=4192524930524613369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/4192524930524613369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/4192524930524613369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/2012/01/exploring-bangkok.html' title='Exploring Bangkok'/><author><name>purethoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934152157896603139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAKgDT6tUnw/TJjpMIjk6JI/AAAAAAAAANk/FXU7zZ747ic/S220/me+and+joey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359085988852147514.post-2534549622944500930</id><published>2012-01-05T09:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T09:55:37.581-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A faith journey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hZksNPmkuvs/TwXf88GJ__I/AAAAAAAABUc/TZ5jQQoXjLY/s1600/DSC03329.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hZksNPmkuvs/TwXf88GJ__I/AAAAAAAABUc/TZ5jQQoXjLY/s320/DSC03329.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;I had&lt;/b&gt; this fruit salad with cream for dessert tonight. It was such a long day at work and I just got so drained with the heat and lack of sleep for two nights.&amp;nbsp;So this salad was a perfect treat for the family after dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am feeling&lt;/b&gt; rested after a 4-hour nap! &amp;nbsp;We taught at two schools today and Bangkok is back to its hot and humid state. &amp;nbsp;I so miss the cold season! &amp;nbsp;Too bad it was short-lived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;On my mind&lt;/b&gt; are our house transfer that will take place in more than a month. &amp;nbsp;I have talked with the owner of this house we are renting now and informed her of our plans. &amp;nbsp;We all feel nostalgic about leaving &amp;nbsp;this house which we called home for almost a year now, but I guess it is too impractical to keep it for another year. &amp;nbsp;The thought of packing up, unpacking and house hunting drains me, so I'd rather not think about those things just about yet. &amp;nbsp;My heart is also filled with thanksgiving to God for His timely provision for our needs over the last few days. &amp;nbsp;We just paid our work permit, house rent and the bills. &amp;nbsp;I get so relieved everytime this happens, and I have to remind myself not to worry to much because God has never failed us from the very start. &amp;nbsp;Our journey here in Thailand has always been a journey of faith. &amp;nbsp;It will always be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rayagreogorio.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/301/CCE19A4CDE5568A7DAA0C62356DAA1D5.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shared for: &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.celebratefriendship-ruth.blogspot.com/"&gt;TEA TALK&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359085988852147514-2534549622944500930?l=www.rayagregorio.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/feeds/2534549622944500930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2359085988852147514&amp;postID=2534549622944500930&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/2534549622944500930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/2534549622944500930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/2012/01/exciting-year.html' title='A faith journey'/><author><name>purethoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934152157896603139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAKgDT6tUnw/TJjpMIjk6JI/AAAAAAAAANk/FXU7zZ747ic/S220/me+and+joey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hZksNPmkuvs/TwXf88GJ__I/AAAAAAAABUc/TZ5jQQoXjLY/s72-c/DSC03329.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359085988852147514.post-8883894354634799264</id><published>2011-12-25T07:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T08:15:51.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The essence of Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;I would have to say this Christmas has been very different from last year's. Perhaps the greatest blessing we have as a family this year was when the kids rejoined us here in Thailand sometime April this year.  Being away from them for 10 longs months was like forever.  I remember how I cried buckets of tears a year ago today.  I was missing our little ones so much! &amp;nbsp;All I wanted that day was just to see and hug them... and then things could be back to normal again. &amp;nbsp;That, of course, did not happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="240" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/164782_1521072788119_1273553243_1184528_170679_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A year ago today, Joey and I were in LopBuri for our Thai studies. &amp;nbsp;After a hearty Christmas breakfast with co-learners, we sang Christmas carols in preparation for an event that evening. &amp;nbsp;I was in tears while singing those songs. &amp;nbsp;Christmas was never the same without the two loves of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;This year, I was missing our family back in the Philippines. &amp;nbsp;Unlike last year, there were so many Christmas wishes posted on our facebook wall. &amp;nbsp;We felt very well thought of, and it felt good. &amp;nbsp;Now, although the kids are with us, we felt... alone. &amp;nbsp;At least I feel that way.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;But just before I could even complain, I learned that my sister and father, along with many other volunteers, went to Iligan and Cagayan de Oro City to extend help to those who have lost their homes and families to the recent typhoon that plagued the two cities. &amp;nbsp;I felt ashamed. &amp;nbsp;How could I ever complain when the Lord has blessed us so much? &amp;nbsp;We have the kids. &amp;nbsp;We are surrounded by friends, we have enough food to eat a decent meal three times a day. &amp;nbsp;Just before I could complain about not being able to remember the last time I ever bought brand new jeans and shoes (that's because I am so much into pre-owned items, for practicality sake--Ha!) I thought about a thousand lives perish in the flooding I mentioned earlier. I thought about families who lost their loved ones. &amp;nbsp;Friends whose homes were literally washed out. &amp;nbsp;There stood their Christmas trees, their clothes, everything they had founded over years of hard work. &amp;nbsp;I thought about parents who lost their kids. &amp;nbsp;Some not just one but three... four or more. &amp;nbsp;Children who lost their parents. &amp;nbsp;People who, up 'til now tirelessly search for their loved ones as they are nowhere to be found.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Just before I could even rant about not being able to "feel" the Christmas spirit in this land where Christmas is all about Santa Claus, about missing those seemingly endless parties we have in our home country, about missing the family reunion for the third time this year, I thought about the millions of people all over the world who have never even heard of the name "Jesus", let alone celebrate Christmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;What right do I have to rant about petty things? &amp;nbsp;God is good. &amp;nbsp;He remains to be so. &amp;nbsp;I thought, when I think so much of myself, then there will never be any room for praise. &amp;nbsp;When I think about my rights, then I would never be able to worship the God who is the very reason why we celebrate Christmas in the first place. &amp;nbsp;I have to remind myself, lest I forget, that Christmas is not about receiving. &amp;nbsp;It is about giving. &amp;nbsp;It is not about me. &amp;nbsp;It has never been, and will never be. &amp;nbsp;Jesus is the reason for Christmas. &amp;nbsp;He is all that this hurting humanity &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(with or without the flooding) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;needs. &amp;nbsp;It is time for me to stop the pity party and start to be a blessing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/VyR0lwO-nXc" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Merry Christmas, world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharing with you this very special song I found in youtube. Christmas is not about the presents, it's not about the feeling one should have during this season. It is about the Cross. It's about my sin, that led the Father God to give His one and only Son so that you and I could have life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rayagreogorio.com/" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/301/CCE19A4CDE5568A7DAA0C62356DAA1D5.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-image: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359085988852147514-8883894354634799264?l=www.rayagregorio.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/feeds/8883894354634799264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2359085988852147514&amp;postID=8883894354634799264&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/8883894354634799264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/8883894354634799264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/2011/12/essence-of-christmas.html' title='The essence of Christmas'/><author><name>purethoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934152157896603139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAKgDT6tUnw/TJjpMIjk6JI/AAAAAAAAANk/FXU7zZ747ic/S220/me+and+joey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/VyR0lwO-nXc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359085988852147514.post-2003375894212070554</id><published>2011-12-22T06:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T06:44:01.345-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='11th Anniversary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tea Talk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wednesday Whites'/><title type='text'>We're 11!</title><content type='html'>Joey and I had a date yesterday in celebration of our 11th wedding anniversary. &amp;nbsp;Thanks to (Ate) &lt;a href="http://dailydivine247.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ruth &lt;/a&gt;and family who took care of the kids while we went out for dinner and movies. &amp;nbsp;I am sharing with you what we had for dinner last night. &amp;nbsp;Initially we wanted to eat out at a fancy restaurant but we decided that we'd rather eat at KFC and then watch a movie after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had fish burger, fries and some salad for dinner. &amp;nbsp;It was a great feeling that I am still dating with my man after all these years. &amp;nbsp;So many couples do not make it to their 11th anniversaries. &amp;nbsp;Marriage is not easy and it takes commitment to stay strong as a couple. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-93vVCvotbtg/TvM95w7Z9hI/AAAAAAAABUA/ChmzxJgbDrc/s1600/DSC03165.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-93vVCvotbtg/TvM95w7Z9hI/AAAAAAAABUA/ChmzxJgbDrc/s400/DSC03165.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dinner!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vm5WLhcRMW8/TvM-Gfq_YYI/AAAAAAAABUI/mjE3_0xi3Dk/s1600/DSC03168.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vm5WLhcRMW8/TvM-Gfq_YYI/AAAAAAAABUI/mjE3_0xi3Dk/s400/DSC03168.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Trying to make an "11" with our fries&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oKukxkY5dmk/TvM-Ttc0y0I/AAAAAAAABUQ/XeC72TVJPfA/s1600/DSC03170.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oKukxkY5dmk/TvM-Ttc0y0I/AAAAAAAABUQ/XeC72TVJPfA/s400/DSC03170.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our movie tickets. &amp;nbsp;It's our first time to choose a VIP ticket. We got to sit on a couch for two, with free drinks. &amp;nbsp;:)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;b&gt;On my mind &lt;/b&gt;are thoughts of gratitude for having Joey for a husband. &amp;nbsp;He is such a precious gift, and I am so grateful that we are in this journey together. Looking forward to many more anniversaries!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I also feel so excited&lt;/b&gt; about an upcoming program at a school where we volunteer teach at. &amp;nbsp;This Saturday, we will be sharing the Christmas story with them! &amp;nbsp;This is one opportunity that we have been waiting for. Christmas is an opportune time to bless those who have yet to know Christ in this land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shared for: &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://celebratefriendship-ruth.blogspot.com/"&gt;TEA TALK&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.colorsandcontrasts.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i1123.photobucket.com/albums/l550/mommyrubz/ww3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rayagreogorio.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/301/CCE19A4CDE5568A7DAA0C62356DAA1D5.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359085988852147514-2003375894212070554?l=www.rayagregorio.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/feeds/2003375894212070554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2359085988852147514&amp;postID=2003375894212070554&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/2003375894212070554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/2003375894212070554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/2011/12/were-11.html' title='We&apos;re 11!'/><author><name>purethoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934152157896603139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAKgDT6tUnw/TJjpMIjk6JI/AAAAAAAAANk/FXU7zZ747ic/S220/me+and+joey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-93vVCvotbtg/TvM95w7Z9hI/AAAAAAAABUA/ChmzxJgbDrc/s72-c/DSC03165.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359085988852147514.post-4206090363343291758</id><published>2011-12-22T05:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T07:59:05.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our wedding video</title><content type='html'>Hubby wanted to make a "tradition" of watching our wedding video together during anniversary year after year.  So that's what happened yesterday.  I was awakened to a familiar sound and I could hear giggles from the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodness me, this wedding video is becoming a comedy film! LOL.  It's because so many things have changed in 11 years.  I looked so thin, my make up was really a disaster... plus the way they did the video at that time is just... FUNNY.  Well, that's because we did not have that much technological advancements like we have now. &amp;nbsp;I can't help but look back to how I felt that day. &amp;nbsp;I was a bit stressed during the wedding (and what bride would not be?) because I was very hands on during the preparations. &amp;nbsp;My High School best friends and I did the giveaways, I took care of the program, chose the songs, made the dance steps for the dancers, etc... I did not cook the food for the reception, OK? haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I just ordered some beautiful wedding giveaways from &lt;a href="http://www.personalcreations.com/"&gt;Personal Creations&lt;/a&gt;-- it would have relieved me of extra stress. &amp;nbsp;Maybe for our 20th wedding anniversary, we will. &amp;nbsp;11 down, 9 more to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rayagreogorio.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/301/CCE19A4CDE5568A7DAA0C62356DAA1D5.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359085988852147514-4206090363343291758?l=www.rayagregorio.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/feeds/4206090363343291758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2359085988852147514&amp;postID=4206090363343291758&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/4206090363343291758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/4206090363343291758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/2011/12/our-wedding-video.html' title='Our wedding video'/><author><name>purethoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934152157896603139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAKgDT6tUnw/TJjpMIjk6JI/AAAAAAAAANk/FXU7zZ747ic/S220/me+and+joey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359085988852147514.post-4789490056713201287</id><published>2011-12-15T03:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T03:42:29.134-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Excited to hit the beach!</title><content type='html'>This is what I had for breakfast yesterday-- &lt;b&gt;Mc Donald's porridge&lt;/b&gt;. &amp;nbsp;This is one of my comfort foods, especially that it's really cold in Bangkok these days. &amp;nbsp;Yesterday I was so much in a hurry to assist our homeschoolers in their class, I was not able to eat breakfast. &amp;nbsp;So this is what I had on my way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am feeling &lt;/b&gt;so excited about our trip to the beach tomorrow. I have been day dreaming about going to the beach for months now, so I can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-54NM1EUA978/TunaiSbOkqI/AAAAAAAABTo/bNxBDzf93gA/s1600/DSC02885.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-54NM1EUA978/TunaiSbOkqI/AAAAAAAABTo/bNxBDzf93gA/s400/DSC02885.JPG" width="400" /&gt;I&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Lately we have been so busy with new projects in the foundation where me and my husband work, plus we had been busy making fridge magnets and bookmarks for sale. &amp;nbsp;We praise God for the orders we have had, and are looking forward to more. This is really God's provision for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;On my mind&lt;/b&gt; are the things that I need to pack up. &amp;nbsp;I am so-oo excited, but not so ready! I am also thinking about hubby who is a little bit under the weather today, and praying that he will be better tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also filled with thanksgiving to the Lord for the success of our class at a local school nearby where we teach English for free. &amp;nbsp;The kids are all lovely and very enthusiastic. &amp;nbsp;Before we had a class, the school principal told us that most of the kids that study in that school are from broken homes, with parents who are either divorced or in prison. Our hearts were filled with compassion for these precious little ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TcECXkci6ec/Tunc5Dbqc_I/AAAAAAAABTw/8kXIlsaz9pw/s1600/DSC02894.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TcECXkci6ec/Tunc5Dbqc_I/AAAAAAAABTw/8kXIlsaz9pw/s400/DSC02894.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Precious, aren't they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shared for: &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://celebratefriendship-ruth.blogspot.com/"&gt;TEA TALK&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rayagreogorio.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/301/CCE19A4CDE5568A7DAA0C62356DAA1D5.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359085988852147514-4789490056713201287?l=www.rayagregorio.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/feeds/4789490056713201287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2359085988852147514&amp;postID=4789490056713201287&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/4789490056713201287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/4789490056713201287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/2011/12/excited-to-hit-beach.html' title='Excited to hit the beach!'/><author><name>purethoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934152157896603139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAKgDT6tUnw/TJjpMIjk6JI/AAAAAAAAANk/FXU7zZ747ic/S220/me+and+joey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-54NM1EUA978/TunaiSbOkqI/AAAAAAAABTo/bNxBDzf93gA/s72-c/DSC02885.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359085988852147514.post-2895833870211269768</id><published>2011-12-15T03:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T03:27:00.909-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A year of travels</title><content type='html'>&lt;img height="103" src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTHFG1YO_Cq2Y8I-nfNsF9JUm9uVg61tQszNzraiBIgxIP8uTRJxA" width="200" /&gt;We will be going to the beach tomorrow. Yes, &lt;b&gt;tomorrow! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;We deserve this long-awaited break! Woohoo!  The kids have already packed their swimming gears up... which reminds me, I should do that as soon as I am done with my chores and online tasks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so grateful for this year.  We have not been traveling much, except for hubby who has gone home to the Philippines for some medical treatment for two short weeks.  I am hoping that next year will be a year of travels. We have been talking with our team mates about doing some trips to promote what we do here in Thailand.  It sounds exciting, but we have to pray for provision for that.  The airfare these days really cost a fortune, unless we are quick enough to book for tickets when there is a sale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby and I are really think that it would be a good idea that we looked into insurance plans and rates, with their &lt;a href="http://www.wholesaleinsurance.net/annuities/"&gt;annuity rates&lt;/a&gt;.  If 2012 is really going to be a year of travels, then we should be prepared about getting our family protected as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rayagreogorio.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/301/CCE19A4CDE5568A7DAA0C62356DAA1D5.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359085988852147514-2895833870211269768?l=www.rayagregorio.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/feeds/2895833870211269768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2359085988852147514&amp;postID=2895833870211269768&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/2895833870211269768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/2895833870211269768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/2011/12/year-of-travels.html' title='A year of travels'/><author><name>purethoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934152157896603139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAKgDT6tUnw/TJjpMIjk6JI/AAAAAAAAANk/FXU7zZ747ic/S220/me+and+joey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359085988852147514.post-410479217777509974</id><published>2011-11-30T09:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T09:48:27.831-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roi, the little drummer boy</title><content type='html'>We knew our kids would be musical right from the start. &amp;nbsp;It's because hubby is a musician, while I am an aspiring singer-- LOL! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When our Roi was about 2 years old he would blow the recorder and make a very eerie sound, but we did not stop him from doing it. I guess the best way to build up an aspiring musician would be to support him all the way, even if he doesn't sound that good at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="240" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/28218_1281853607789_1273553243_670960_1771407_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="240" src="https://fbcdn-photos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/28218_1281853527787_1273553243_670959_7870643_a.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Roi proudly making music!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="300" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/28218_1282504304056_1273553243_673607_4230551_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Trying to play some percussion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img height="300" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/28218_1282505464085_1273553243_673610_4942980_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;So you can imagine how happy he was when he finally got to "play " real drums!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He always wanted to play  &lt;a href="http://www.musiciansfriend.com/drums-percussion"&gt;drums&lt;/a&gt;, and I would not be surprised that our boy would be one brilliant drummer someday!  By the way, did I mention that our girl plays the violin?  I have a post about her in my other &lt;a href="http://www.ourhomeandhaven.info/my-little-violin-girl/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359085988852147514-410479217777509974?l=www.rayagregorio.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/feeds/410479217777509974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2359085988852147514&amp;postID=410479217777509974&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/410479217777509974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/410479217777509974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/2011/11/roi-little-drummer-boy.html' title='Roi, the little drummer boy'/><author><name>purethoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934152157896603139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAKgDT6tUnw/TJjpMIjk6JI/AAAAAAAAANk/FXU7zZ747ic/S220/me+and+joey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359085988852147514.post-7486336559666183537</id><published>2011-11-29T06:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T09:20:09.455-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bethany Hamilton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nick Vujicic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finding hope in Jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Suicide among children'/><title type='text'>Jesus, our only hope</title><content type='html'>It breaks my heart to read about these kids committing suicide. There was a week that news like these made it to the yahoo headlines. What do 10-year olds know? I have a 10-year old daughter myself and as a mom, I could not imagine losing a 10-year old just because someone bullied her in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ab1naUXN1hY/Ts-ko3EHBbI/AAAAAAAABTc/UgJVAH28CSs/s1600/ashlynnmain.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ab1naUXN1hY/Ts-ko3EHBbI/AAAAAAAABTc/UgJVAH28CSs/s1600/ashlynnmain.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ashlynn Conner, a girl with a beautiful smile from Central Illinois confided to her mom that she was bullied at school and begged to be homeschooled. &amp;nbsp;The following day, she was found hanging by a scarf, dead.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pb4XwktVl2M/Ts-j5mC_EuI/AAAAAAAABTU/9ESHcshX7UA/s1600/214134-jasmine1-220x165.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pb4XwktVl2M/Ts-j5mC_EuI/AAAAAAAABTU/9ESHcshX7UA/s1600/214134-jasmine1-220x165.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jasmine Mc Lain, a 10-year old hanged himself after repeatedly being bullied in school&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Imagine these two incidents happened in two days: Ashlynn died on November 15, Jasmine on the 16th. &amp;nbsp;Is the world becoming really this hopeless? &amp;nbsp;What happened to family who would be there for their kids when things like bullying happen? &amp;nbsp;What happened to the assurance children get when they feel bad or ugly about themselves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The world could be cruel. &amp;nbsp;The world is cruel. That is certain. &amp;nbsp;The bad news is, we could not be overprotective of our children to the point of shielding them too much of what is going on out there. &amp;nbsp;Our kids are homeschooled, not because we want to be overprotective of them but because we are left with no options here in Thailand. &amp;nbsp;The cost of education is unbelievably expensive, there is no way we could ever afford it. &amp;nbsp;But pretty soon, our kids will be in the university. &amp;nbsp;There is a real world out there. &amp;nbsp;They are going to be hurt. &amp;nbsp;But the good news is, we could inculcate in them their identity in Jesus. &amp;nbsp;God sees them as precious. &amp;nbsp;They would not be the most beautiful of handsome kids in the world, but there is no one in this world of 6 billion people look exactly like them. &amp;nbsp;They are masterpieces. &amp;nbsp;They are loved, desired and cared for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I think about these kids who took their lives, I cannot help but think about two people-- now adults but have been kids and teen agers themselves who survived bullying-- "survived" is an understatement, actually. &amp;nbsp;They saw themselves as precious, despite their physical deformities. &amp;nbsp;They have impacted the world. &amp;nbsp;Suicide has not entered their minds. &amp;nbsp;They saw their incapacity with a different light and perspective.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ePFKksD0XkQ" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bethany Hamilton, a young surfer preparing for a major surfing competition when she was 13 was attacked by a shark, cutting off her right arm. &amp;nbsp;But despite all odds, she was able to surf again, compete, and even went the extra mile of serving others in need. &amp;nbsp;She won awards for her courage, and for her being an inspiration to millions of people, both young and old across the globe.  A movie entitled "Soul surfer" is made to tell the world her amazing story. The movie stars Dennis Quaid and  Helen Hunt, with  Annasophia Robb as Bethany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/SjbX6mDnMwM" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Nick Vujicic-- no arms and legs since birth.  Born to a devout Christian family, Nick saw God's purpose for his life.  He travels across the globe to bring inspiration to this generation who desperately need HOPE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know some people would be uncomfortable when they see the name Jesus being associated with posts like this, but the honest truth is that Jesus, the Hope of the World is what Bethany and Nick have in common.  No matter how the world tries to find hope in being strong by depending on your own capability and strength, we could not deny the fact and the Truth that Jesus is our hope giver.  He gives, and is the reason for life itself.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's bring Him to our schools, our homes, our families.  He is all that we need in this broken and hopeless world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--photos from google&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rayagreogorio.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/301/CCE19A4CDE5568A7DAA0C62356DAA1D5.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359085988852147514-7486336559666183537?l=www.rayagregorio.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/feeds/7486336559666183537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2359085988852147514&amp;postID=7486336559666183537&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/7486336559666183537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/7486336559666183537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/2011/11/jesus-our-only-hope.html' title='Jesus, our only hope'/><author><name>purethoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934152157896603139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAKgDT6tUnw/TJjpMIjk6JI/AAAAAAAAANk/FXU7zZ747ic/S220/me+and+joey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ab1naUXN1hY/Ts-ko3EHBbI/AAAAAAAABTc/UgJVAH28CSs/s72-c/ashlynnmain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359085988852147514.post-5095395961267390320</id><published>2011-11-28T09:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T09:19:41.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you joining the exodus?</title><content type='html'>Day after day thousands of people from our home country board on planes in search for "greener pastures" in other countries.  I have so many relatives and friends who work in different countries across the globe and always, they have amazing stories to tell-- some happy, some are  quite sad.  Just yesterday I had a good friend board that international flight to the US. I will be missing her so much, but this seem necessary for now. There are actually lots of job opportunities abroad.  I have a good friend who works as a plumber in Australia, I have lots of friend nurses working in the UK and in the US... and so many who work as &lt;a href="http://www.healthcarejobsite.com/jobsearch/healthcare/healthcare-aides/default.asp?job=medical+assistant"&gt;Medical Assistant Jobs&lt;/a&gt; all over the world.  I have learned that every training that we have undergone or every skill that we have could actually be useful, so it is important to have at least a degree or a special skill so that it would not be hard to look for a job when the time comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, this is like an exodus going on everyday.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="232" src="http://www.miratelinc.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/06/crowd-of-people.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;How about you? Are you planning to join the exodus?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359085988852147514-5095395961267390320?l=www.rayagregorio.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/feeds/5095395961267390320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2359085988852147514&amp;postID=5095395961267390320&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/5095395961267390320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/5095395961267390320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/2011/11/are-you-joining-exodus.html' title='Are you joining the exodus?'/><author><name>purethoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934152157896603139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAKgDT6tUnw/TJjpMIjk6JI/AAAAAAAAANk/FXU7zZ747ic/S220/me+and+joey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359085988852147514.post-5539726371946974332</id><published>2011-11-24T00:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T00:55:44.032-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A treasured friendship</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I just had coffee with my hubby after lunch.  It's a hot day in Bangkok, I should drink lots of water.  I feel like I am sleepy all the time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My thoughts are on Hazel, my bestfriend during our Elementary years.  During High School, we did not belong to the same section but that did not keep us from being close.  She went to another city for university, but we still met up with our High School buddies everytime we had university  breaks.  After graduation, we still met up from time to time or call each other.  She even threw a small party for our family before we left for Thailand.  But two weeks after we arrived here, we got news that Hazel is in a coma.  It had something to do with her blood pressure so high she was paralyzed and some blood clots were found in her brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so bad not being there for her when she needed me the most. June of last year I went home for 10 short days and I saw to it that I visited her every single day that i was there.  I brought her flowers, I tried not to cry everytime I saw her.  She was skin and bones: could not move nor speak.  She would blink her eyes once to say "yes" and even laughed (without a sound) to my jokes.  I was able to gather our High School batchmates who were in town that time.  There were about 15 or so of us.  This coming December 30, our High School batch is going to have a grand reunion. It's been 20 years since graduation, can you believe that?  They are going to have a "run for Hazel"-- a cause that would raise funds for our dear friend.  I hope I could also send in some amount to let her know I have not forgotten her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="240" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/19543_275368534212_768539212_3438180_1871276_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;L-R: Hazel, me, Debra and Elvie. &amp;nbsp;Hazel, Elvie and I have been best of friends since Elementary, Debra was an addition to our group during High School. &amp;nbsp;This photo was taken a day before Debra's shower party. &amp;nbsp;She works as a nurse in New York and came home for her big day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img height="220" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/19543_275357299212_768539212_3438157_7288743_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Debra's shower party. That's her in the middle. &amp;nbsp;Hazel is the third one from the left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;img height="214" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/19543_274437569212_768539212_3434298_3288224_n.jpg" style="font-size: medium; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;L-R: John, Debra, Elvie, me and Hazel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHARED FOR:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://celebratefriendship-ruth.blogspot.com/"&gt;TEA TALK&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359085988852147514-5539726371946974332?l=www.rayagregorio.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/feeds/5539726371946974332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2359085988852147514&amp;postID=5539726371946974332&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/5539726371946974332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/5539726371946974332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/2011/11/treasured-friendship.html' title='A treasured friendship'/><author><name>purethoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934152157896603139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAKgDT6tUnw/TJjpMIjk6JI/AAAAAAAAANk/FXU7zZ747ic/S220/me+and+joey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359085988852147514.post-6131630226482892213</id><published>2011-11-09T22:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T10:28:20.549-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Page rank'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Google page rank checker'/><title type='text'>Page Rank Check!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="200" src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcT8VwPqlfCk2nW8hWzwXRfME3kX-QpjrejfvVtsLYD-Cilp7jbw" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Page rank! Page rank! Page rank!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;About two days ago there has been a "chaos" again on the page ranks... and so the checking began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "oohs" and the "arrgghhs".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there were not much changes in mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3 PR 2s&lt;/b&gt;, 5&lt;b&gt; PR 1s&lt;/b&gt;, and &lt;b&gt;2 PR 0s for me&lt;/b&gt;.  Not bad, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog went down from PR1 to PR 0. But really, I did not feel that bad at all.  Honestly, because I don't feel the urge to monetize this blog so much, anyway.  I just want to feel free to write down my thoughts here without even thinking of drawing so much traffic.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so the blogging continues, and the fight for higher page ranks saga continues for people in blogland-- everyone at the mercy of dear old Mr. G. &amp;nbsp;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you checked your page rank lately? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rayagreogorio.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/301/CCE19A4CDE5568A7DAA0C62356DAA1D5.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359085988852147514-6131630226482892213?l=www.rayagregorio.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/feeds/6131630226482892213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2359085988852147514&amp;postID=6131630226482892213&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/6131630226482892213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/6131630226482892213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/2011/11/page-rank-check.html' title='Page Rank Check!'/><author><name>purethoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934152157896603139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAKgDT6tUnw/TJjpMIjk6JI/AAAAAAAAANk/FXU7zZ747ic/S220/me+and+joey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359085988852147514.post-5036467204894384249</id><published>2011-11-05T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T08:19:09.251-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wait, does she understand?</title><content type='html'>A friend told me about these cute girls singing in Ellen.  I tried to look it up in youtube and I found this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/iXAjoaECFp4" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo cute, right? I got curious about this song.  See, I am quite particular about lyrics.  Call me old fashioned, but I believe songs have a way of coming into our minds, shaping our thought life, then eventually our lifestyles.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the lyrics of this famous song this little girl is singing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;This one is for the boys with the boomin' system&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Top down, AC with the coolin' system&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;When he come up in the club, he be blazin' up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Got stacks on deck like he savin' up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;And he ill, he real, he might got a deal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;He pop bottles and he got the right kind of build&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;He cold, he dope, he might sell coke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;He always in the air, but he never fly coach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;He a muthafuckin trip, trip, sailor of the ship, ship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;When he make it drip, drip kiss him on the lip, lip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;That's the kind of dude I was lookin' for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;And yes you'll get slapped if you're lookin' ho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;I said, excuse me you're a hell of a guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;I mean my, my, my, my you're like pelican fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;I mean, you're so shy and I'm loving your tie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;You're like slicker than the guy with the thing on his eye, oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Yes I did, yes I did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Somebody please tell him who the eff I is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;I am Nicki Minaj, I mack them dudes up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Back coupes up, and chuck the deuce up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Boy you got my heartbeat runnin' away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Beating like a drum and it's coming your way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Can't you hear that boom, badoom, boom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Boom, badoom, boom bass?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;He got that super bass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Boom, badoom, boom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Boom, badoom, boom bass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Yeah that's that super bass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Boom, badoom, boom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Boom, badoom, boom, he got that super bass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Boom, badoom, boom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Boom, badoom, boom, yeah that's that super bass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;This one is for the boys in the Polos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Entrepreneur niggas in the moguls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;He could ball with the crew, he could solo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;But I think I like him better when he dolo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;And I think I like him better with the fitted cap on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;[- From :http://www.elyrics.net/read/n/nicki-minaj-lyrics/super-bass-lyrics.html -]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;He ain't even gotta try to put the mac on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;He just gotta give me that look, when he give me that look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Then the panties comin' off, off, unh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Excuse me, you're a hell of a guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;You know I really got a thing for American guys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;I mean, sigh, sickenin' eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;I can tell that you're in touch with your feminine side, oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Yes I did, yes I did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Somebody please tell him who the eff I is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;I am Nicki Minaj, I mack them dudes up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Back coupes up, and chuck the deuce up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Boy you got my heartbeat runnin' away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Beating like a drum and it's coming your way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Can't you hear that boom, badoom, boom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Boom, badoom, boom bass?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;He got that super bass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Boom, badoom, boom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Boom, badoom, boom bass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Yeah that's that super bass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Boom, badoom, boom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Boom, badoom, boom, he got that super bass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Boom, badoom, boom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Boom, badoom, boom, yeah that's that super bass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;See I need you in my life for me to stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;No, no, no, no, no I know you'll stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;No, no, no, no, no don't go away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Boy you got my heartbeat runnin' away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Don't you hear that heartbeat comin' your way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Oh it be like, boom, badoom, boom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Boom, badoom, boom bass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Can't you hear that boom, badoom, boom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Boom, badoom, boom bass?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Boy you got my heartbeat runnin' away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Beating like a drum and it's coming your way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Can't you hear that boom, badoom, boom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Boom, badoom, boom bass?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;He got that super bass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Boom, badoom, boom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Boom, badoom, boom bass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Yeah that's that super bass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Boom, badoom, boom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Boom, badoom, boom, he got that super bass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Boom, badoom, boom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Boom, badoom, boom, yeah that's that super bass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were that singer Nicki Minaj, I would have to tell that girl to stop singing her song.  I mean... how could she possibly let this girl sing a song like this?  So to appease the guilt, give the girls some shopping spree experience?  Oh, please! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to Sophia Grace: &amp;nbsp;honey,you've got pure talent. &amp;nbsp;But you can't waste it by singing trash. &amp;nbsp;Get some good songs. &amp;nbsp;Believe me, there are hundreds of them. &amp;nbsp;And mom, please help. &amp;nbsp;Your girl is a doll. &amp;nbsp;She can sing. &amp;nbsp;But the song &amp;nbsp;is not cute. &amp;nbsp;Not at all-- really, this world does not need another Britney Spears or Lindsay Lohan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rayagreogorio.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/301/CCE19A4CDE5568A7DAA0C62356DAA1D5.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359085988852147514-5036467204894384249?l=www.rayagregorio.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/feeds/5036467204894384249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2359085988852147514&amp;postID=5036467204894384249&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/5036467204894384249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/5036467204894384249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/2011/11/wait-does-she-understand.html' title='Wait, does she understand?'/><author><name>purethoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934152157896603139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAKgDT6tUnw/TJjpMIjk6JI/AAAAAAAAANk/FXU7zZ747ic/S220/me+and+joey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/iXAjoaECFp4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359085988852147514.post-2853976638163783085</id><published>2011-11-05T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T08:34:04.927-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A gift for my man</title><content type='html'>Just today I joined a meme and the discussion was about a gift you received or have given your hubby. &amp;nbsp;I thought really hard about what I should share. &amp;nbsp;Hubby gave me a perfume he bought from our home country when he went home a few months ago-- it was a nice gift which pleasantly surprised me. &amp;nbsp;But I ended up talking about the netbook he gave me earlier this year. &amp;nbsp;I did not know that he saved up for months and months to get me something special! &amp;nbsp;I was really teary-eyed when he said he was buying it for me. &amp;nbsp;I did not expect it, and &amp;nbsp;really made me very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now that it's almost Christmas, maybe it's my turn to surprise him with a gift. Of course gifts are always almost expected during the holidays, but sometimes we just opt not to give each other presents so that we could spend more on the children's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should start surfing online on some &lt;a href="http://www.redenvelope.com/boyfriend-gift-ideas-rsebf"&gt;boy friend gifts&lt;/a&gt;-- and start saving up for them, too!  Which makes me wonder, is he thinking about giving me something special too?  But really, great food and a happy Christmas dinner with the family would be more than just a gift to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://methewoman.files.wordpress.com/2011/01/dsc06757.jpg?w=150" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="size-thumbnail wp-image-664 " height="266" src="http://methewoman.files.wordpress.com/2011/01/dsc06757.jpg?w=150" title="DSC06757" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, by the way, here she is-- the netbook my dear hubby gave me earlier this year.&lt;br /&gt;I named her "Lenny"-- my blogging buddy!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rayagreogorio.com/" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/301/CCE19A4CDE5568A7DAA0C62356DAA1D5.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359085988852147514-2853976638163783085?l=www.rayagregorio.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/feeds/2853976638163783085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2359085988852147514&amp;postID=2853976638163783085&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/2853976638163783085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/2853976638163783085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/2011/11/gift-for-my-man.html' title='A gift for my man'/><author><name>purethoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934152157896603139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAKgDT6tUnw/TJjpMIjk6JI/AAAAAAAAANk/FXU7zZ747ic/S220/me+and+joey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359085988852147514.post-5505635902070670815</id><published>2011-11-04T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T06:17:05.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Faithbook: Joseph</title><content type='html'>&lt;img height="150" src="http://myforge.files.wordpress.com/2011/07/faithbook-logo.gif" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always wanted to blog about my favorite Bible characters-- I will call it the "Faithbook series".  Ok, this means I have to read my Bible more. LOL. Sure, it's a challenge that would definitely do me good.  It takes God's strength to battle against laziness and laxity when it comes to spiritual discipline... and I am honestly battling against it at this time.  I mean, who isn't?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="240" src="http://www.alextheatre.org/images/events/Heart%20of%20Worship%20Community%20Church%20Presents%20Joseph%20The%20Dreamer%20The%20Musical%201.jpg" width="320" /&gt;I will have to start with Joseph. &amp;nbsp;He was a man of dreams. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people would say he had pride when he told his family about his dreams. &amp;nbsp;Well, maybe. &amp;nbsp;What would you expect from a teenage boy given a dream by no less than the God of heavens and earth? &amp;nbsp;In a way I see myself in Joseph's life. I came to know the Lord at 16, and back then I would hurriedly go to my prayer room everyday after school and just sing my heart out to the Lord. &amp;nbsp;I read the Bible day and night. &amp;nbsp;I brought my Bible to school. &amp;nbsp;I just loved God so much people actually thought I was too excited and too proud to say I have been saved, or that they would easily equate my zeal with pride, accusing me I was trying to tell people indirectly that I was holier than them. &amp;nbsp;But you see, passionate people are not ashamed of anything. &amp;nbsp;Gays proudly parade the streets once a year to show the world what they believe in. &amp;nbsp;Young people who believe they could overthrow a government would fiercely parade the streets, unafraid what would happen to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say the same thing with Joseph. &amp;nbsp;He was one passionate young man. &amp;nbsp;Let's just say he did not know how to handle his zeal. &amp;nbsp;Let's just say he had pride -- but then again, who hasn't? &amp;nbsp;And so goes Joseph's story: &amp;nbsp;a dreamer boy, a father's favorite, the boy with a multi-colored coat, the one thrown into the pit before being sold as a slave, accused of a crime he did not do... so from palace to prison he went. &amp;nbsp;Forgotten, abandoned and with no identity, he endured the prison for years. &amp;nbsp;In a cartoon movie "Joseph the dreamer", this song was played. &amp;nbsp;Brought tears to my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/L49GBVZ20Vc" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything did not make sense to Joseph, I'm sure. &amp;nbsp;He did not only experience abandonment from his own flesh and blood. &amp;nbsp;He experienced mistrust from his master, wrongly accused by a &amp;nbsp;woman who wanted to drag him to sin. &amp;nbsp;He was given a promise to be remembered by a butler who promised to mention him to Pharaoh. &amp;nbsp;But that same promise was forgotten as soon as the doors of those prison cell was closed. Two full years of freedom for the butler, Joseph still in a lonely secluded cell. &amp;nbsp;Two years, spent separately and so differently. But God knew better. &amp;nbsp;It was not God's plan and timing. He knew better than Joseph. &amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;He is God.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many times I just question God, "What am I doing here?" or "Why is this taking so slow?" &amp;nbsp;"Am I doing anything at all in the first place?" &amp;nbsp;Sometimes I feel like, "God, I have been here in Thailand for two years now and surely I could not stay this way for the next years. &amp;nbsp;Something has got to happen. &amp;nbsp;Now. &amp;nbsp;I am desperate." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But God is God-- the All-knowing, All-sufficient, All-powerful God knew Joseph like He knows me. &amp;nbsp;He promised me something before I came to Thailand. &amp;nbsp;He is going to see to it that it comes to pass. &amp;nbsp;All it takes is for me to surrender and let Him take charge. &amp;nbsp;He is God-- no one could replace Him. &amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Not even me-- impatient, limited, little me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rayagreogorio.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/301/CCE19A4CDE5568A7DAA0C62356DAA1D5.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359085988852147514-5505635902070670815?l=www.rayagregorio.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/feeds/5505635902070670815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2359085988852147514&amp;postID=5505635902070670815&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/5505635902070670815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/5505635902070670815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/2011/11/faithbook-joseph.html' title='Faithbook: Joseph'/><author><name>purethoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934152157896603139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAKgDT6tUnw/TJjpMIjk6JI/AAAAAAAAANk/FXU7zZ747ic/S220/me+and+joey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/L49GBVZ20Vc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359085988852147514.post-4092783395702208020</id><published>2011-10-28T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T07:31:41.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He knows my name</title><content type='html'>I have a confession: &lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;I am not good at memorizing names. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;I don't want to be discriminating by only remembering those who excel in class, or are good-looking. &amp;nbsp;But to be frank and honest about it, that's most likely the case. &amp;nbsp;As a teacher, I really find it hard to memorize all 50 Thai names, especially that there are at least 3 "Nams", 2 "Oms" and lots of "Kiks". &amp;nbsp;Oh well. &amp;nbsp;Of course teachers do not just memorize those who excel and do good in class. &amp;nbsp;Chances are, we also know the names of those who we &lt;b&gt;don't like&lt;/b&gt;. &amp;nbsp;You know, those kids whose names are always mentioned because they talk while you do, and they just find trouble anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what happens is those who are quiet and "unnoticeable" are really not noticed. &amp;nbsp;One month have come and gone and today, during our culmination program at the Learning Center where I work, I had to ask kids for their names--- for the nth time! &amp;nbsp;I don't want to put the blame on my age. Hey! I am still 30 something ,in case you forgot! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iuvlUoD5wHc/Tqq4vLXdo1I/AAAAAAAABSk/aoKrg6XdbyQ/s1600/DSC01907.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iuvlUoD5wHc/Tqq4vLXdo1I/AAAAAAAABSk/aoKrg6XdbyQ/s640/DSC01907.JPG" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;45 students graced our culmination program this afternoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Anyways, back to that remembering the name thing... This afternoon while I was busily asking the kids their names to write them on the certificates (We used to write them in Thai but this time we decided to do it in English, and I noticed some younger kids did not fill up the forms we gave earlier this month). &amp;nbsp;Then there is this one kid that I didn't have to ask his name for--&lt;b&gt; I know him&lt;/b&gt;. &amp;nbsp;I mentioned his name casually and his face just lit up. &amp;nbsp;"Teacher remembers my name!" &amp;nbsp;I felt ashamed-- for two things. &amp;nbsp;One, I should have exerted more effort to memorize names. &amp;nbsp;It matters to the kids. &amp;nbsp;Second, I have to confess I used to forget about this boy's name a few weeks back, but my co-teacher reminded me one time and I have never forgotten his name since. &amp;nbsp;It's because he has this unique pair of eyes... like he's always about to cry. &amp;nbsp;I know, that's not a very good description for eyes but that's the truth. So everytime I see him, I am reminded of his name. &amp;nbsp;And I made him so happy today! &amp;nbsp;His used-to-be lonely eyes that wanted to cry just had so much life and joy I could never forget his expression.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Then it just struck me... God remembers and knows our names. &amp;nbsp;We don't have to be famous to be known by Him. &amp;nbsp;He is our Maker and impossible it may seem in our human mind, He knows every tear that falls from our eyes, and knows how many strands of hair we have. He knows every pain, every sorrow, every joy, and celebrates in our triumphs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/CC8puwexBBo" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This song is a perfect reminder of how important we are to God, how He daily celebrates us and calls us His own... I am grateful I have a God whom I could call my Father. My heart can rest well tonight... in His love I am secure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rayagreogorio.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/301/CCE19A4CDE5568A7DAA0C62356DAA1D5.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359085988852147514-4092783395702208020?l=www.rayagregorio.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/feeds/4092783395702208020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2359085988852147514&amp;postID=4092783395702208020&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/4092783395702208020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/4092783395702208020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/2011/10/he-knows-my-name.html' title='He knows my name'/><author><name>purethoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934152157896603139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAKgDT6tUnw/TJjpMIjk6JI/AAAAAAAAANk/FXU7zZ747ic/S220/me+and+joey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iuvlUoD5wHc/Tqq4vLXdo1I/AAAAAAAABSk/aoKrg6XdbyQ/s72-c/DSC01907.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359085988852147514.post-5466226359404759588</id><published>2011-10-27T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T09:09:23.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tea Talk: Learning to simply trust</title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning to hot and humid Bangkok-- and no, our area is not yet flooded.  I only had about two hours of sleep. It must have been the coffee that I drank last night that made me so wide awake through the night.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, last night our landlady who lives right next door told us that the entire of Bangkok would be flooded in 24 hours-- and those living near canals and rivers would expect to be flooded in the next 3 hours.  That would be us.  We could hear their hammering, welding, and could tell they were, like us, wide awake and on a constant lookout.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt relieved that we were not yet flooded when I looked down the window this morning, but at the same time, I feel so weak to go through this seemingly unending ordeal of waiting.  I am not sure what I really feel at this time.  If the flood comes, let it come.  But I would like to believe that it will not be that deep, or that it will not come at all.  I think the perfect description would be that I am drained.  From lack of sleep and from all these uncertainties ahead of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate* Ruth called me this afternoon and invited me for lunch. It was already 2 pm, and I already ate with my family. But she needed company, and I gladly went to the restaurant right outside our little street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YjoSa3z1a8o/Tql9ukRt8mI/AAAAAAAABSQ/In_uXjBboZ4/s1600/t%2Bruth.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YjoSa3z1a8o/Tql9ukRt8mI/AAAAAAAABSQ/In_uXjBboZ4/s400/t%2Bruth.jpg" width="276" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pdCwCdShMyg/TqmBIMteuCI/AAAAAAAABSY/pxBMPp_hXfU/s1600/DSC01863.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pdCwCdShMyg/TqmBIMteuCI/AAAAAAAABSY/pxBMPp_hXfU/s400/DSC01863.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I just had a glass of cold water. That's Ate* Ruth enjoying her late lunch. &amp;nbsp;After a while I ordered porridge, and then we shared &amp;nbsp;dessert together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;On my mind are:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;* The culmination of our one month English program at the center tomorrow. &amp;nbsp;I still have to prepare the certificates and a short program. &amp;nbsp;I am praying for energy to do this! &amp;nbsp;I am grateful that the program has ended successfully and we had beautiful children for the entire month-- and lots of new ones!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;* All Bangkok residents were advised to leave Bangkok. We don't know if it's really a good idea or not. &amp;nbsp;One thing is for sure, we are not ready for a holiday financially at this time. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;* How God has taught me to simply trust Him at this time! &amp;nbsp;He is God, and is King over the flood!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Thanks to &lt;a href="http://celebratefriendship-ruth.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ruth&lt;/a&gt; for hosting this meme!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;*&lt;i&gt;Ate is a Filipino word referring to older sister&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rayagreogorio.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/301/CCE19A4CDE5568A7DAA0C62356DAA1D5.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359085988852147514-5466226359404759588?l=www.rayagregorio.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/feeds/5466226359404759588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2359085988852147514&amp;postID=5466226359404759588&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/5466226359404759588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/5466226359404759588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/2011/10/tea-talk-learning-to-simply-trust.html' title='Tea Talk: Learning to simply trust'/><author><name>purethoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934152157896603139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAKgDT6tUnw/TJjpMIjk6JI/AAAAAAAAANk/FXU7zZ747ic/S220/me+and+joey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YjoSa3z1a8o/Tql9ukRt8mI/AAAAAAAABSQ/In_uXjBboZ4/s72-c/t%2Bruth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359085988852147514.post-6579615748499815373</id><published>2011-10-26T05:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T05:16:56.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The joy of giving</title><content type='html'>We have been waiting for the flood to reach our area in Bangkok for at least 3 weeks now.  We have gone to get groceries a couple of times already, as we end up eating up our supplies.  We have been told to store tap water as much as we can, which is what we have been doing during the last couple of weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would ever know that our trusty water purifier would break down at such a time as this?  Hubby and I were talking about budgeting our money between food, plastic containers, and other needs when Ria said, "I can contribute to the needs. Would you like to help, Roi?"  Ria is 10 and Roi is 5.  Ria received gifts in cash from my mom and her godmother, totaling to 98 USD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She bought parts for the water purifier.  Roi gladly counted his money from his piggy bank and contributed to the water container expenses.  Who would ever thought that they would be used by God to supply for our needs at this time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://cdn2-b.examiner.com/sites/default/files/styles/large/hash/c0/37/resized_giving_hands2.gif" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;"For it is in giving that we receive" -St. Francis of Assissi&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;How our kids have blessed us today! &amp;nbsp;I pray that their giving will be rewarded, so that they will not tire of giving out some more. &amp;nbsp;It's their selflessness that made my heart swell with joy. What beautiful gifts they are! &amp;nbsp;I praise you, Father, Giver of every good and perfect gift!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rayagreogorio.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/301/CCE19A4CDE5568A7DAA0C62356DAA1D5.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359085988852147514-6579615748499815373?l=www.rayagregorio.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/feeds/6579615748499815373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2359085988852147514&amp;postID=6579615748499815373&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/6579615748499815373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/6579615748499815373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/2011/10/joy-of-giving.html' title='The joy of giving'/><author><name>purethoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934152157896603139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAKgDT6tUnw/TJjpMIjk6JI/AAAAAAAAANk/FXU7zZ747ic/S220/me+and+joey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359085988852147514.post-1395954720495290055</id><published>2011-10-25T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T21:54:33.477-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Temporary Home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being foreigners in a foreign land'/><title type='text'>Temporary Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Two days from now we have to exit from Thailand and go to Cambodia for a visa run. For those who think this is just a fun trip, this is actually not.  I know of some Filipinos who have to go out of the country &lt;b&gt;every&lt;/b&gt; 15 days and apparently, that's what will also happen to us while waiting for our new work permit.  I know-- some people would think "out of the country" is something to die for.  But just to give you a clearer picture:  it's sitting in a van for 5 hours, eat lunch in Cambodia while having your passport stamped that you indeed got out of the country-- into the van again and back to Bangkok we go.  Fun?  Could be.  But &lt;b&gt;every&lt;/b&gt; 15 days?  Hmmm, maybe not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;This made me think, while I was in the Philippines I never even thought of bringing a passport when I go out of the house. I did not worry about visa expiring, or overstaying.  It's because it's my home country.  Being in Thailand, we had to keep track of dates.  Every 90 days, we would have to make a trip to the Thai Immigration office to have our passports stamped.  Every year we had to get out of the country for the visa run I mentioned earlier. We had to be mindful of bringing our passports wherever we go. For long trips, sometimes policemen just randomly stop a bus over and look for passports from non-Thais like us. We had to have them ready anytime.  This is because this land is not our home. We were neither born nor raised here.  Our passports, our trips to the Immigration office every now and then and our trip out of the country are perfect reminders of that fact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HhNiitbjSvQ/TmWVEjHPyXI/AAAAAAAABKk/Z6qS0esu9co/s1600/foreigner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="141" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HhNiitbjSvQ/TmWVEjHPyXI/AAAAAAAABKk/Z6qS0esu9co/s200/foreigner.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;Living in Thailand, we have to learn their heart language in order to effectively reach out to them. But the truth remains: &lt;b&gt;No matter what we do, even if we speak Thai perfectly (which is next to impossible, by the way!), Even if we could eat the spiciest Thai food there is and crave for more, that doesn't change the fact that &amp;nbsp;our citizenship is still, and will always be &amp;nbsp;Filipino&lt;/b&gt;. Our passports will always have that seal of our beloved country. Nothing can change that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Peter writes the church in 1 Peter 2:11 that we are "strangers and aliens" in this world. In the New Living Translation, it is clearer: "temporary residents and foreigners" in this world. &amp;nbsp;Being here in Thailand for two years now has given me a wider understanding of how it is to be a foreigner-- and this verse has been real to me more than ever before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;In the context of Peter's message, I have come to a deeper understanding that &lt;b&gt;no matter how many years we live in this earth, we will always be citizens of heaven. &amp;nbsp;We belong to God, and in our heart of hearts we know that this is only our temporary home and one of these days we are going to meet our Savior again, and He is going to take us to that Home He has prepared for us.&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;I cannot wait for that day. &amp;nbsp;Unlike living in Thailand where I have to learn their heart language, living in this world doesn't have to require me to learn of its schemes, lies and ways. &amp;nbsp;We could never be comfortable in this temporary home we are in. &amp;nbsp;That is not the design of God for us. &amp;nbsp;We should never speak lies-- that is not our native tongue. &amp;nbsp;It is the Devil's. &amp;nbsp;We should not give in to the cravings of the Flesh. &amp;nbsp;It is not our nature. &amp;nbsp;We do not do these things because we are commanded or required to do it. &amp;nbsp;It comes naturally &lt;b&gt;because that's who we are!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;So, back to that Cambodia trip. &amp;nbsp;Thank you, Lord for reminding me that I am a foreigner in this land. And with that understanding, I praise you over and above that, I am also a foreigner in this world. &amp;nbsp;And my heart is filled with praises that one of these days, maybe not too far from now, we could go home. &amp;nbsp;Then and only then will we be comfortable. &amp;nbsp;Only then will we be settled. &amp;nbsp;Then and only then will we be able to understand what the word "home" truly means.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/LraOiHUltak" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*credits to Google for the photo*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rayagreogorio.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/301/CCE19A4CDE5568A7DAA0C62356DAA1D5.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359085988852147514-1395954720495290055?l=www.rayagregorio.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/feeds/1395954720495290055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2359085988852147514&amp;postID=1395954720495290055&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/1395954720495290055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/1395954720495290055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/2011/09/temporary-home.html' title='Temporary Home'/><author><name>purethoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934152157896603139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAKgDT6tUnw/TJjpMIjk6JI/AAAAAAAAANk/FXU7zZ747ic/S220/me+and+joey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HhNiitbjSvQ/TmWVEjHPyXI/AAAAAAAABKk/Z6qS0esu9co/s72-c/foreigner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359085988852147514.post-6651272213689614136</id><published>2011-10-25T01:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T01:15:35.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Connected-- are we really?</title><content type='html'>Borrowed this post from my &lt;a href="http://www.ourhomeandhaven.info/"&gt;other blog&lt;/a&gt;-- thought I might share this here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are teaching the kids at our&lt;a href="http://happycommunityfoundation.com/"&gt; learning center&lt;/a&gt; the alphabet sounds through singing. &amp;nbsp;I am humming the song's melody as I write this post. &amp;nbsp;Teaching kids through songs are a great way for them to remember the lesson by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across this photo posted by our friend in facebook today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="aligncenter" height="324" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/307864_280384711982163_100000319094031_983501_1627483374_n.jpg" width="432" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny, but true. &amp;nbsp;But I don't know if I'd be happy about my kids being too wired. &amp;nbsp;It's not a bad thing, but it would be great if they still know how eye-to-eye, honest-to-goodness communication, do snail mails, make hand made cards and yes, hug a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I always say, because of these modern way of communication, most people think we are very connected but to be honest about it, how many people have stopped to be confrontational about their relationships because they'd rather vent out their emotions on facebook? &amp;nbsp;When was the last time we had quality time with our families without having to worry about what's going on in the cyberspace? &amp;nbsp;How many kids have stopped talking about their highest hopes and dreams because they prefer to play online games? How many parents get the shock of their lives when they've found out that their kids are actually cursing and cussing in their facebook shout outs and they seem to be the most well-bahaved kids infront of them? &amp;nbsp;Just how old can you be to be exposed to pornography these days? &amp;nbsp;And how many marriages have been broken since both hubby and wife are lost in their own separate cyberworlds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, let's get wired. &amp;nbsp;We cannot stop ourselves nor our kids from being so. &amp;nbsp;But let's not forget how to connect. &amp;nbsp;I mean &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; connect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rayagreogorio.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/301/CCE19A4CDE5568A7DAA0C62356DAA1D5.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359085988852147514-6651272213689614136?l=www.rayagregorio.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/feeds/6651272213689614136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2359085988852147514&amp;postID=6651272213689614136&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/6651272213689614136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/6651272213689614136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/2011/10/connected-are-we-really.html' title='Connected-- are we really?'/><author><name>purethoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934152157896603139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAKgDT6tUnw/TJjpMIjk6JI/AAAAAAAAANk/FXU7zZ747ic/S220/me+and+joey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359085988852147514.post-2291948144610075174</id><published>2011-10-24T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T21:56:19.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scripture and a Snapshot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NH3lodKfmFU/TiKCJaDE2gI/AAAAAAAABHQ/5hin4ccHakw/s1600/scripture07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630205582289197570" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NH3lodKfmFU/TiKCJaDE2gI/AAAAAAAABHQ/5hin4ccHakw/s400/scripture07.jpg" style="cursor: hand; 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The news has a better way of saying it:  Eastern Bangkok to be "sacrificed" to avoid this water from flowing into the industrial and business centers in the heart of the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were already flood-ready since 10 days ago.  We have moved our appliances to a higher level, our books are kept in boxes and secured in the second floor.  We bought food and water supply but as the days progressed and there seem to be no sign of flooding, we have eaten practically everything that we have stored.  Now we have to shop again... although I am not sure if we would find anything in the grocery store.  10 days ago we were so surprised to find empty shelves as the people bought as much food and other supplies as they can in preparation for the flood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My drink is a glass of water.  I have been trying to drink as much as I can because my allergies have been bothering me a lot lately.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my mind are many things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  I feel a bit like Noah who was waiting for a flood on  perfect, sunny day.  I wish we could see exactly where the water is now... will it affect us?  The "danger zones" does not include our area specifically, but who knows?  the water can flow wherever... and we are not that far from those places mentioned.  And it says Eastern Bangkok so yeah, that's us alright...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  I am thinking a lot about our family... my parents and my siblings.  We are going through lots of trials these days.. literally on every side but I admire my parent's commitment and faith to the Lord.  I am nostalgic knowing that all of us could not be together during the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  I am grateful to God for my own family.  A loving husband and two great kids... they are great blessings and are perfect reminders of God's faithfulness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  I am grateful for friends who stand by us and pray for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks &lt;a href="http://celebratefriendship-ruth.blogspot.com/"&gt;RUTH&lt;/a&gt; for hosting this meme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rayagreogorio.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/301/CCE19A4CDE5568A7DAA0C62356DAA1D5.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359085988852147514-5066728080588396335?l=www.rayagregorio.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/feeds/5066728080588396335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2359085988852147514&amp;postID=5066728080588396335&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/5066728080588396335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/5066728080588396335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/2011/10/tea-talk-flood-ready.html' title='Tea talk:  Flood-ready'/><author><name>purethoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934152157896603139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAKgDT6tUnw/TJjpMIjk6JI/AAAAAAAAANk/FXU7zZ747ic/S220/me+and+joey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359085988852147514.post-5199567595414195399</id><published>2011-10-21T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T22:51:11.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A present for me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;For my birthday this year I was trying to get myself a present from my online earnings. &amp;nbsp;I thought, I have been working for more than a year now-- it should be high time that I'd reward myself with a watch for my special day. &amp;nbsp;I tried to surf online--I had so much choices, it was quite confusing which one to get. &amp;nbsp; I even came across  &lt;a href="http://watch-brands.reeds.com/Citizen-cat74.html"&gt;citizen watches&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;I loved the designs! &amp;nbsp;But it seems to me like I should give it one more year before I could have one. &amp;nbsp;For now I would continue to save up. &amp;nbsp;But definitely, I fell in love with the designs,and Citizen watches are always known for their good quality. &amp;nbsp;Of course it would cost a fortune, but at least it isn't like the cheap watch I bought which died an untimely death. &amp;nbsp;Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Ladies' Citizen Silhouette Eco-Drive Watch" src="http://watch-brands.reeds.com/images/products/18/1895/d.18959866.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My choice. &amp;nbsp;Simple, yet very elegant. &amp;nbsp;Wait 'til another year, and you'll be mine! :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rayagreogorio.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/301/CCE19A4CDE5568A7DAA0C62356DAA1D5.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359085988852147514-5199567595414195399?l=www.rayagregorio.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/feeds/5199567595414195399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2359085988852147514&amp;postID=5199567595414195399&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/5199567595414195399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/5199567595414195399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/2011/10/present-for-me.html' title='A present for me!'/><author><name>purethoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934152157896603139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAKgDT6tUnw/TJjpMIjk6JI/AAAAAAAAANk/FXU7zZ747ic/S220/me+and+joey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359085988852147514.post-1051947903329529995</id><published>2011-10-20T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T22:50:38.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The wedding I'd miss</title><content type='html'>I love attending weddings. &amp;nbsp;You see, I am a hopeless romantic and I never tire &amp;nbsp;listening to love stories. &amp;nbsp;I don't know about you, but &amp;nbsp;there's just something about weddings that gives me sheer joy. &amp;nbsp;Oh, well... maybe I just had a fairytale overdose when I was a kid. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days from now I'd be missing out a wedding of two very important people. &amp;nbsp;I wish I could be there to grace their special day, but I can't. &amp;nbsp;Going home would mean additional expense for us, and we don't have the budget for that as of yet. The thing about this wedding is that hubby and I have special roles: we are one of the chosen couples to stand as "second parents" for the couple. I don't think there's anything like that in the Western culture.  It is a role that does not just mean we have to dress our best on the wedding day itself, but to be available for the the couple whenever they would need our advice, prayer or counsel... anytime.  It does not have an "expiration date"-- it is a lifetime commitment for us.  It is a great honor to be chosen by Gen and Rej.  Of course we would remain to be there for them, even if it means we would miss the celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was honestly surfing online for possible dresses that I would have worn if I would be able to go to the wedding.  I was thinking, maybe I should go to a site with  &lt;a href="http://www.sydneyscloset.com/"&gt;plus size dresses&lt;/a&gt;. 10 years of happy marriage has made me put on so much weight... but my man still loves me as much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about our own love story still gives me jitters. :)&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="300" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/301901_10150403317200862_548870861_10545291_1417206564_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gen and Rej: &amp;nbsp;one of my favorite couples! Wish you all the best... I am so proud of you , your &amp;nbsp;love story and how you have been great examples to those who come behind you. Congratulations! &amp;nbsp;Come visit us soon... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Note: photo from Rej's facebook&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 11px; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rayagreogorio.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/301/CCE19A4CDE5568A7DAA0C62356DAA1D5.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359085988852147514-1051947903329529995?l=www.rayagregorio.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/feeds/1051947903329529995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2359085988852147514&amp;postID=1051947903329529995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/1051947903329529995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/1051947903329529995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/2011/10/wedding-id-miss.html' title='The wedding I&apos;d miss'/><author><name>purethoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934152157896603139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAKgDT6tUnw/TJjpMIjk6JI/AAAAAAAAANk/FXU7zZ747ic/S220/me+and+joey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359085988852147514.post-194732561072395672</id><published>2011-10-16T02:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T03:30:49.427-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Given Grace Cebanico'/><title type='text'>A life of Grace</title><content type='html'>My heart was torn when I heard of a rape/murder case of a 19-year old University of the Philippines Los Banos student 4 days ago. I was especially interested at the name of the victim:  &lt;b&gt;Given Grace Cebanico&lt;/b&gt;.  What a beautiful name!  Surely she must come from a family who knows the Lord, and have tasted of His grace. I was right. &amp;nbsp;In fact, she was a Pastor's kid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The curious me googled her  name and an article in Inquirer caught my attention: "her facebook account says so much about her". I tried to search her in facebook and true enough, I had access to her photos, although we were obviously not friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had a photo looking at the sunset, and on that photo was the verse in Lamentations, "The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases, His mercy never comes to an end, they are new every morning."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, her facebook account tells so much about her.  How a happy girl she was.  There were photos of her and her father making funny faces, lots of photos of her and here friends.  She sang, emcee-ed, and played sports.  She even had a photo that says, "THE URGENCY OF THE GOSPEL"-- where she placed a caption, "Kilos!" (Move!) and tagged some of her Christian friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of me cried at her awful and untimely death.  How could two men who never even took part in raising her up into such a happy, intelligent and loved young lady kill her in such a brutal, inhumane way?  But a part of me felt peace, knowing that Given Grace is now with her Creator. There is no doubt about that. I even read a blog about her latest fb status saying, "You were born because God knows you are important to someone" &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(not verbatim)&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously she was not important to those two people who did this to her.  But looking at it now, her death has made an impact to thousands.  More people have admired her faith, her joy, the Grace that freely flows within and through her life.  I did not know her personally, but it's very obvious from the posts in her page.  In a way, her life has become a letter for everyone to see, "read", and learn from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="320" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/316691_10150413042570400_198963545399_10731004_469055391_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A life that's rather short, but precious and worth-remembering. &amp;nbsp;Farewell, my dear sister in the Lord. &amp;nbsp;So many people love you. &amp;nbsp;You have in a way "spoken" to many about God and His grace through your death.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/pXF1WMNHfXY" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We don't understand, but God understands"-- Ptr. Jun Cebanico, Given Grace's father. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rayagreogorio.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/301/CCE19A4CDE5568A7DAA0C62356DAA1D5.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359085988852147514-194732561072395672?l=www.rayagregorio.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/feeds/194732561072395672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2359085988852147514&amp;postID=194732561072395672&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/194732561072395672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/194732561072395672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/2011/10/life-of-grace.html' title='A life of Grace'/><author><name>purethoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934152157896603139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAKgDT6tUnw/TJjpMIjk6JI/AAAAAAAAANk/FXU7zZ747ic/S220/me+and+joey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/pXF1WMNHfXY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359085988852147514.post-8958575519861492953</id><published>2011-10-13T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T09:47:25.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tea Talk:  A day with friends</title><content type='html'>Today was a very long and tiring day for me, but I spent it with friends.  I am a bit nostalgic sending off my very good friend Meriam to the airport today.  Just like the hundreds of thousands of Filipinos who go abroad in search for "greener pastures", Meriam has been working here in Thailand for the last 4 years. A year ago her teen age son came to study at the school where she worked at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meriam and her family are close to us because we come from the same city in our home country.  She even did her practicum in teaching in the High School where I went to, so I had been her student at one point in time.   When we moved to Thailand she was our only Filipino friend so we would go to her place whenever we can and even spent our first Christmas with her here in Thailand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rzLdfB4TiF8/TpcU3q3H2YI/AAAAAAAABQg/mDqIAaF6DhY/s1600/DSC01773.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rzLdfB4TiF8/TpcU3q3H2YI/AAAAAAAABQg/mDqIAaF6DhY/s320/DSC01773.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lunch with Meriam and Justin&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I salute her for her decision to go home to be with her husband and 3 other kids.  I have to admit I was a bit emotional at the thought that she would no longer be our neighbor here &amp;nbsp;anymore (she lives across the street).  Like any good friend, I helped her pack her things, carried some of her heavy bags from room in the 5th floor and called a taxi, took her to the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f--zGlI2OAs/TpcOckcDPGI/AAAAAAAABQA/J3v4o2Pc8RA/s1600/DSC01775.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f--zGlI2OAs/TpcOckcDPGI/AAAAAAAABQA/J3v4o2Pc8RA/s400/DSC01775.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I had iced coffee in the taxi on the way to the airport. &amp;nbsp;Since she had lots of luggage we had to be in two taxis. &amp;nbsp;She and Justin rode on one, while I was alone in another. &amp;nbsp;The taxi ride to the airport took about 25 minutes, and was a quiet, "me" time. &amp;nbsp;I had many things in my mind. &amp;nbsp;The coming flood in Bangkok, sending off some good friends, dinner with (Ate) Ruth and another Belle after I would be home. &amp;nbsp;It was a relaxing time for me, &amp;nbsp;I just enjoyed the beautiful skies after the rain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oKyTHMQ7b2M/TpcOdUwUC7I/AAAAAAAABQY/aHPpmXnSKl0/s1600/DSC01783.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oKyTHMQ7b2M/TpcOdUwUC7I/AAAAAAAABQY/aHPpmXnSKl0/s400/DSC01783.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Beautiful. &amp;nbsp;It's a perfect sight after a long day.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right after I came home, I had to rush again to meet (Ate) Ruth whom I'd be meeting at the bus station-- we were to have dinner with another friend. &amp;nbsp;I was excited to hear her stories from Bangladesh. &amp;nbsp;The dinner was great, I enjoyed the Bangladesh stories and photos! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So yeah, it was a long day. &amp;nbsp;But it sure was a day spent with precious friends!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rayagreogorio.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/301/CCE19A4CDE5568A7DAA0C62356DAA1D5.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHARED FOR : &lt;a href="http://celebratefriendship-ruth.blogspot.com/"&gt;TEA TALK&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359085988852147514-8958575519861492953?l=www.rayagregorio.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/feeds/8958575519861492953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2359085988852147514&amp;postID=8958575519861492953&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/8958575519861492953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/8958575519861492953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/2011/10/tea-talk-day-with-friends.html' title='Tea Talk:  A day with friends'/><author><name>purethoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934152157896603139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAKgDT6tUnw/TJjpMIjk6JI/AAAAAAAAANk/FXU7zZ747ic/S220/me+and+joey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rzLdfB4TiF8/TpcU3q3H2YI/AAAAAAAABQg/mDqIAaF6DhY/s72-c/DSC01773.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359085988852147514.post-9199874040031335463</id><published>2011-10-13T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T09:05:25.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One of my dreams</title><content type='html'>When I was a kid I've always wanted to be a nurse.  I mean who does not get impressed by them?  Aside from the fact that they do noble things like helping the sick, they also look great in those white uniforms.  Nurses and medical people simply amaze me, even up to this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I had to choose what course to take in college, I was a bit tempted to take up nursing because at the time, most of my batch mates took the course.  Who would not be lured at the thought of going abroad right after graduation?  But I had to be real to myself.  I would not, and could never be a medical person.  I mean I know my capacity and let's just say, I am not really good at science subjects and if I have to be honest about it, I could not really imagine myself being a nurse.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, being a nurse is just one of my childhood dreams.  But what do you know?  when I became a mom, I became a doctor, a nurse, a teacher, a cook all in one!  I may not be wearing those &lt;a href="http://www.marcusuniforms.com"&gt;nursing scrubs&lt;/a&gt;, but my kids would always look for me, their nurse when they are ill.  And I believe, in their hearts, no one takes care of them better than I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rayagreogorio.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/301/CCE19A4CDE5568A7DAA0C62356DAA1D5.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359085988852147514-9199874040031335463?l=www.rayagregorio.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/feeds/9199874040031335463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2359085988852147514&amp;postID=9199874040031335463&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/9199874040031335463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/9199874040031335463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/2011/10/one-of-my-dreams.html' title='One of my dreams'/><author><name>purethoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934152157896603139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAKgDT6tUnw/TJjpMIjk6JI/AAAAAAAAANk/FXU7zZ747ic/S220/me+and+joey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359085988852147514.post-7148737345101617081</id><published>2011-10-02T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T21:31:19.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He did  it again</title><content type='html'>Our visa need has just been provided.  Just today.  And we are leaving tomorrow.  God did it again.  I am overwhelmed everytime He does it.  Sometimes I feel like my faith is just too small, too weak to claim His promises, many times forgetting who my God is and what He can do.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I have to tell myself again... &lt;i&gt;why doubt, you of little faith?  Has God ever failed you?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;  Now continues my faith journey.  I don't know what will happen tomorrow or in the coming days.  But one thing I do know:  I am in the right place, doing the right thing at the right time, and if I may add, Serving the right Master!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rayagreogorio.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/301/CCE19A4CDE5568A7DAA0C62356DAA1D5.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359085988852147514-7148737345101617081?l=www.rayagregorio.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/feeds/7148737345101617081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2359085988852147514&amp;postID=7148737345101617081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/7148737345101617081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/7148737345101617081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/2011/10/he-did-it-again.html' title='He did  it again'/><author><name>purethoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934152157896603139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAKgDT6tUnw/TJjpMIjk6JI/AAAAAAAAANk/FXU7zZ747ic/S220/me+and+joey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359085988852147514.post-5602004677946277574</id><published>2011-10-02T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T07:02:29.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My musical family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iCnqtX7n_Y0/TniZy_8lmRI/AAAAAAAABNA/P-bh9WO0A04/s1600/DSC01266.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Whenever hubby talks about his childhood in a very small town in our home country, I would always be amazed at how he and his siblings  could be so happy despite the fact that they were born poor.  He would talk about not being able to eat a decent meal because of poverty, but I admire him so much.  His experience has molded him into a level-headed, down-to-earth, secure  and humble man.  He is very smart, and very musically inclined, too-- &lt;i&gt;one of his secrets in winning&amp;nbsp; my heart! &lt;/i&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iCnqtX7n_Y0/TniZy_8lmRI/AAAAAAAABNA/P-bh9WO0A04/s1600/DSC01266.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iCnqtX7n_Y0/TniZy_8lmRI/AAAAAAAABNA/P-bh9WO0A04/s400/DSC01266.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am amazed at how he was able to play musical instruments on his own. I call it pure talent!&amp;nbsp; Here's a photo of him and our little boy who pretends he is a choir conductor.&amp;nbsp; Our little boy loves to sing, too! I would not be surprised if he is going to be a famous rock star someday. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eRw202ACXgQ/TniZzPArC9I/AAAAAAAABNI/1ppSYNYp9Og/s1600/DSC01265.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eRw202ACXgQ/TniZzPArC9I/AAAAAAAABNI/1ppSYNYp9Og/s400/DSC01265.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OuQHmTtefsY/TniZzVnRm-I/AAAAAAAABNQ/xM2Zo9Skmbg/s1600/DSC01268.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OuQHmTtefsY/TniZzVnRm-I/AAAAAAAABNQ/xM2Zo9Skmbg/s400/DSC01268.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My little songbird and violin princess Ria.&amp;nbsp; Both kids want to be professional musicians someday, but I really don't mind if they would take degrees that would not necessarily be related to music.&amp;nbsp; Both hubby and I are supportive of what they want to be when they grow up!&amp;nbsp;  They could be one of those &lt;a href="http://www.techcareers.com/jobsearch/technology/system-support-documentation/default.asp?job=project+manager"&gt;Project Manager Jobs&lt;/a&gt; if they want.  As to their music, it is always best that they upgrade and learn as much as they can.  That's why even though it's a bit out of our budget, we always see to it that Ria gets her violin lessons.  She wants to play the piano as well.  &lt;i&gt;Hmm&lt;/i&gt;, I really think hubby and I need to work harder, especially now that&amp;nbsp;  Roi wants to learn an instrument too!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rayagreogorio.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/301/CCE19A4CDE5568A7DAA0C62356DAA1D5.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359085988852147514-5602004677946277574?l=www.rayagregorio.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/feeds/5602004677946277574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2359085988852147514&amp;postID=5602004677946277574&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/5602004677946277574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/5602004677946277574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/2011/10/my-musical-family.html' title='My musical family'/><author><name>purethoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934152157896603139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAKgDT6tUnw/TJjpMIjk6JI/AAAAAAAAANk/FXU7zZ747ic/S220/me+and+joey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iCnqtX7n_Y0/TniZy_8lmRI/AAAAAAAABNA/P-bh9WO0A04/s72-c/DSC01266.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359085988852147514.post-7167158966747870277</id><published>2011-09-28T01:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T01:36:13.486-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laura Story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blessings'/><title type='text'>Blessings in disguise</title><content type='html'>I came across this beautiful song in youtube-- and somehow it just ministered greatly to my heart.I am quite overwhelmed with all the needs we have in the coming days.  I just felt so small and so incapable to surmount the challenges that lie ahead of us.  Sometimes I even have the tendency to be hopeless-- like I just feel so weak inside and I find myself doing nothing about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/1CSVqHcdhXQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what if the trials that we are undergoing right now are instrumental to take us higher in the faith?  What if these pains and tears would be stepping stones to a higher ground, where we could see God's big picture a lot clearer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear of so many teachings about prosperity and healing and no, I don't have any questions about that.  I heard someone say, "If we pray for the sick and he does not recover, we should not stop until we see that person healed." Well, if that's the person's faith and that's the Lord's clear instructions, then by all means we do not stop praying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at the same time, I have seen good, godly people taken away by the Lord because of sickness.  I have seen people who walk godly lives but had to go through trials of financial lack, but these things do not stop them from obeying and loving the Lord.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bottomline is, we could never dictate God. We could not put Him in a box and predict what He is going to do next.  Mind you, what if these trials are indeed blessings in disguise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rayagreogorio.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/301/CCE19A4CDE5568A7DAA0C62356DAA1D5.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359085988852147514-7167158966747870277?l=www.rayagregorio.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/feeds/7167158966747870277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2359085988852147514&amp;postID=7167158966747870277&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/7167158966747870277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/7167158966747870277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/2011/09/blessings-in-disguise.html' title='Blessings in disguise'/><author><name>purethoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934152157896603139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAKgDT6tUnw/TJjpMIjk6JI/AAAAAAAAANk/FXU7zZ747ic/S220/me+and+joey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/1CSVqHcdhXQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359085988852147514.post-6310966869262559270</id><published>2011-09-26T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T08:36:13.329-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Giveaways'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Digital Scrapbook software'/><title type='text'>The Learning Center's Giveaway</title><content type='html'>Scrapbooking and card making is one of my mom's hobbies.  As kids she taught us how to mix and match, and make colorful cards for all occasions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this electronic age, however, we have forgotten to do scrapbooking-- we have learned to decorate our blogs instead! I am joining Ruth's &lt;a href="http://www.thelearningcenterbkk.com/2011/09/my-memories-suite-digital-scrapbook-and.html"&gt;My Memories Suite Digital Scrapbook software giveaway&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;I hope to make beautiful digital scrapbooks using this very useful software!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rayagreogorio.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/301/CCE19A4CDE5568A7DAA0C62356DAA1D5.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359085988852147514-6310966869262559270?l=www.rayagregorio.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/feeds/6310966869262559270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2359085988852147514&amp;postID=6310966869262559270&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/6310966869262559270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/6310966869262559270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/2011/09/learning-centers-giveaway.html' title='The Learning Center&apos;s Giveaway'/><author><name>purethoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934152157896603139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAKgDT6tUnw/TJjpMIjk6JI/AAAAAAAAANk/FXU7zZ747ic/S220/me+and+joey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359085988852147514.post-1760248858429951448</id><published>2011-09-24T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T02:57:39.579-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scripture and Snapshot'/><title type='text'>Scripture and a snapshot: Be still before the Lord</title><content type='html'>&lt;img height="400" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/166669_1562451942572_1273553243_1270675_3702926_n.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rayagreogorio.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/301/CCE19A4CDE5568A7DAA0C62356DAA1D5.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linking this post to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://katielloydphotography.blogspot.com/"&gt;SCRIPTURE AND A SNAPSHOT SUNDAY&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359085988852147514-1760248858429951448?l=www.rayagregorio.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/feeds/1760248858429951448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2359085988852147514&amp;postID=1760248858429951448&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/1760248858429951448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/1760248858429951448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/2011/09/scripture-and-snapshot-be-still-before.html' title='Scripture and a snapshot: Be still before the Lord'/><author><name>purethoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934152157896603139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAKgDT6tUnw/TJjpMIjk6JI/AAAAAAAAANk/FXU7zZ747ic/S220/me+and+joey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359085988852147514.post-7701538127265645108</id><published>2011-09-24T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T11:02:04.124-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jamie Grace'/><title type='text'>I love the way you hold me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ISgr8SgCYbY" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love this song.  I love it not just because it has a very "dance-able tune" but mainly because there is this sense of intimacy that really spoke greatly to my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;I love you more than the words that my brain can express&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;I cannot imagine even loving you less...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;This is so true to me right now, and I so agree with this prayer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rayagreogorio.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/301/CCE19A4CDE5568A7DAA0C62356DAA1D5.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359085988852147514-7701538127265645108?l=www.rayagregorio.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/feeds/7701538127265645108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2359085988852147514&amp;postID=7701538127265645108&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/7701538127265645108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/7701538127265645108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/2011/09/i-love-way-you-hold-me.html' title='I love the way you hold me!'/><author><name>purethoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934152157896603139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAKgDT6tUnw/TJjpMIjk6JI/AAAAAAAAANk/FXU7zZ747ic/S220/me+and+joey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ISgr8SgCYbY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359085988852147514.post-909806773989046932</id><published>2011-09-18T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T09:57:41.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My mom's 63rd</title><content type='html'>Don't you just love skype?  We had a wonderful chat with the family tonight and I just felt so nostalgic.  I miss my mom who is celebrating her 63rd birthday tomorrow. I want to hug and kiss her on her special day but some things are just not possible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what is it with moms that you just miss.  I miss that connection that I could only find in her.  She is one tough woman, one that does not talk much but when she does, she means what she says.  She is &amp;nbsp;broken, down-to-earth and humble, one that couples her prayers with tears.  How I miss those chats with her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma, we may not be there when you celebrate your 63rd birthday but this is to let you know how proud I am to be your daughter.  I wish I am like you in so many ways... so gentle yet strong, so busy yet calm and relaxed, so quiet yet your silence speaks so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss you... and love you very much. &amp;nbsp;You will always be my hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rayagreogorio.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/301/CCE19A4CDE5568A7DAA0C62356DAA1D5.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359085988852147514-909806773989046932?l=www.rayagregorio.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/feeds/909806773989046932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2359085988852147514&amp;postID=909806773989046932&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/909806773989046932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/909806773989046932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/2011/09/my-moms-63rd.html' title='My mom&apos;s 63rd'/><author><name>purethoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934152157896603139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAKgDT6tUnw/TJjpMIjk6JI/AAAAAAAAANk/FXU7zZ747ic/S220/me+and+joey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359085988852147514.post-6314755445229859147</id><published>2011-09-17T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T22:20:45.104-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='True love waits'/><title type='text'>Worth the wait</title><content type='html'>It grieves me how many of our commercials are actually promoting pre-marital and free sex. I have to ask Ria, who is very much a music lover the lyrics of the songs she sings.  Music and media are very effective tools to impart a message. When I was in grade school I loved to dance during school events and we had this little dance group. We always danced to the music of Madonna and Cindy Lauper.  When I listen to those songs today I cringe. I was 11 and was singing those very songs that clearly promoted sexual promiscuity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across this ad in our home country that impressed me.  Now this is the kind of ad our youth need today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/SRcF_ElS-qo" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translation:  Father sees an ad in the newspaper saying 1 of every 4 teens engage in pre-marital sex.  He mentioned that in their time, he and his wife had to be married before engaging in sex. The youngster said his friends believe that a true man has to be "baptized" before getting married, in other words have to have a sexual experience.  Mom nervously asks, "What do &lt;b&gt;you&lt;/b&gt; say?". &amp;nbsp;The youngster replied, "a true man knows how to wait." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not agree more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preach it, boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rayagreogorio.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/301/CCE19A4CDE5568A7DAA0C62356DAA1D5.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359085988852147514-6314755445229859147?l=www.rayagregorio.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/feeds/6314755445229859147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2359085988852147514&amp;postID=6314755445229859147&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/6314755445229859147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/6314755445229859147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/2011/09/worth-wait.html' title='Worth the wait'/><author><name>purethoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934152157896603139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAKgDT6tUnw/TJjpMIjk6JI/AAAAAAAAANk/FXU7zZ747ic/S220/me+and+joey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/SRcF_ElS-qo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359085988852147514.post-5040643687694685124</id><published>2011-09-17T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T05:52:48.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Resting in His Grace</title><content type='html'>Lately I feel like I have been fighting too many battles. For those who don't know our family, we are a family of Cholerics.  I am a certified Sanguine with a choleric blend, so that makes me a little less strong than my siblings.  I guess it's a gift.  In our house, no one is afraid to speak out what's in your mind.  Although as kids we were generally afraid of our father who by the way is the father of all cholerics, we have outgrown that fear when we were adults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said my being a Sanguine is a gift.  I guess I have been given that ability to somehow pacify things.  When everybody else seems to be shouting, I could find a joke somewhere!  I remember being a listener to my siblings.  I am a Sanguine so naturally I love to talk, but when my older brothers had issue with my father before, I was the one who listened to them--at separate times, with different issues.  I guess it's one of the blessings being a middle child, too.  I seem to know first what's going on.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I am here in Thailand, I still want to fill that role.  I still want to listen.  I still want to know.  I still want to care, and I still want to pacify things when there is just too much heaviness in the hearts of my loved ones.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our family is going through a lot of crises these days.  Many times I just find myself crying because in my heart of hearts, I want to be there.  But I can't.  Inasmuch as I want to help, I could only do so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joey had to remind me to just rest in His Grace, in His promises, in His peace.  Times like these, I could never take the place of God who is the source of all comfort.  And I have to remind myself constantly that even if I was there with my family, I could never, ever take His place-- not in my lifetime, nor in the life after this life.  It would be a huge mistake if I even dare to try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is God, and He knows what He is doing.  He knows how much I love my family and how much I care... but then again, what is this love I have compared to His?  With that truth, my heart can rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rayagreogorio.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/301/CCE19A4CDE5568A7DAA0C62356DAA1D5.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359085988852147514-5040643687694685124?l=www.rayagregorio.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/feeds/5040643687694685124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2359085988852147514&amp;postID=5040643687694685124&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/5040643687694685124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/5040643687694685124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/2011/09/resting-in-his-grace.html' title='Resting in His Grace'/><author><name>purethoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934152157896603139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAKgDT6tUnw/TJjpMIjk6JI/AAAAAAAAANk/FXU7zZ747ic/S220/me+and+joey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359085988852147514.post-7508061478989388898</id><published>2011-09-13T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T09:28:20.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our little explorer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_PpsqUon_8I/Tm-CBx_OBII/AAAAAAAABLQ/7nAGBL8nelk/s1600/DSC01028.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_PpsqUon_8I/Tm-CBx_OBII/AAAAAAAABLQ/7nAGBL8nelk/s640/DSC01028.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't he cute? &amp;nbsp;This is Roi doing one of his "explorations" during our field trip/ PE time with other homeschoolers. Roi is always fond of discovering new things, and he often sees little details that we usually don't see. &amp;nbsp;He sees rock and cloud formations, and notices shapes right away. &amp;nbsp;I wonder what he would be when he grows up. &amp;nbsp;He seems to like everything! &amp;nbsp;He loves music, too. &amp;nbsp;In fact lately he has been memorizing songs, and is "learning" how to play the guitar. &amp;nbsp;"Learning" means just strumming and singing to it. &amp;nbsp;There is no proper tune, actually but you can see his interest in music. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure if he is into sports, since both hubby and I are not sporty at all. Of course we want him to learn a sport but we are &amp;nbsp;not sure what he'd like to learn first. I'm sure he'd look good wearing &lt;a href="http://www.theequestriancorner.com/"&gt;breeches&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and ride on horses. &amp;nbsp;But of course it's really up for him to decide what sport he'd like to learn and master. &amp;nbsp;As for hubby and I, we are here to support our little explorer's dreams!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rayagreogorio.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/301/CCE19A4CDE5568A7DAA0C62356DAA1D5.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359085988852147514-7508061478989388898?l=www.rayagregorio.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/feeds/7508061478989388898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2359085988852147514&amp;postID=7508061478989388898&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/7508061478989388898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/7508061478989388898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/2011/09/our-little-explorer.html' title='Our little explorer'/><author><name>purethoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934152157896603139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAKgDT6tUnw/TJjpMIjk6JI/AAAAAAAAANk/FXU7zZ747ic/S220/me+and+joey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_PpsqUon_8I/Tm-CBx_OBII/AAAAAAAABLQ/7nAGBL8nelk/s72-c/DSC01028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359085988852147514.post-7480499385891778401</id><published>2011-09-13T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T09:08:59.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Batteries that last</title><content type='html'>Don't you wish batteries would last a little bit longer than expected?  Nothing could be more frustrating than when your batteries run out when you need them the most. A camera battery could run out in the middle of an interesting and enjoyable photo shoot with family and friends.  Your cellphone battery could be empty before you could make that important phone call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you wish there are also  &lt;a href="http://www.thesource.ca/estore/category.aspx?language=en-CA&amp;catalog=Online&amp;category=Rechargable+Batteries"&gt;rechargeable aa batteries&lt;/a&gt;?  You don't have to buy batteries for your wall clock or your flashlight.  Mind you, these non-rechargeable batteries do not really last that long.  Sure rechargeable batteries would be more expensive than the non-rechargeable ones, but you could save along the way since you  don't have to buy new ones every so often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rechargeable batteries are actually the batteries that you've always wanted.  Ones that last, and ones that would serve you just when you need them the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rayagreogorio.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/301/CCE19A4CDE5568A7DAA0C62356DAA1D5.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359085988852147514-7480499385891778401?l=www.rayagregorio.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/feeds/7480499385891778401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2359085988852147514&amp;postID=7480499385891778401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/7480499385891778401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/7480499385891778401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/2011/09/batteries-that-last.html' title='Batteries that last'/><author><name>purethoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934152157896603139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAKgDT6tUnw/TJjpMIjk6JI/AAAAAAAAANk/FXU7zZ747ic/S220/me+and+joey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359085988852147514.post-3530658677450156975</id><published>2011-09-13T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T08:55:30.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Up North or Down South?</title><content type='html'>One of the things I really like about Thailand is that it is such a huge land mass you could just go up north or go down south on a bus.  Of course there are always cheap flights available, but if you are up for a land trip adventure, you would see much of the country in three days.  I have been both to the north and south, but I have to say there's a lot in Thailand that I have yet to see!  So many beaches to bask at, and so much historical places to go to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be great to have a recreational vehicle.  Of course you have to think about &lt;a href="http://www.goodsamrvinsurance.com/"&gt;motorhome insurance&lt;/a&gt;, but the fun you'd get would be worth it.  Having an insured RV would also be best-- going on a holiday does not excuse us from accidents that could happen along the way, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you'd ask me where our family would rather go if we'd have a chance?  Maybe I'll go down south. The kids love the beach and I would love to explore those beautiful islands there myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ut7qQKTYJWQ/Tm98ChA3KYI/AAAAAAAABLI/10M5CrNd9UI/s1600/DSC07688.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ut7qQKTYJWQ/Tm98ChA3KYI/AAAAAAAABLI/10M5CrNd9UI/s200/DSC07688.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koh Lipe: one of the most beautiful beaches I have seen. I have gone thre last summer with friends, but I want to take the family there next time. &amp;nbsp; This is of course just one of the beaches &amp;nbsp;located in the South of Thailand-- I can't wait to explore those other islands. I just need time and yes, money! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rayagreogorio.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/301/CCE19A4CDE5568A7DAA0C62356DAA1D5.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359085988852147514-3530658677450156975?l=www.rayagregorio.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/feeds/3530658677450156975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2359085988852147514&amp;postID=3530658677450156975&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/3530658677450156975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/3530658677450156975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/2011/09/up-north-or-down-south.html' title='Up North or Down South?'/><author><name>purethoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934152157896603139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAKgDT6tUnw/TJjpMIjk6JI/AAAAAAAAANk/FXU7zZ747ic/S220/me+and+joey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ut7qQKTYJWQ/Tm98ChA3KYI/AAAAAAAABLI/10M5CrNd9UI/s72-c/DSC07688.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359085988852147514.post-4296435140887679267</id><published>2011-09-10T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T09:47:45.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>9/11:  Who would forget?</title><content type='html'>I can remember it so clearly like it only happened yesterday.  Then 8 months heavy with Ria, I bumped my bulging belly into a table as I ran to see CNN live.  It's something you would see in movies, but it's hard to believe it could happen in real life.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/-4OeYvOdL8o" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9/11 will never be forgotten.  I am not an American, but I grieved at the thought of so many thousands of people perish that day.  They will long be remembered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard to believe it has been 10 years.  I wonder how many families have lost moms, dads, uncles and aunts, fiances... best friends, neighbors.  10 years is a long time, but i believe thousands are still hurting at the thought of 9/11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call this pure coincidence, but our family too, has a 9/11 tale.  No, it's not a terrorist attack or anything that sad.  Dawn of 9/11 two years ago, we set foot on Thailand.  I remember seeing those bright orange lights as our plane hovered over Bangkok.  The kids and Joey were fast asleep, but I was waiting for that "thud"--that moment when the plane touches the runway.  I want to be fully awake when it happens.  And when it did, I sang this song in worship:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/YtunJu6mVjo" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this time of night two years ago I was on a plane, with mixed emotions but with a heart filled with worship. Tearfully I prayed.  I was overwhelmed with the vastness of Bangkok. I felt so little. I did not know where exactly our new home was going to be.  But I knew for sure, that when the plane hit that runway, I was in the right place.  And only God knew what was ahead.  Two years and counting... 9/11 will forever be remembered.  Part of me grieved at the thought of those who died at New York and Pennsylvania tragedies, but a huge part of me is looking forward to the things are yet to unfold.  More 9/11's in the years to come.  I am ready for more.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rayagreogorio.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/301/CCE19A4CDE5568A7DAA0C62356DAA1D5.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359085988852147514-4296435140887679267?l=www.rayagregorio.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/feeds/4296435140887679267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2359085988852147514&amp;postID=4296435140887679267&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/4296435140887679267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/4296435140887679267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/2011/09/911-who-would-forget.html' title='9/11:  Who would forget?'/><author><name>purethoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934152157896603139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAKgDT6tUnw/TJjpMIjk6JI/AAAAAAAAANk/FXU7zZ747ic/S220/me+and+joey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/-4OeYvOdL8o/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359085988852147514.post-7821461887482108315</id><published>2011-09-08T03:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T03:41:42.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tea Talk:  Exciting Three Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZCwNqGr80pE/TmiT-IgL5cI/AAAAAAAABLA/dngvzUH5OTo/s1600/DSC01092.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZCwNqGr80pE/TmiT-IgL5cI/AAAAAAAABLA/dngvzUH5OTo/s400/DSC01092.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;My drink&lt;/b&gt; is Pepsi from Dunkin' Donuts. &amp;nbsp;I had this drink with my hubby last week-- I took this photo specifically for Tea Talk but I wasn't able to join that time, so I'm sharing it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm feeling&lt;/b&gt; excited for the next three consecutive days! Visa run tomorrow and Teacher's Training two days after that-- I know it is going to be tiring and busy three days but over all I am still excited. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;On my mind&lt;/b&gt; are many things: first, our exit out of the country tomorrow. &amp;nbsp;After close to being two years here in Thailand, &amp;nbsp;this will be the first time for us to have this visa run. &amp;nbsp;I am excited to able to set foot on Cambodia, but it's a shame it's rather short. I know it's going to be a tiring trip, so I tried to get enough rest today while hubby had to run and process the needed documents for our exit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I am also thinking a lot about the &amp;nbsp;upcoming teacher's training that we will help facilitate this Saturday and Sunday. It is just so good to be a blessing to the local teachers here in Thailand. &amp;nbsp;I am also looking forward to making new friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Thank you [Ate] Ruth for hosting Tea Talk this week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rayagreogorio.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/301/CCE19A4CDE5568A7DAA0C62356DAA1D5.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359085988852147514-7821461887482108315?l=www.rayagregorio.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/feeds/7821461887482108315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2359085988852147514&amp;postID=7821461887482108315&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/7821461887482108315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/7821461887482108315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/2011/09/tea-talk-exciting-three-days.html' title='Tea Talk:  Exciting Three Days'/><author><name>purethoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934152157896603139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAKgDT6tUnw/TJjpMIjk6JI/AAAAAAAAANk/FXU7zZ747ic/S220/me+and+joey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZCwNqGr80pE/TmiT-IgL5cI/AAAAAAAABLA/dngvzUH5OTo/s72-c/DSC01092.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359085988852147514.post-699154692296887629</id><published>2011-09-06T04:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T04:41:14.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not fun anymore</title><content type='html'>My friend J once wrote a post about this-- When facebook is not fun anymore.  I agree.  Sometimes I wish I create an account where all I had were just my friends.  Wait. Are those supposed to be there all my friends?  You mean all 1,122 of them?  Errr... in Facebook terms, yes but no, they are actually not.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why did I accept them? That's the thing.  I wish I didn't. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rayagreogorio.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/301/CCE19A4CDE5568A7DAA0C62356DAA1D5.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359085988852147514-699154692296887629?l=www.rayagregorio.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/feeds/699154692296887629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2359085988852147514&amp;postID=699154692296887629&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/699154692296887629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/699154692296887629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/2011/09/its-not-fun-anymore.html' title='It&apos;s not fun anymore'/><author><name>purethoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934152157896603139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAKgDT6tUnw/TJjpMIjk6JI/AAAAAAAAANk/FXU7zZ747ic/S220/me+and+joey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359085988852147514.post-8406665913634385004</id><published>2011-09-06T03:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T03:52:20.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There's always a first time... and a second!</title><content type='html'>I'm talking about joining giveaways.  I am not so good at following instructions or sometimes my mind just shuts down anyway... so when I see my blogger friends throwing a giveaway and the instructions are long and complicated, you'd guess what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sure there is always a first time.  Mine was a long, long time ago.  And this is my second.  Ruby of&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://wandermoi.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Wandering Thoughts&lt;/a&gt;, is throwing a mini-giveaway and I am here to support! Yay! (and to hope to win, of course!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not very good (or lucky) to win give aways, but then again... who knows? &amp;nbsp;there will always be a first time! Hope this would be mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rayagreogorio.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/301/CCE19A4CDE5568A7DAA0C62356DAA1D5.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359085988852147514-8406665913634385004?l=www.rayagregorio.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/feeds/8406665913634385004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2359085988852147514&amp;postID=8406665913634385004&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/8406665913634385004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/8406665913634385004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/2011/09/theres-always-first-time-and-second.html' title='There&apos;s always a first time... and a second!'/><author><name>purethoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934152157896603139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAKgDT6tUnw/TJjpMIjk6JI/AAAAAAAAANk/FXU7zZ747ic/S220/me+and+joey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359085988852147514.post-6677753916554641425</id><published>2011-08-26T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T01:37:11.814-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Staying fit and healthy'/><title type='text'>Let's get physical!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;We went to the King's Park again today with our homeschoolers. &amp;nbsp;Instead of their usual Fridays at the pool for their Physical Education, we went to the park and exercised there. &amp;nbsp;Of course that was just part of the trip. &amp;nbsp;We had other activities that really made the trip fun! &amp;nbsp;I would have to write another post for that. &amp;nbsp;This is about "getting physical"-- boy, it was great to just sweat out! &amp;nbsp;I feel healthy. &amp;nbsp;Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="400" id="myphoto" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/315760_1949530019282_1273553243_1750138_361322_n.jpg" style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="293" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Joey and Roi&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img aria-labeledby="photocaption" height="400" id="myphoto" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/319328_1949522379091_1273553243_1750116_4164459_n.jpg" style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;" width="292" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our boy Roi on this thing that does a good massage on the back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; background-color: #f2f2f2; color: #3b5998; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img aria-labeledby="photocaption" height="400" id="myphoto" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/262435_1949527819227_1273553243_1750132_3504884_n.jpg" style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="293" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Ria and me&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f2f2f2; color: #3b5998; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f2f2f2; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="font-size: 13px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a aria-describedby="Next" href="https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=1750134&amp;amp;id=1273553243" id="myphotolink" style="color: #3b5998; cursor: pointer; display: table; margin-bottom: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: auto; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;img height="300" id="myphoto" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/315892_1949533139360_1273553243_1750148_7587752_n.jpg" style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; float: left;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 13px; text-align: center;"&gt;Trying hard to be fit: Joey and me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 13px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;At&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;our age, hubby and I need to have regular exercise. Both of us are not sporty so I guess it would be best that we either find a good sport to regularly play or go to the gym. It would take a lot of discipline, but when it comes to health, it is top priority, right? Both of us do not have serious weight problems, so we don't need any of those&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://weightlosspills.org/"&gt;weight loss pills&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;yet. I hope we could do this thing religiously and pass on the legacy of healthy living to our kids!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; background-color: #f2f2f2; color: #3b5998; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f2f2f2; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="UIStandardFrame_Content" style="float: left; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; width: 720px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="clearfix" id="photoborder" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #f2f2f2; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; margin-bottom: 17px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 8px; position: relative; text-align: center; zoom: 1;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359085988852147514-6677753916554641425?l=www.rayagregorio.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/feeds/6677753916554641425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2359085988852147514&amp;postID=6677753916554641425&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/6677753916554641425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/6677753916554641425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/2011/08/lets-get-physical.html' title='Let&apos;s get physical!'/><author><name>purethoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934152157896603139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAKgDT6tUnw/TJjpMIjk6JI/AAAAAAAAANk/FXU7zZ747ic/S220/me+and+joey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359085988852147514.post-3903925871001143111</id><published>2011-08-24T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T21:42:47.420-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home made pancakes'/><title type='text'>Happy Kitchen!</title><content type='html'>Although I am not really a "kitchen person", I was really wanting a spacious kitchen when we were looking for a house.  you see, my man also cooks.  So if we both cook at the same time, it would be very crowded if we had a small kitchen.  Having two chefs in the house is both fun and annoying.  LOL! ;)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kidding aside, I really appreciate hubby's cooking skills and his ability to help me with the chores in the house.  So I am so happy about our kitchen-- it's not only spacious, it is also well-lighted and I love the &lt;a href="http://www.siennasinks.com/double-bowl-undermount-sinks.php"&gt;double bowl undermount sink&lt;/a&gt; and tiles.  It's so easy to clean and manage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also happy that our girl is also into cooking.  Well, maybe baking.  She loves to make pancakes and two days ago, she made us a delicious banana cream pie.  We had to modify the recipe and the way it was done, but it was still a treat!  I hope we could buy a good oven one of these days so that Ria can explore more on her baking skills!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; background-color: #f2f2f2; color: #3b5998; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;img aria-labeledby="photocaption" height="180" id="myphoto" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/253690_1758415681543_1273553243_1551926_2274854_n.jpg" style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; float: left;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; background-color: #f2f2f2; color: #3b5998; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;img aria-labeledby="photocaption" height="240" id="myphoto" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/302151_1938616706456_1273553243_1736712_2307458_n.jpg" style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; float: left;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; background-color: #f2f2f2; color: #3b5998; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ria's pancakes: the first photo is her "ordinary" pancake. With the second, she got a little creative and playful. "Mickey pancakes," she fondly calls it. &amp;nbsp;Clever, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; background-color: #f2f2f2; color: #3b5998; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; background-color: #f2f2f2; color: #3b5998; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; background-color: #f2f2f2; color: #3b5998; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; background-color: #f2f2f2; color: #3b5998; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; background-color: #f2f2f2; color: #3b5998; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359085988852147514-3903925871001143111?l=www.rayagregorio.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/feeds/3903925871001143111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2359085988852147514&amp;postID=3903925871001143111&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/3903925871001143111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/3903925871001143111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/2011/08/happy-kitchen.html' title='Happy Kitchen!'/><author><name>purethoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934152157896603139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAKgDT6tUnw/TJjpMIjk6JI/AAAAAAAAANk/FXU7zZ747ic/S220/me+and+joey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359085988852147514.post-6637368067302501196</id><published>2011-08-21T04:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T01:55:12.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another blog?</title><content type='html'>I have 10 blogs.  That is probably too many for some, but for some people that I know, that's not really a lot.  First of all, when I first heard of the word blogging, it had the word "paid" before it.  "Paid blogging" were two words I was so determined doing 2 years ago.  I had no idea how to create a blog account I had to email my friend to make me one.  I did not know how to upload photos.  I did not know anything, but I tried, and tried some more.  That's exactly 2 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I came to Thailand, I was more in touch with friends who blogged. I kept learning, and asking, and trying.  No, please don't misunderstand me to be very materialistic to want to do paid blogging.  I know I could write, and to be paid for what you like doing is not such a bad idea, is it?  &lt;b&gt;Plus we do need the income.  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short, I was told just to keep writing posts.  Keep my blog active and submit it to companies who hired paid bloggers.  So I wrote.  About anything.  About my thoughts, particularly. I found pleasure in writing down my &amp;nbsp;thoughts. &amp;nbsp;Sometimes I just got so lost with it I actually forgot about the money. &amp;nbsp;On this very blog, I have my deepest desires, my bitterest frustrations, my highest hopes and dreams written.  Some liked it, some said I was too honest.  So I quit being too honest.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now came my opportunity to be a paid blogger.  Maybe after almost a year of trying.  My posts were about products, it became senseless, boring and readers were looking for that honest to goodness posts.  I am confused.  If I become too honest, I get told I should not be.  If I write posts without too much sense in exchange for money,  It's not liked either (obviously- I don't like them myself)-- LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, 9 of my 10 blogs are earning. I am so far from being a millionaire, so this is not meant to boast. &amp;nbsp;It's because I know of some people who could not imagine being paid to blog. &amp;nbsp;I have read blogs about it-- some people think it's the stupidest thing in the world. &amp;nbsp;Well, I have to say that I am not earning that much yet, but I can't begin to tell you how this thing has helped us financially. &amp;nbsp;It has helped us pay our bills and rent, put food on our table... countless times. &amp;nbsp;I mean countless. &amp;nbsp;For those who think this is the stupidest thing a blogger can do, I say I am just a woman who loves to write, one who is in need of money to get by. &amp;nbsp;*smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in all honesty, I miss my posts from the heart.  Thus the title-- should I or should I not make another blog for this? &amp;nbsp; I am seriously thinking of making an 11th. I don't mind if there are no followers.  I don't care if no one reads them.  I don't mind if it has no PR or that it does not earn.  I long for those honest posts again.  I long to be  able to just let out what's in my heart of hearts. This blog is supposed to be about my thoughts... about everything that is in my heart. &amp;nbsp;But like I said, there are too many people who read this. &amp;nbsp;I am not supposed to disclose certain things, I should not be too honest... I am blogging too much about me... blah-blah. &amp;nbsp;So I don't know what will become of this blog. &amp;nbsp;You will definitely see some paid posts here, some thoughts here and there, but those would be edited and reedited. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I long to be honest again, to admit my frailties, to express what I want to write-- to not fear nor be apprehensive about what people say. &amp;nbsp;I want to go on with paid blogging but I also want to go back to why blogging was meant to be. &amp;nbsp;So, I guess the 11th blog would be a good idea. &amp;nbsp;If you want to know this blog's name and its URL, go look for it in the world wide web-- because baby, I am not telling anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rayagreogorio.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/301/CCE19A4CDE5568A7DAA0C62356DAA1D5.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359085988852147514-6637368067302501196?l=www.rayagregorio.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/feeds/6637368067302501196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2359085988852147514&amp;postID=6637368067302501196&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/6637368067302501196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/6637368067302501196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/2011/08/another-blog.html' title='Another blog?'/><author><name>purethoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934152157896603139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAKgDT6tUnw/TJjpMIjk6JI/AAAAAAAAANk/FXU7zZ747ic/S220/me+and+joey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359085988852147514.post-2046945816247642085</id><published>2011-08-19T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T10:04:26.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New friends</title><content type='html'>I am once again late for Tea talk, but I just could not let this week pass without joining this meme hosted by [Ate] Ruth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xChEB9kuKUo/Tk6TAqCISCI/AAAAAAAABH8/VNfJqDx4oxk/s1600/DSC00939.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xChEB9kuKUo/Tk6TAqCISCI/AAAAAAAABH8/VNfJqDx4oxk/s400/DSC00939.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;My drink&lt;/b&gt; is kiwi with lemon grass tea-- I ate this banana cupcakes with it. &amp;nbsp;I actually shared this treat with my co-workers at our English center last Thursday afternoon. &amp;nbsp;We had a good time chatting while waiting for our students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I feel&lt;/b&gt; very fulfilled to see 3 more students that came to our English class that day. &amp;nbsp;There's actually this girl that called me one time. She saw our advertisement posted on the wall in one of the local stores. &amp;nbsp;I kept following her up since she said she was interested to learn English. &amp;nbsp;She said "yes" every time but never came. Last Thursday I decided not to call her anymore and what a surprise it was to see her with 2 of her friends! &amp;nbsp;I can tell they really enjoyed the class and promised to come back next week. &amp;nbsp;I made friends with them, and my caller in particular wrote this note on the "freedom wall" in our classroom:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dtOtCWxrUSY/Tk6UtqcR3CI/AAAAAAAABIA/oGOL4jNeAc8/s1600/DSC00941.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dtOtCWxrUSY/Tk6UtqcR3CI/AAAAAAAABIA/oGOL4jNeAc8/s400/DSC00941.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! It felt so good to see my name on that "thank you" note right there. It's such a joy to have new friends and this lady in particular, has promised to teach me how to cook my favorite Thai foods on one of these weekends! &amp;nbsp;I am so looking forward to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;On my mind&lt;/b&gt; are lots of things (as always!): &amp;nbsp;I think I am quite worried about our visa fees and having to exit out of the country early next month. &amp;nbsp;A one year visa costs a lot for the whole family but then again, when I look back and see how the Lord has provided for our needs, I am so ashamed to doubt what He can do for us time and again. &amp;nbsp;I cannot say that my faith is that strong, but I do have some stories of miracles that God has done for us. &amp;nbsp;These stories, aside from His promises in His Word keep my faith strong each time I tend to worry and doubt. I am also filled with praises at how He has given us the creativity to make crafts and how He has provided for the materials to make them. &amp;nbsp;I excited to make crafts tomorrow with [Ate] Ruth and kids. &amp;nbsp;These crafts that we'll be making will also be for the &amp;nbsp;charity&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://happycommunityfoundation.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;foundation&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; where we work. &amp;nbsp;His promise is to bless the work of our hands! (Deut. 28:12c)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rayagreogorio.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/301/CCE19A4CDE5568A7DAA0C62356DAA1D5.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shared for: &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://celebratefriendship-ruth.blogspot.com/"&gt;TEA TALK THURSDAYS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359085988852147514-2046945816247642085?l=www.rayagregorio.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/feeds/2046945816247642085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2359085988852147514&amp;postID=2046945816247642085&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/2046945816247642085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/2046945816247642085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/2011/08/new-friends.html' title='New friends'/><author><name>purethoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934152157896603139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAKgDT6tUnw/TJjpMIjk6JI/AAAAAAAAANk/FXU7zZ747ic/S220/me+and+joey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xChEB9kuKUo/Tk6TAqCISCI/AAAAAAAABH8/VNfJqDx4oxk/s72-c/DSC00939.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359085988852147514.post-2817155346038525720</id><published>2011-08-14T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T02:20:39.181-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scripture and Snapshot'/><title type='text'>Scripture and a Snapshot- Matthew 6:29</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/281609_1924886723215_1273553243_1720890_992406_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="280" id="myphoto" labeledby="photocaption" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/281609_1924886723215_1273553243_1720890_992406_n.jpg" style="background-color: white; border-width: 0px; text-align: center;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f2f2f2; color: #3b5998; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beauty of these flowers greatly display the might of our Heavenly Father, and His desire to take care of us--- to clothe us, to feed us, to see to it that we won't go hungry and are safe.  With all the things that God has done, how could I possibly doubt Him at this time?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rayagreogorio.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/301/CCE19A4CDE5568A7DAA0C62356DAA1D5.png" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border: 0pt none ! important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shared for:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://katielloydphotography.blogspot.com/search/label/Scripture%20and%20a%20Snapshot"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4152/5005740786_2337690f81_m.jpg" width="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359085988852147514-2817155346038525720?l=www.rayagregorio.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/feeds/2817155346038525720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2359085988852147514&amp;postID=2817155346038525720&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/2817155346038525720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/2817155346038525720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/2011/08/scripture-and-snapshot-matthew-629.html' title='Scripture and a Snapshot- Matthew 6:29'/><author><name>purethoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934152157896603139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAKgDT6tUnw/TJjpMIjk6JI/AAAAAAAAANk/FXU7zZ747ic/S220/me+and+joey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4152/5005740786_2337690f81_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359085988852147514.post-1581823416412954880</id><published>2011-08-12T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T07:10:08.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tea Talk:  Excited for new beginnings</title><content type='html'>Oops, I can see I am so late for Tea Talk-- but since the linky is still open, I thought I might as well join in!&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kaxAWsK0cwQ/TkUt8cPYIkI/AAAAAAAABH4/Z8VeiO0ZRxc/s1600/DSC00893.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kaxAWsK0cwQ/TkUt8cPYIkI/AAAAAAAABH4/Z8VeiO0ZRxc/s320/DSC00893.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639964624747504194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While waiting for our students in our &lt;a href="http://happycommunityfoundation.com/"&gt;English class&lt;/a&gt;, a precious lady came  and gave us these drinks.  She is such a generous soul-- bless her heart!  I had a hard time choosing which one should I drink. I chose this grape flavor, and (Ate) &lt;a href="http://celebratefriendship-ruth.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ruth&lt;/a&gt; helped me take a photo for my tea talk entry! Yay, Thanks, (Ate) Ruth! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am feeling  a little bit relaxed now.  The kids have been sick for the last two days but thank God they are a lot better now. I was able to rest with them this morning  so I am refreshed from all the challenges we had over the week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On my mind are many things:  how the Lord has dealt with my heart on so many things.  He has led me to a point of fully trusting Him no matter what comes our way.  I am so thankful at  how He has provided for daily needs... and always just at the right time.  Just like our host,  I am also excited for  new beginnings.  We do not see what lies ahead, but in our hearts, we know that the plans of the Lord will always be for our good and that He is faithful to complete what He has started in our lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rayagreogorio.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/301/CCE19A4CDE5568A7DAA0C62356DAA1D5.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359085988852147514-1581823416412954880?l=www.rayagregorio.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/feeds/1581823416412954880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2359085988852147514&amp;postID=1581823416412954880&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/1581823416412954880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/1581823416412954880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/2011/08/tea-talk-excited-for-new-beginnings.html' title='Tea Talk:  Excited for new beginnings'/><author><name>purethoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934152157896603139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAKgDT6tUnw/TJjpMIjk6JI/AAAAAAAAANk/FXU7zZ747ic/S220/me+and+joey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kaxAWsK0cwQ/TkUt8cPYIkI/AAAAAAAABH4/Z8VeiO0ZRxc/s72-c/DSC00893.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359085988852147514.post-866431802683345070</id><published>2011-08-07T03:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T02:22:35.398-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family vacation'/><title type='text'>Then and Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f2f2f2; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2730/87/30/1273553243/n1273553243_130592_515967.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" id="myphoto" labeledby="photocaption" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2730/87/30/1273553243/n1273553243_130592_515967.jpg" style="background-color: white; border-width: 0px; text-align: center;" width="371" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a photo of our young family shortly before we moved to Thailand almost two years ago.Wow,  how the kids have grown!  Our wrinkles and graying hairs are a given, of course. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f2f2f2; color: #3b5998; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/205965_1911936239461_1273553243_1705557_5706991_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" id="myphoto" labeledby="photocaption" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/205965_1911936239461_1273553243_1705557_5706991_n.jpg" style="background-color: white; border-width: 0px;" width="290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is one of our latest photos-- see? told you.. the kids have really grown tall, and so much has happened in two years!  We are really thinking of staying long term here in Thailand, and so lately we had to talk about things we have not really talked about in the last few months-- details on our budget, extra curricular activities for the kids, where they would possibly study High School/ University at... and even insurance and &lt;a href="http://www.wholesaleinsurance.net/annuities/"&gt;annuity&lt;/a&gt;.  I said our family was young when we came-- well, it is still is, but it won't be long 'til we will have teen-agers.  Like I always say, "time does not only fly, it zooms-- and it zooms really fast!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess we will just have to cross the bridge when we get there.  Meantime, I want to enjoy my time with our growing kids-- because when it comes to family, every moment counts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359085988852147514-866431802683345070?l=www.rayagregorio.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/feeds/866431802683345070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2359085988852147514&amp;postID=866431802683345070&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/866431802683345070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/866431802683345070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/2011/08/then-and-now.html' title='Then and Now'/><author><name>purethoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934152157896603139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAKgDT6tUnw/TJjpMIjk6JI/AAAAAAAAANk/FXU7zZ747ic/S220/me+and+joey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359085988852147514.post-7223165967940700600</id><published>2011-08-06T09:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T09:53:44.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scripture and a Snapshot:  John 10:14</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HDC7X6o8si4/Tj1wkODjgVI/AAAAAAAABHw/l-Skbn3AgQA/s1600/shepherd.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HDC7X6o8si4/Tj1wkODjgVI/AAAAAAAABHw/l-Skbn3AgQA/s400/shepherd.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637786076088336722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This verse has spoken a lot to me lately.  There are so many things in life that make us want to go our own way.  Oftentimes I lose focus.  I have a hard time meditating on His Word and His eternal promises.  I worry.  I want to decide based on my emotion.  But this verse is a wonderful reminder that the Shepherd takes good care of me, and if I am indeed His, I would hear Him.  I have decided, nothing will move me but the will of God.  Happy Sunday, everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shared for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://katielloydphotography.blogspot.com/search/label/Scripture%20and%20a%20Snapshot"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4152/5005740786_2337690f81_m.jpg" width="196" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rayagreogorio.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/301/CCE19A4CDE5568A7DAA0C62356DAA1D5.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359085988852147514-7223165967940700600?l=www.rayagregorio.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/feeds/7223165967940700600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2359085988852147514&amp;postID=7223165967940700600&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/7223165967940700600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/7223165967940700600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/2011/08/scripture-and-snapshot-john-1014.html' title='Scripture and a Snapshot:  John 10:14'/><author><name>purethoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934152157896603139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAKgDT6tUnw/TJjpMIjk6JI/AAAAAAAAANk/FXU7zZ747ic/S220/me+and+joey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HDC7X6o8si4/Tj1wkODjgVI/AAAAAAAABHw/l-Skbn3AgQA/s72-c/shepherd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359085988852147514.post-2580162675311170717</id><published>2011-08-05T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T20:34:22.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>High School Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Thanks to facebook, I got reconnected to my old High School buddies.  Reconnected after 20 years--- oh, the wonders of technology!  The first 5 years after High School graduation, we had regular batch reunions every 30th of December.  What fun times those were.. talking about university life, some brought their boyfriends or girlfriends along, some talked about their broken hearts, while others were teased about being loveless.  I did not have a boyfriend in my university years so I guess I was one of those. &lt;i&gt;Haha!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FqCGphRYK3U/Tjy19_Gtv7I/AAAAAAAABHo/jmQqhRY64Ic/s1600/47103_115792971807699_100001309906733_94989_1505539_n.jpg" style="font-style: italic; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FqCGphRYK3U/Tjy19_Gtv7I/AAAAAAAABHo/jmQqhRY64Ic/s400/47103_115792971807699_100001309906733_94989_1505539_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637580910077263794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This photo was taken 14 years ago, in one of those post-high school gatherings.  Happy times!  We did not have to think about bills, kids and lots of other responsibilities.  A few years after this photo was taken, I started to receive wedding invitations, got married myself... and soon started to receive &lt;a href="http://www.invitationbox.com/bach.html"&gt;Baptism invitations&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those happy reunions came to an end when less and less people could attend it, because many have gone out of the country, and there are more important things to attend to. But if we are to gather today, we would be talking about tuition fees, our kids, bills, debts, and some might even have serious marriage issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love being married and I love where our family is at now, but sometimes I just get nostalgic about those carefree days spent with friends.  Don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rayagreogorio.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/301/CCE19A4CDE5568A7DAA0C62356DAA1D5.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359085988852147514-2580162675311170717?l=www.rayagregorio.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/feeds/2580162675311170717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2359085988852147514&amp;postID=2580162675311170717&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/2580162675311170717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/2580162675311170717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/2011/08/high-school-buddies.html' title='High School Memories'/><author><name>purethoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934152157896603139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAKgDT6tUnw/TJjpMIjk6JI/AAAAAAAAANk/FXU7zZ747ic/S220/me+and+joey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FqCGphRYK3U/Tjy19_Gtv7I/AAAAAAAABHo/jmQqhRY64Ic/s72-c/47103_115792971807699_100001309906733_94989_1505539_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359085988852147514.post-5783197743238687426</id><published>2011-07-23T03:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T03:10:07.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I can only imagine</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/0xwzItqYmII" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is undoubtedly one of the songs that greatly touched my heart.  The other day I learned that my friend's dad passed away.  I wrote on her fb wall, "let us be assured that he is in a much better place."  But then I thought, "better place?"  THERE ARE NOT ENOUGH WORDS TO DESCRIBE HEAVEN AND THE PRESENCE OF THE LORD.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can only imagine what would it be like to finally see my Savior face to face!  That blessed hope keeps me going and strengthens me everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MY SHARE FOR:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://signsmiraclesandwonders.blogspot.com/2008/03/then-sings-my-soul-saturdays-inaugural.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LbcbA4xmEgs/R9L2sBkLVvI/AAAAAAAAAKI/wBr0rikJufE/s200/then_sings_my_soul.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rayagreogorio.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/301/CCE19A4CDE5568A7DAA0C62356DAA1D5.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359085988852147514-5783197743238687426?l=www.rayagregorio.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/feeds/5783197743238687426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2359085988852147514&amp;postID=5783197743238687426&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/5783197743238687426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/5783197743238687426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/2011/07/i-can-only-imagine.html' title='I can only imagine'/><author><name>purethoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934152157896603139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAKgDT6tUnw/TJjpMIjk6JI/AAAAAAAAANk/FXU7zZ747ic/S220/me+and+joey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/0xwzItqYmII/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359085988852147514.post-984045399046846294</id><published>2011-07-23T00:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T00:32:40.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A quiet Saturday</title><content type='html'>It's a quiet and restful Saturday.  As usual, I am having a glass of ice-cold water as I write this post.  Although it's not that hot today, it's still quite humid. I guess it's going to rain again before night comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a photo of my drink, but I am sharing this photo of our drinks when hubby and I had a date night last Thursday.  We had iced tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ja_ew6l36Zk/Tip3w_P_NbI/AAAAAAAABHY/Oe6ss24dhn0/s1600/DSC00301.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ja_ew6l36Zk/Tip3w_P_NbI/AAAAAAAABHY/Oe6ss24dhn0/s400/DSC00301.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632445967476143538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great time that night. It's been a while that hubby and I had not gone out on a date so I am grateful for friends who took care of the kids while we dined out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts are on my sister in-law who is having some personal problems right now.  I really love her and I want to be there for her at this very difficult time.  We have been in touch yesterday and I cannot help but just cry and pray for her.  I pray that she will find God's comfort in this time of trial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rayagreogorio.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/301/CCE19A4CDE5568A7DAA0C62356DAA1D5.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shared for:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://celebratefriendship-ruth.blogspot.com"&gt;TEA TALK&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you, (Ate) Ruth for hosting this meme!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359085988852147514-984045399046846294?l=www.rayagregorio.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/feeds/984045399046846294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2359085988852147514&amp;postID=984045399046846294&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/984045399046846294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/984045399046846294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/2011/07/quiet-saturday.html' title='A quiet Saturday'/><author><name>purethoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934152157896603139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAKgDT6tUnw/TJjpMIjk6JI/AAAAAAAAANk/FXU7zZ747ic/S220/me+and+joey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ja_ew6l36Zk/Tip3w_P_NbI/AAAAAAAABHY/Oe6ss24dhn0/s72-c/DSC00301.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359085988852147514.post-3125468052069282740</id><published>2011-07-23T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T00:14:15.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Modern way of shopping</title><content type='html'>Shopping used to take so much time-- for one, you have to go to a shopping center to choose products, compare prices and look at better brands.  Well, people still do it now but with the internet, shopping can be just a click away.  Everything is sold online now-- from food items to clothing and apparel, even second hand items are readily available on ebay at very reasonable prices.  Who would expect that time would come that you could even &lt;a href="http://www.famous-smoke.com/"&gt;order cigars online&lt;/a&gt;?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are still malls and huge shopping centers being constructed daily in all parts of the world.  But I wonder what would shopping be a decade from now?  Would people still walk through these malls and shop the traditional way or would they rather stay in their houses and shop online?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although more and more people shop online, I guess walking around malls also serve as a relaxation for most people.  So for me, I see myself both shopping online and doing it the traditional way.  How about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rayagreogorio.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/301/CCE19A4CDE5568A7DAA0C62356DAA1D5.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359085988852147514-3125468052069282740?l=www.rayagregorio.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/feeds/3125468052069282740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2359085988852147514&amp;postID=3125468052069282740&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/3125468052069282740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/3125468052069282740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/2011/07/modern-way-of-shopping.html' title='Modern way of shopping'/><author><name>purethoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934152157896603139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAKgDT6tUnw/TJjpMIjk6JI/AAAAAAAAANk/FXU7zZ747ic/S220/me+and+joey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359085988852147514.post-4012674583633494728</id><published>2011-07-15T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T08:29:22.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cyber "mission"</title><content type='html'>Xbox is perfect for the X Gen and younger enjoying the most out of Microsoft’s gaming gadget. We can’t blame its maker if some baby boomers are also hooked, it’s just a wonderful tool to let loose and de-stress from all the pressures from work.  It has great hardware and it goes with great peripherals that further enhance one’s gaming experience. To get into the world of games, &lt;a href="http://www.thesource.ca/estore/category.aspx?language=en-CA&amp;amp;catalog=Online&amp;amp;category=XBOX360_Accessories"&gt;xbox headset&lt;/a&gt; is the thing that makes this happen. Everyone around the house gets a fair share of peace while the gamer delves into a great cyber mission. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rayagreogorio.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/301/CCE19A4CDE5568A7DAA0C62356DAA1D5.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359085988852147514-4012674583633494728?l=www.rayagregorio.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/feeds/4012674583633494728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2359085988852147514&amp;postID=4012674583633494728&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/4012674583633494728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/4012674583633494728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/2011/07/cyber-mission.html' title='Cyber &quot;mission&quot;'/><author><name>purethoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934152157896603139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAKgDT6tUnw/TJjpMIjk6JI/AAAAAAAAANk/FXU7zZ747ic/S220/me+and+joey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359085988852147514.post-8094328714497371582</id><published>2011-07-15T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T08:26:49.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An athlete's friend</title><content type='html'>Living life to the full is life well lived. Anyone who plays sports knows a lot about it being the healthiest and the happiest people around. But not when accidents happen during a game as hard played as basketball. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With  &lt;a href="http://www.betterbraces.com/basketball/ankle-braces"&gt;basketball ankle brace&lt;/a&gt;e and other gadgets and supports, fun continues. Braces and supports are important part in sports. They are there to do their job and not to impede movement or minimize comfort. They can be a real life saver, things athletes shouldn’t play without!    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rayagreogorio.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/301/CCE19A4CDE5568A7DAA0C62356DAA1D5.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359085988852147514-8094328714497371582?l=www.rayagregorio.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/feeds/8094328714497371582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2359085988852147514&amp;postID=8094328714497371582&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/8094328714497371582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/8094328714497371582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/2011/07/athletes-friend.html' title='An athlete&apos;s friend'/><author><name>purethoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934152157896603139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAKgDT6tUnw/TJjpMIjk6JI/AAAAAAAAANk/FXU7zZ747ic/S220/me+and+joey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359085988852147514.post-7292161052415956797</id><published>2011-07-13T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T10:54:09.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Upbeat goes to PGT!</title><content type='html'>Pilipinas Got Talent (PGT) is undoubtedly one of the Philippine's most popular shows.  Upbeat Dance Studio, owned by our good friend Bambi Gamboa-Sistoso has organized a group of dancers who made it to Pilipinas Got Talent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Sa2OAOjSBt4" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This really made me sooo proud, especially that I know some girls here.  Bea, Ma'am Bambi's daughter, Fiona and Mariel who are daughters of hubby's classmate in college and is a very good friend of ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Ma'am Bambi for making us very proud. The girls did a great job! I watched it over and over again and I hope you'll make it to the top!  You have fans here in Thailand! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rayagreogorio.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/301/CCE19A4CDE5568A7DAA0C62356DAA1D5.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359085988852147514-7292161052415956797?l=www.rayagregorio.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/feeds/7292161052415956797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2359085988852147514&amp;postID=7292161052415956797&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/7292161052415956797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/7292161052415956797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/2011/07/upbeat-goes-to-pgt.html' title='Upbeat goes to PGT!'/><author><name>purethoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934152157896603139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAKgDT6tUnw/TJjpMIjk6JI/AAAAAAAAANk/FXU7zZ747ic/S220/me+and+joey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Sa2OAOjSBt4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359085988852147514.post-128344693352629036</id><published>2011-07-12T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T20:59:51.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A stolen life</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/SGTLyHLid6Y" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a very touching story of a woman who has endured abduction, rape and even childbirth at a very early age.  I have read articles about this and I cannot help but have mixed feelings:  first, that there are really evil people with evil intentions out there.  It is really important to warn our kids who to talk to, not to go out alone and what to do in case someone tries to abuse them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also amazed me how this woman became very dependent on her abductor.  Some might not understand why this is so, but let us bear in mind that she was kidnapped when she was 11.  She was still a child!  All those years of being captive has made her develop a different  relationship with her abductor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot also imagine giving birth at 14-- in a backyard!  I was amazed at the wonder of life, at God's grace upon this then-young mother and her baby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I finished reading an article written about this story and after watching this video, I prayed for this woman that she will continue to find strength, healing in its fullness only in Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rayagreogorio.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/301/CCE19A4CDE5568A7DAA0C62356DAA1D5.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359085988852147514-128344693352629036?l=www.rayagregorio.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/feeds/128344693352629036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2359085988852147514&amp;postID=128344693352629036&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/128344693352629036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/128344693352629036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/2011/07/stolen-life.html' title='A stolen life'/><author><name>purethoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934152157896603139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAKgDT6tUnw/TJjpMIjk6JI/AAAAAAAAANk/FXU7zZ747ic/S220/me+and+joey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/SGTLyHLid6Y/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359085988852147514.post-8254514275152805811</id><published>2011-07-12T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T20:45:36.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding the right sport</title><content type='html'>So we are still thinking what sport to play.  Hubby and i are both not really sporty, so it might be a little late to find a good sport to play being in our mid-30's (or towards late 30's)  but when it comes to enjoying a good health, I guess we have to do what we have to do, right? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a start we actually did Zumba in our house in the early mornings.  The kids even enjoyed it.  Dancing is always an enjoyable form of exercise. But the thing is we have not maintained it.  Somehow in the mornings I have to grope for every single energy there is to do zumba, cook breakfast, bathe the kids and hurry on for the day.  Maybe it's time I need the help of &lt;a href="http://dietpillsthatwork.com"&gt;diet pills that work&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really, I am planning to faithfully do zumba, go to the gym at least twice a week, eat healthy, and find that sport that hubby and I both will enjoy.  Gosh, that's a lot to do! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rayagreogorio.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/301/CCE19A4CDE5568A7DAA0C62356DAA1D5.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359085988852147514-8254514275152805811?l=www.rayagregorio.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/feeds/8254514275152805811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2359085988852147514&amp;postID=8254514275152805811&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/8254514275152805811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/8254514275152805811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/2011/07/finding-right-sport.html' title='Finding the right sport'/><author><name>purethoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934152157896603139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAKgDT6tUnw/TJjpMIjk6JI/AAAAAAAAANk/FXU7zZ747ic/S220/me+and+joey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359085988852147514.post-2877962395161203158</id><published>2011-07-07T06:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T06:43:58.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gearing up</title><content type='html'>Today was a fruitful day and I feel like we are gearing up for the next step at work.  There is so much to be done, and like (Ate) Ruth I am telling myself to slow down. I only have a glass of ice-cold water-- there is nothing as refreshing when you are in a place where everyday is hot and humid, even on rainy season like now.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DYT4n091IVI/ThWyQpU-Y4I/AAAAAAAABHI/plgsEcgXyoE/s1600/DSC00076.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DYT4n091IVI/ThWyQpU-Y4I/AAAAAAAABHI/plgsEcgXyoE/s400/DSC00076.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626599308510782338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However I would like to share this photo of two glasses of blended cold coffee my mom and I shared when my folks came over for a visit. She is on my mind right now, because I feel like now that we are apart we have become closer to each other.  I miss her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am also thinking a lot about how grateful I am to the Lord for guiding our steps.  We have lots of stories to tell, but one thing's for sure: His hand has faithfully led to where we are now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rayagreogorio.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/301/CCE19A4CDE5568A7DAA0C62356DAA1D5.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shared for:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://celebratefriendship-ruth.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tea Talk&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://vanity.gmirage.com/"&gt;Thursday Brownies&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359085988852147514-2877962395161203158?l=www.rayagregorio.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/feeds/2877962395161203158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2359085988852147514&amp;postID=2877962395161203158&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/2877962395161203158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/2877962395161203158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/2011/07/blog-post.html' title='Gearing up'/><author><name>purethoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934152157896603139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAKgDT6tUnw/TJjpMIjk6JI/AAAAAAAAANk/FXU7zZ747ic/S220/me+and+joey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DYT4n091IVI/ThWyQpU-Y4I/AAAAAAAABHI/plgsEcgXyoE/s72-c/DSC00076.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359085988852147514.post-612159890511674433</id><published>2011-07-07T02:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T03:01:24.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No more operation</title><content type='html'>So we have decided that hubby will no longer have another ear operation.  He went home to the Philippines to seek for second opinion on his ear problems after having an operation here a year ago, and the doctor there said that it would be better that he would invest on a good hearing aid rather than taking the risk of another operation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby has gone to one ear care center near our area, but we are also considering other options.  We have already gone to that hospital where he had his operation at and have looked into their hearing aids a few months ago.  It's been a while since we last went there.  Maybe we should take a look once again so we could compare prices from different hospitals.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of that hospital, it's really huge!  It's one of Bangkok's biggest hospitals which caters to expatriates too, so they have lots of English speaking staff.   I have never seen such fancy-looking &lt;a href="http://www.howard-medical.com/medcarts/"&gt;medical carts&lt;/a&gt; before!  The utility people use roller skates/blades to move around, which never cease to amaze me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rayagreogorio.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/301/CCE19A4CDE5568A7DAA0C62356DAA1D5.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359085988852147514-612159890511674433?l=www.rayagregorio.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/feeds/612159890511674433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2359085988852147514&amp;postID=612159890511674433&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/612159890511674433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/612159890511674433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/2011/07/no-more-operation.html' title='No more operation'/><author><name>purethoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934152157896603139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAKgDT6tUnw/TJjpMIjk6JI/AAAAAAAAANk/FXU7zZ747ic/S220/me+and+joey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359085988852147514.post-571114368922564867</id><published>2011-06-25T01:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T01:47:18.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You are for me</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/_35gB76xV_Y" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is such an inspiration... just when we think that we are all alone in this journey, God sees, God hears, God feels, God understands.  He is for us.  The thought about this life being so short and there is an eternity that awaits us is such a blessed hope.  We are not forgotten.  Every pain, every silent prayer we have uttered, every tear we have shed is not hidden in His sight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus is for us-- what a reason to rejoice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHARING "YOU ARE FOR ME" BY KARI JOBE FOR &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://signsmiraclesandwonders.blogspot.com/2008/03/then-sings-my-soul-saturdays-inaugural.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LbcbA4xmEgs/R9L2sBkLVvI/AAAAAAAAAKI/wBr0rikJufE/s200/then_sings_my_soul.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rayagreogorio.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/301/CCE19A4CDE5568A7DAA0C62356DAA1D5.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359085988852147514-571114368922564867?l=www.rayagregorio.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/feeds/571114368922564867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2359085988852147514&amp;postID=571114368922564867&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/571114368922564867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/571114368922564867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/2011/06/you-are-for-me.html' title='You are for me'/><author><name>purethoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934152157896603139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAKgDT6tUnw/TJjpMIjk6JI/AAAAAAAAANk/FXU7zZ747ic/S220/me+and+joey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/_35gB76xV_Y/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359085988852147514.post-5294963329753407992</id><published>2011-06-23T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T11:39:57.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Business opportunities</title><content type='html'>When my sister visited Bangkok 3 months ago, we did a lot of shopping for items she can sell in the Philippines.  Since I am not much of a shopper myself, it was my first time to go to the wholesale shops in an area here in Bangkok known for its low prices for clothes, bags and jewelries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had she not visited, I don't know if I could ever be in those places!  I greatly enjoyed my being a shopping companion.  I may not be much of a shopaholic (mainly due to budget constraints-- haha!), I do enjoy  shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when my other sister came to visit a month after, we went out to buy some items to sell again.  It seems like business was doing well, and they would need some more stocks. I hope that if ever we would be going to the same shop often, we would get &lt;a href="http://www.shopdi.com/Outlet-Store/ca/os.cfm"&gt;jewelry discount&lt;/a&gt;s!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rayagreogorio.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/301/CCE19A4CDE5568A7DAA0C62356DAA1D5.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359085988852147514-5294963329753407992?l=www.rayagregorio.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/feeds/5294963329753407992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2359085988852147514&amp;postID=5294963329753407992&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/5294963329753407992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/5294963329753407992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/2011/06/business-opportunities.html' title='Business opportunities'/><author><name>purethoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934152157896603139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAKgDT6tUnw/TJjpMIjk6JI/AAAAAAAAANk/FXU7zZ747ic/S220/me+and+joey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359085988852147514.post-2314646773052172911</id><published>2011-06-15T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T09:22:14.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TV- do we need one?</title><content type='html'>Just tonight hubby was talking about getting a tv.  We don't have a tv here in Thailand-- I mean we had one but we gave it away when we transferred to this place. We thought we wouldn't be needing one because the kids could always watch videos in the computer.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During their school break, they would spend hours watching films so hubby thought it might be wise to buy a tv so that the computer won't be overused. School starts next week, so the kids would surely be busy they won't have that much of a free time to watch movies.  We will just see if they are already settled with their daily schedules and they are doing good in school, plus they are disciplined to make their assignments, then maybe we could buy them a tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meantime, we have been looking at &lt;a href="http://www.thesource.ca/estore/category.aspx?language=en-CA&amp;catalog=Online&amp;category=LCDTelevisions"&gt;lg tvs&lt;/a&gt; on sale and are saving for it.  We have scheduled Friday nights to be our "movie night"-- it will be a lot more fun if we did not watch it on the computer.  A bigger screen would surely make a huge difference! Now &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I am&lt;/span&gt; excited! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rayagreogorio.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/301/CCE19A4CDE5568A7DAA0C62356DAA1D5.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359085988852147514-2314646773052172911?l=www.rayagregorio.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/feeds/2314646773052172911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2359085988852147514&amp;postID=2314646773052172911&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/2314646773052172911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/2314646773052172911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/2011/06/tv-do-we-need-one.html' title='TV- do we need one?'/><author><name>purethoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934152157896603139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAKgDT6tUnw/TJjpMIjk6JI/AAAAAAAAANk/FXU7zZ747ic/S220/me+and+joey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359085988852147514.post-2943631713842781873</id><published>2011-06-15T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T08:40:21.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pacman!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9FIzKgm7c84/TfjSPM7PDqI/AAAAAAAABGQ/0VAzXe30blo/s1600/manny.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 115px; height: 169px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9FIzKgm7c84/TfjSPM7PDqI/AAAAAAAABGQ/0VAzXe30blo/s200/manny.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618471693754240674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manny "Pacman" Pacquiao always bring us good news about his victories in international boxing matches.  Even here in Thailand I could not count the times where taxi drivers' faces actually light up when they would know we're from the Philippines!  "Manny, Number 1!" they would beam.  I am not a sports enthusiast and I don't really watch boxing matches myself, but I can't help but be proud-- and who wouldn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manny has an interesting story about growing up in a very poor and broken family.  By the way, did I mention that we speak the same language?  In case you don't know, the Philippines is a very multi lingual country with at least 171 languages, not to mention that we have dialects.  So, that's another reason why I am proud. Manny is not just from the Philippines. He lives not that far from where we are! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how he trained in boxing as a young man.  Since he was poor, he must have struggled to buy his own  &lt;a href="http://www.suplay.com/items.asp?Cc=MMA&amp;amp;Bc="&gt;mma gear&lt;/a&gt;.  But his patience, perseverance and a huge dream got him to where he is at now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rayagreogorio.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/301/CCE19A4CDE5568A7DAA0C62356DAA1D5.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359085988852147514-2943631713842781873?l=www.rayagregorio.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/feeds/2943631713842781873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2359085988852147514&amp;postID=2943631713842781873&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/2943631713842781873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/2943631713842781873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/2011/06/pacman.html' title='Pacman!'/><author><name>purethoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934152157896603139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAKgDT6tUnw/TJjpMIjk6JI/AAAAAAAAANk/FXU7zZ747ic/S220/me+and+joey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9FIzKgm7c84/TfjSPM7PDqI/AAAAAAAABGQ/0VAzXe30blo/s72-c/manny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359085988852147514.post-4093704429367855161</id><published>2011-06-09T10:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T10:16:57.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A flower and a verse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cVOct8nXO2Y/TfD-oFyViUI/AAAAAAAABEo/nh5LbxpS8Sw/s1600/scripture18.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 316px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cVOct8nXO2Y/TfD-oFyViUI/AAAAAAAABEo/nh5LbxpS8Sw/s400/scripture18.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616268700032534850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;May this verse encourage us today to fully trust in God.  Happy Friday, everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My share for:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pinkthoughts.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i732.photobucket.com/albums/ww323/pink-thoughts/PinkFridays200.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rayagreogorio.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/301/CCE19A4CDE5568A7DAA0C62356DAA1D5.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359085988852147514-4093704429367855161?l=www.rayagregorio.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/feeds/4093704429367855161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2359085988852147514&amp;postID=4093704429367855161&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/4093704429367855161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/4093704429367855161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/2011/06/flower-and-verse.html' title='A flower and a verse'/><author><name>purethoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934152157896603139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAKgDT6tUnw/TJjpMIjk6JI/AAAAAAAAANk/FXU7zZ747ic/S220/me+and+joey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cVOct8nXO2Y/TfD-oFyViUI/AAAAAAAABEo/nh5LbxpS8Sw/s72-c/scripture18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359085988852147514.post-6284383412222538749</id><published>2011-06-08T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T09:07:44.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paternity Test</title><content type='html'>With the wonders of technology, fathers now can be assured that a baby is indeed "theirs" because of paternity and DNA tests.  But now, one does not have to wait for the child to be born in order for the baby's biological father to be determined.  Technology has taken this a lot farther:  &lt;a href="http://www.dnacenter.com/paternity/prenatal-testing.html"&gt;paternity test while pregnant&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paternity tests is really a major breakthrough in medical science. It has solved a lot of problems about the identity of some people-- it has brought both joy and sadness, chaos and peace-- depending on the situation.  For some fathers, the shock of their lives came when they found out that the kids that they have been reared and taken cared of are not theirs after all.  Some had to go through serious counseling after certain truths have to be told. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the end, paternity tests have brought more happy than sad stories. It's amazing how technology has brought us this far! After the breakthroughs in cloning, the cures of the used-to-be incurable diseases, these DNA and paternity tests, I wonder what's going to be next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rayagreogorio.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/301/CCE19A4CDE5568A7DAA0C62356DAA1D5.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359085988852147514-6284383412222538749?l=www.rayagregorio.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/feeds/6284383412222538749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2359085988852147514&amp;postID=6284383412222538749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/6284383412222538749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/6284383412222538749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/2011/06/paternity-test.html' title='Paternity Test'/><author><name>purethoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934152157896603139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAKgDT6tUnw/TJjpMIjk6JI/AAAAAAAAANk/FXU7zZ747ic/S220/me+and+joey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359085988852147514.post-2705129560152218031</id><published>2011-06-03T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T11:45:27.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrating 11 years</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pzFV4eOuGWc/TekmVL7OiLI/AAAAAAAABCs/gWx1__4eOVo/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 199px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pzFV4eOuGWc/TekmVL7OiLI/AAAAAAAABCs/gWx1__4eOVo/s200/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614060555914348722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 years ago today, I said "yes" to Joey's proposal. When I say that it also means that  that was the same day that I became his girlfriend.  Yes, everything happened within a day.  So today officially marks our being "us" from 9 years of being close friends.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 years, can you believe it?  It seems like it happened just a few months ago.  Haha!  I guess that's the thing with happily married couples.  You just can't say, "I can't wait to get out of this thing!"  Boy, we've been through a lot, but here we are, not just hanging on, not just surviving but really thriving in this marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to more years to come!  If you wish to read our &lt;a href="http://rayainthailand.com/category/our-love-story/"&gt; love story&lt;/a&gt;, feel free to read on.  And be blessed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rayagreogorio.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/301/CCE19A4CDE5568A7DAA0C62356DAA1D5.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359085988852147514-2705129560152218031?l=www.rayagregorio.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/feeds/2705129560152218031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2359085988852147514&amp;postID=2705129560152218031&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/2705129560152218031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/2705129560152218031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/2011/06/celebrating-11-years.html' title='Celebrating 11 years'/><author><name>purethoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934152157896603139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAKgDT6tUnw/TJjpMIjk6JI/AAAAAAAAANk/FXU7zZ747ic/S220/me+and+joey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pzFV4eOuGWc/TekmVL7OiLI/AAAAAAAABCs/gWx1__4eOVo/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359085988852147514.post-3668503946375702802</id><published>2011-06-03T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T10:04:33.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back Acne Treatment</title><content type='html'>Everyone gets frantic at a sight of an acne on the face.  Oftentimes it would ruin a supposedly- happy day!  Our first thought would be, "this thing has to go!"  So we end up applying every cream we know just to get rid of it.  That is for the face-- we get frantic because it's very visible and everyone will notice it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if an acne grows on our backs?  That is unseen right?  But they could create pain and discomfort.  Plus you can be so conscious about it you would not even dare to wear your swimsuit on a swimming day. Oh, such a spoiler, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would always be best to consult a skin doctor so you will be given the right &lt;a href="http://www.backacnetreatments.org/"&gt;back acne treatment&lt;/a&gt; that would work for your skin type. And whatever you do, don't prick that stubborn acne!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rayagreogorio.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/301/CCE19A4CDE5568A7DAA0C62356DAA1D5.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359085988852147514-3668503946375702802?l=www.rayagregorio.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/feeds/3668503946375702802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2359085988852147514&amp;postID=3668503946375702802&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/3668503946375702802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/3668503946375702802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/2011/06/back-acne-treatment.html' title='Back Acne Treatment'/><author><name>purethoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934152157896603139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAKgDT6tUnw/TJjpMIjk6JI/AAAAAAAAANk/FXU7zZ747ic/S220/me+and+joey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359085988852147514.post-2784022427100378784</id><published>2011-06-02T09:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T09:39:49.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May 21 skies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No, I did not believe Jesus was to come on May 21 this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ylgVqNTXmyc/Tee7D0nSbKI/AAAAAAAABBs/wlcdPsTopcQ/s1600/beautiful%2Bskies2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ylgVqNTXmyc/Tee7D0nSbKI/AAAAAAAABBs/wlcdPsTopcQ/s320/beautiful%2Bskies2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613661134878043298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aTcopAjfuGo/Tee7DlK9xNI/AAAAAAAABBk/LWPh1JHYyRY/s1600/beautiful%2Bskies1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aTcopAjfuGo/Tee7DlK9xNI/AAAAAAAABBk/LWPh1JHYyRY/s320/beautiful%2Bskies1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613661130732717266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I had to say the skies were so beautiful that day!  This photo does not give justice to the beauty I saw-- like there were little rainbows crowning the clouds.  As I took these photos, I smiled-- this is nothing compared to the real thing:  my home up there would be so beautiful it is beyond any man's imagination.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That kept me excited.  He can come anytime. I am ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rayagreogorio.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/301/CCE19A4CDE5568A7DAA0C62356DAA1D5.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My share for:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.skyley.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-NTDk4oVzTc4/TYJdopfbjCI/AAAAAAAADT8/T7LAFW17OVo/s1600/swftom.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilingsally.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilingsally.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i276.photobucket.com/albums/kk27/Terrylee5151/BlueMonday.jpg" border="0" alt="Smiling Sally" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359085988852147514-2784022427100378784?l=www.rayagregorio.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/feeds/2784022427100378784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2359085988852147514&amp;postID=2784022427100378784&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/2784022427100378784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/2784022427100378784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/2011/06/may-21-skies.html' title='May 21 skies'/><author><name>purethoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934152157896603139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAKgDT6tUnw/TJjpMIjk6JI/AAAAAAAAANk/FXU7zZ747ic/S220/me+and+joey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ylgVqNTXmyc/Tee7D0nSbKI/AAAAAAAABBs/wlcdPsTopcQ/s72-c/beautiful%2Bskies2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359085988852147514.post-640499922341763315</id><published>2011-06-02T03:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T03:55:01.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>... of  housework and a lot of other things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P_zMilmDFFc/Tedqf8hAHCI/AAAAAAAABBc/8atvPiPYO-Q/s1600/DSC08439.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P_zMilmDFFc/Tedqf8hAHCI/AAAAAAAABBc/8atvPiPYO-Q/s320/DSC08439.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613572557593648162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Wow, I can't remember when was the last time I joined [Ate] Ruth's &lt;a href="http://celebratefriendship-ruth.blogspot.com"&gt;Tea talk&lt;/a&gt;.  It's great to be here again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I'm having&lt;/span&gt; my favorite DQ Capuccino with cream.  This is such a delight!  This is what I rewarded for myself when I finished the laundry today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I'm feeling&lt;/span&gt; better after having a time of Bible reading.  I was just bothered about something over the last few days but I am so glad it was all sorted out this morning.  I felt like it was something that brought me down so much but the Word of God always promise us strength.  Thank God we can claim such beautiful promises!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;On my mind&lt;/span&gt; are actually lots of things.  Tons of housework, taking care of the kids and occasional writing opportunities online  keep me occupied, so I want to make a schedule of the things to be done in a day.  I am not very organized but I guess it's really needed so I can make the most of my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rayagreogorio.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/301/CCE19A4CDE5568A7DAA0C62356DAA1D5.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359085988852147514-640499922341763315?l=www.rayagregorio.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/feeds/640499922341763315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2359085988852147514&amp;postID=640499922341763315&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/640499922341763315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/640499922341763315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/2011/06/of-housework-and-lot-of-other-things.html' title='... of  housework and a lot of other things'/><author><name>purethoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934152157896603139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAKgDT6tUnw/TJjpMIjk6JI/AAAAAAAAANk/FXU7zZ747ic/S220/me+and+joey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P_zMilmDFFc/Tedqf8hAHCI/AAAAAAAABBc/8atvPiPYO-Q/s72-c/DSC08439.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359085988852147514.post-2602622859108705548</id><published>2011-06-01T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T23:45:15.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HLNRMwu49Ag/TecxcOBSzJI/AAAAAAAABBU/ivc-uUAJsic/s1600/thankful%2Bwoman%2Bmeme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 128px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HLNRMwu49Ag/TecxcOBSzJI/AAAAAAAABBU/ivc-uUAJsic/s200/thankful%2Bwoman%2Bmeme.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613509821410233490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although these are challenging times, I still have a million and one reasons to be thankful for. I have not done this in a while, but I am joining &lt;a href="http://thankfulwoman.blogspot.com/"&gt;Judy&lt;/a&gt;'s A thankful woman's book of blessings today.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am thankful for the Written Word of God and the rich promises my Saviour has for me.  In trying times like these, I always find comfort and strength in the Promises of God.  Today I read Psalm 18, "my God is my Rock in whom I take refuge.  He is my shield and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold.  I call to the Lord, who is worthy of praise."  It's a beautiful promise, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  I am thankful for my family, for the joy my kids bring me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  I am thankful for food on our table daily. There are so many people in the world who have to struggle so much just to have a meal.  God provides.  And always, just at the right time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  I am grateful for my husband.  He is such a loving, caring man and an amazing dad to our two little treasures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  I am grateful for God's grace upholding us here in Thailand.  Just yesterday I realized I bought a powder mix I will use for cooking lunch.  The instructions were all in Thai but I read and understood them all!  Looking back, we came to Thailand with zero Thai-- now what a difference!  It was His grace that brought us this far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rayagreogorio.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/301/CCE19A4CDE5568A7DAA0C62356DAA1D5.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359085988852147514-2602622859108705548?l=www.rayagregorio.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/feeds/2602622859108705548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2359085988852147514&amp;postID=2602622859108705548&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/2602622859108705548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/2602622859108705548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/2011/06/thankful.html' title='Thankful!'/><author><name>purethoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934152157896603139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAKgDT6tUnw/TJjpMIjk6JI/AAAAAAAAANk/FXU7zZ747ic/S220/me+and+joey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HLNRMwu49Ag/TecxcOBSzJI/AAAAAAAABBU/ivc-uUAJsic/s72-c/thankful%2Bwoman%2Bmeme.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359085988852147514.post-6888884097579648867</id><published>2011-06-01T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T08:14:27.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here all along</title><content type='html'>Just tonight I had to shed tears again. I have actually, in the last few days.  It's just a time in my life where I am at a loss of things to tell God, or of what to do.  I have banked on friends, who just walked out of my life like I never existed.  I feel betrayed and so deprived of an explanation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to lean on a husband who himself needs help at the moment, his hearing is not that clear and it breaks my heart to see him struggle to hear. I am tired of thinking, trying, grasping for answers, for peace...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sobbed I just found that peace again.  Only God, only God knows how i feel now. Only Him can wipe away the tears, embrace me once again and give me strength to carry on.  When no one seems to understand, where no one seems to listen, where no one seems to care, where no one seems to have trodden the path I am setting my foot into... is God. He has been here all along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rayagreogorio.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/301/CCE19A4CDE5568A7DAA0C62356DAA1D5.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359085988852147514-6888884097579648867?l=www.rayagregorio.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/feeds/6888884097579648867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2359085988852147514&amp;postID=6888884097579648867&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/6888884097579648867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/6888884097579648867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/2011/06/here-all-along.html' title='Here all along'/><author><name>purethoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934152157896603139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAKgDT6tUnw/TJjpMIjk6JI/AAAAAAAAANk/FXU7zZ747ic/S220/me+and+joey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359085988852147514.post-4389582415554427128</id><published>2011-05-31T03:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T03:08:21.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hosting a meme</title><content type='html'>I have been joining memes-- like lots of them within the week!  I have always wanted to host one, but was afraid no one's going to join.  But with the help of my very helping and ever-supportive blogging friends, I was finally able to host WEDNESDAY WHITES-- showcasing photos of whites.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my delight, there were 39 entries! Yay!  That was beyond my expectation.  I am so happy and now, there is one more reason to be excited and happy about Wednesdays! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now that I'm blogging about this, I'd might as well invite you to join &lt;a href="http://www.colorsandcontrasts.com"&gt;WEDNESDAY WHITES&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope to see you... Yes, you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;toodles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rayagreogorio.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/301/CCE19A4CDE5568A7DAA0C62356DAA1D5.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359085988852147514-4389582415554427128?l=www.rayagregorio.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/feeds/4389582415554427128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2359085988852147514&amp;postID=4389582415554427128&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/4389582415554427128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/4389582415554427128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/2011/05/hosting-meme.html' title='Hosting a meme'/><author><name>purethoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934152157896603139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAKgDT6tUnw/TJjpMIjk6JI/AAAAAAAAANk/FXU7zZ747ic/S220/me+and+joey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359085988852147514.post-1802872734794149504</id><published>2011-05-31T02:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T03:32:33.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lonely eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;It has been such a long time since I blogged here.  Anyways, this is about our recent visit to Phatphong, a red light district here in Bangkok.  No, I do not like that kind of "night life" and I would not go there without a purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend and I went with two other ladies who work at an NGO hoping to give the "girls" a better life by making jewelry and hopefully, leave this kind of lifestyle.  They have helped a lot of women already over the last 21 years. I had such mixed feelings while walking on the streets of Phatphong as night time was fast-approaching.  Music blaring, bar lights "blinking" -- is there a better term for this? haha.  Anyways, you know what I mean.  Girls in their bikinis were casually chatting by the doors, tourists (like tons of them) walked around for casual shopping and there were lots of people who were advertising their "shows" which would happen a few hours from then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XFVxC7oBCUk/TeS7FwUE-4I/AAAAAAAABA0/6nofuJFWCsI/s1600/lonely%2Beyes" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 176px; height: 117px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XFVxC7oBCUk/TeS7FwUE-4I/AAAAAAAABA0/6nofuJFWCsI/s200/lonely%2Beyes" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612816743153335170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After eating dinner and a time for prayer, we went inside a bar with about 10 ladies dancing on stage.  I felt awkward.  I have never entered a bar like this in my 36 years of existence.  We picked a seat, ordered a glass of cola and "looked" at the ladies.  Goodness me! All of them wore black bikinis and bras and were dancing to the beat.  I was expecting for the worst-- like a nude show but what I really saw that night were ladies with &lt;b&gt;lonely eyes&lt;/b&gt;.  You cannot help but notice it.  They are so lonely, like robots who dance because they have to.  I felt like.. they are no less than trained animals in a circus.  Maybe the animals are treated better, because they are fed and not have to be taken away after a show.  I cannot help but stare at a white guy trying to "choose" a girl.  He waved, she waved back and he bought her a drink.  She felt lucky:  I saw her do the "wai" (a Thai greeting) to a Buddha image before she went on stage and there she was!  the first girl to be chosen by no less than a "Farang" (white person).  Lucky girl, she received a pat from her boss as she made her way to the man's table.  The others had to wait.  I don't even know if they have to be "chosen" before the night ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it was 9 pm and the night was young.  My friend and I decided to "order" a girl.  We both took time to think which one should we choose, and we both thought it should be that young-looking girl who was obviously nervous and not so confident in  her dancing.  Her face lit up when she knew someone "ordered" her.  After buying her a drink, she sat between my friend and I.  We introduced ourselves, and had a chat.  She's 30 and a mother of two.  She is from a province about 7 hours away, and she had to work to earn a living and support her family.  She has a 13-year old and a 5-year old, both boys.  We were surprised she could have a child that old because she looked so young!  She had the most beautiful smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we knew it it was time for her to go up on stage again.  Those twinkling eyes with a beautiful smile faded as she danced. I felt like my heart was crushed.  She deserved a life much better than this.  When it was time for us to go, we tried to catch her attention by waving.  We saw those beautiful eyes and smile once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make up, jewelry, even laughter could not conceal lonely eyes. Only a Saviour like Jesus can bring life and hope to someone who is as lost, as lonely, as desperate as the girls out there.  My trip to Phatphong did not make me judgmental about the girls and the life they chose to live.  It made me cry in prayer... and made me think, those eyes do not deserve darting stare of condemnation.  &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;hey deserve compassionate, loving, caring and accepting eyes-- just like Jesus'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rayagreogorio.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/301/CCE19A4CDE5568A7DAA0C62356DAA1D5.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359085988852147514-1802872734794149504?l=www.rayagregorio.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/feeds/1802872734794149504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2359085988852147514&amp;postID=1802872734794149504&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/1802872734794149504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/1802872734794149504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/2011/05/lonely-eyes.html' title='Lonely eyes'/><author><name>purethoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934152157896603139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAKgDT6tUnw/TJjpMIjk6JI/AAAAAAAAANk/FXU7zZ747ic/S220/me+and+joey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XFVxC7oBCUk/TeS7FwUE-4I/AAAAAAAABA0/6nofuJFWCsI/s72-c/lonely%2Beyes' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359085988852147514.post-2986156990221464634</id><published>2011-05-21T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T11:22:30.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tom Cruise and me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v3b07SdxCVA/TdgBBcCBXGI/AAAAAAAAA8U/HQ7xw8COroo/s1600/228767_1732692758486_1273553243_1517401_7080840_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v3b07SdxCVA/TdgBBcCBXGI/AAAAAAAAA8U/HQ7xw8COroo/s320/228767_1732692758486_1273553243_1517401_7080840_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609234460106120290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok, so Tom Cruise, they say is a little taller here.  That's because it's not him, it's the wax version of him. Haha! This was taken during our family time at Paragon Mall last Tuesday.  We were actually waiting for my uncle who has come to visit Bangkok with his family.  Paragon is such a huge mall and mostly sells high end products.  It's just a good place to "window" shop-- there is no way I could afford those signature products even if I have a &lt;a href="http://www.checkcity.com/"&gt;payday advance&lt;/a&gt;!  Good thing there are always places in Bangkok where you could shop and the prices are just fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, back to Tom Cruise and me... no, I am not very much of a TC fan but this is just for fun. I even posted this photo on my facebook wall saying, "it's weird to be holding 'someone else's arms' and hubby takes the photo, smiling and not even jealous!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post those Paragon photos soon.  And did I mention we went to a short family vacation for free?  That was so great.  Goodness, I have so much to blog about!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rayagreogorio.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/301/CCE19A4CDE5568A7DAA0C62356DAA1D5.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359085988852147514-2986156990221464634?l=www.rayagregorio.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/feeds/2986156990221464634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2359085988852147514&amp;postID=2986156990221464634&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/2986156990221464634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/2986156990221464634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/2011/05/tom-cruise-and-me.html' title='Tom Cruise and me?'/><author><name>purethoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934152157896603139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAKgDT6tUnw/TJjpMIjk6JI/AAAAAAAAANk/FXU7zZ747ic/S220/me+and+joey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v3b07SdxCVA/TdgBBcCBXGI/AAAAAAAAA8U/HQ7xw8COroo/s72-c/228767_1732692758486_1273553243_1517401_7080840_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359085988852147514.post-4918141219666210727</id><published>2011-05-21T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T11:08:52.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spicy sauce!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z9NliFnipfI/Tdf-ZRWVO1I/AAAAAAAAA8M/O-1ablJL9cM/s1600/DSC09147.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z9NliFnipfI/Tdf-ZRWVO1I/AAAAAAAAA8M/O-1ablJL9cM/s320/DSC09147.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609231571020495698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Having this spicy sauce is a common sight when you are here in Thailand.  Like they say, "if it ain't spicy, it ain't Thai food."  Yes, we are getting used to it but the thing is, we are gaining weight!  I guess the spicier the food, the more you would want to eat rice or at least eat/ drink something sweet.  My question is how come those young Thai ladies are still skinny? Why do I get all the fat? LOL.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if they are taking &lt;a href="http://www.weightlosssupplement.org/african-mango/"&gt;best african mango diet pill&lt;/a&gt;?  Or do I need that to trim down?  I guess it would help a lot.  But of course I still need to exercise.  And refrain from those tempting spicy sauces?  I will try!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rayagreogorio.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/301/CCE19A4CDE5568A7DAA0C62356DAA1D5.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359085988852147514-4918141219666210727?l=www.rayagregorio.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/feeds/4918141219666210727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2359085988852147514&amp;postID=4918141219666210727&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/4918141219666210727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/4918141219666210727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/2011/05/spicy-sauce.html' title='Spicy sauce!'/><author><name>purethoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934152157896603139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAKgDT6tUnw/TJjpMIjk6JI/AAAAAAAAANk/FXU7zZ747ic/S220/me+and+joey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z9NliFnipfI/Tdf-ZRWVO1I/AAAAAAAAA8M/O-1ablJL9cM/s72-c/DSC09147.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359085988852147514.post-1263182622732328028</id><published>2011-05-13T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T00:01:27.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart Matters Matter!</title><content type='html'>My friend and I were just chatting yesterday of how important it is to take care of our health. She told me about her determination to exercise daily and even shared with me a link of the site where she could freely download exercise routines.  I bookmarked it and promised to check on it.  I still haven't, but I will!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess at my age I should start taking care of our health seriously.  As far as I am concerned I am still pretty much healthy but I guess we will never know unless we undergo a thorough check up.  I should do that within the year: like have my blood sugar checked, have my heart rate checked with an &lt;a href="http://www.medicaldevicedepot.com/"&gt;ECG&lt;/a&gt;, or go through laboratory checks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Actually that conversation with my friend started when we talked about the loss of a mutual friend who will dearly love.  Taking care of our health means we have to be more mindful of our eating lifestyles, and of course, strive to live a stress-free life.  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sangjOLCEwA/Tc4oMn1LnnI/AAAAAAAAA4U/kOooCR6VSCo/s1600/cartoon%2Bheart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sangjOLCEwA/Tc4oMn1LnnI/AAAAAAAAA4U/kOooCR6VSCo/s200/cartoon%2Bheart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606462783438429810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Heart matters matter, don't you agree?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rayagreogorio.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/301/CCE19A4CDE5568A7DAA0C62356DAA1D5.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359085988852147514-1263182622732328028?l=www.rayagregorio.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/feeds/1263182622732328028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2359085988852147514&amp;postID=1263182622732328028&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/1263182622732328028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/1263182622732328028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/2011/05/heart-matters-matter.html' title='Heart Matters Matter!'/><author><name>purethoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934152157896603139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAKgDT6tUnw/TJjpMIjk6JI/AAAAAAAAANk/FXU7zZ747ic/S220/me+and+joey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sangjOLCEwA/Tc4oMn1LnnI/AAAAAAAAA4U/kOooCR6VSCo/s72-c/cartoon%2Bheart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359085988852147514.post-5954169684889601387</id><published>2011-05-07T03:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T03:27:28.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh he loves us!</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/GzfPHnoT0-0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of my favorite songs... let His love engulf us today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My share for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rayagreogorio.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/301/CCE19A4CDE5568A7DAA0C62356DAA1D5.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359085988852147514-5954169684889601387?l=www.rayagregorio.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/feeds/5954169684889601387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2359085988852147514&amp;postID=5954169684889601387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/5954169684889601387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/5954169684889601387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/2011/05/oh-he-loves-us.html' title='Oh he loves us!'/><author><name>purethoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934152157896603139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAKgDT6tUnw/TJjpMIjk6JI/AAAAAAAAANk/FXU7zZ747ic/S220/me+and+joey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/GzfPHnoT0-0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359085988852147514.post-4286077387415907922</id><published>2011-05-06T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T07:41:04.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our handyman is back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sYNkQLEd0wg/TcQIL_KQepI/AAAAAAAAA0E/ofpKL3kiFxA/s1600/handyman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 187px; height: 192px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sYNkQLEd0wg/TcQIL_KQepI/AAAAAAAAA0E/ofpKL3kiFxA/s200/handyman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603612838381779602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby has been away for more than two weeks for a medical check up in our home country.  I taught at our work place 9 hours a week, did laundry, cooked, cleaned the house, took care of two very active kids.  Whew!  I sure am glad the man in the house is back already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The light in our bathroom needed fixing, there was clogging in the bathroom pipe, and there's leaking somewhere in our living room.  Our handyman fixed the light problem, the clogging is better but we have to notify the house owner about the leaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby understands electronics and is very handy, which I am so thankful about.  I, on the other hand, is totally hopeless when it comes to these things.  Believe it or not, I had to make a long distance calls to him if I have problems with the computer, which button to press, why this is doing that, blah, blah, blah... He often makes a joke that I should have been born in the dinosaur age.  But I would jokingly answer him that at least I could facebook and blog! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Electronics, technical stuff, &lt;a href="http://www.thesource.ca/estore/category.aspx?language=en-CA&amp;amp;catalog=Online&amp;amp;category=Cables-HDMI_DVI"&gt;xbox 360 hdmi cables&lt;/a&gt; and fixing things-- these are all Greek to me. So yes, I am &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; glad that our handyman is back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*google photo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rayagreogorio.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/301/CCE19A4CDE5568A7DAA0C62356DAA1D5.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359085988852147514-4286077387415907922?l=www.rayagregorio.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/feeds/4286077387415907922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2359085988852147514&amp;postID=4286077387415907922&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/4286077387415907922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/4286077387415907922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/2011/05/our-handyman-is-back.html' title='Our handyman is back!'/><author><name>purethoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934152157896603139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAKgDT6tUnw/TJjpMIjk6JI/AAAAAAAAANk/FXU7zZ747ic/S220/me+and+joey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sYNkQLEd0wg/TcQIL_KQepI/AAAAAAAAA0E/ofpKL3kiFxA/s72-c/handyman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359085988852147514.post-2741273815766620595</id><published>2011-05-06T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T07:20:54.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our move out</title><content type='html'>last first week of March we once again packed our things and moved out-- our third major move out in our one year stay here in Thailand.  We did not realize we had so much stuff already we had to hire two pick-ups to transport our things to the other side of the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://rayainthailand.files.wordpress.com/2011/03/dsc07519.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 305px; height: 406px;" class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-1979" title="DSC07519" src="http://rayainthailand.files.wordpress.com/2011/03/dsc07519.jpg?w=225" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boxes, bags, plastic bags... all packed up and ready to go.  This was taken the night before our transfer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did not have to hire a truck with &lt;a href="http://www.hitchdepotusa.com/"&gt;trailer hitch&lt;/a&gt;, but maybe if we stayed in Bangkok for a very long time and we will move to another part of the country, we will definitely look for one of those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now we are happily settled in our new home and looking forward to many more happy and fruitful years ahead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rayagreogorio.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/301/CCE19A4CDE5568A7DAA0C62356DAA1D5.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359085988852147514-2741273815766620595?l=www.rayagregorio.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/feeds/2741273815766620595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2359085988852147514&amp;postID=2741273815766620595&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/2741273815766620595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/2741273815766620595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/2011/05/our-move-out.html' title='Our move out'/><author><name>purethoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934152157896603139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAKgDT6tUnw/TJjpMIjk6JI/AAAAAAAAANk/FXU7zZ747ic/S220/me+and+joey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359085988852147514.post-4373257265345639465</id><published>2011-04-28T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T11:41:01.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye, stubborn fats!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;... but how?&lt;/span&gt;  I have resolved to exercise (supposedly) but that remained as a plan.  Hubby had to go home to our home country and I am left with two kids, a teaching schedule and tons of housework!  Sure I do have spare time but that is meant for sleeping, pigging out and yes, blogging! &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(Yay!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I am not complaining.  In fact my busy schedule has made me more disciplined to budget my time and use it wisely.  Better than being idle, eh?  So back to "pigging out".  Do you know that I eat more when I am stressed?  This is by the way, courtesy of hubby.  I was the complete opposite before we got married, but there are things that you acquire from your partner over time, right?  So this is one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am gaining weight! Help!  Should I take &lt;a href="http://www.conjugatedlinoleicacid.net/"&gt;conjugated linoleic acid&lt;/a&gt; or should I join the daily group aerobics every afternoon?  It is just walking distance from our house!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-haTe8bHwDxE/Tbm0A-hVWaI/AAAAAAAAAyc/eUz_o5RbdUo/s1600/aerobics.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-haTe8bHwDxE/Tbm0A-hVWaI/AAAAAAAAAyc/eUz_o5RbdUo/s320/aerobics.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600705540487731618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This group of people (mostly women) gather everyday to do aerobics... at the parking lot of a department store!  Can you imagine&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; me &lt;/span&gt; join this dance class?  Promise me you won't laugh... LOL.  Now,&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; I am&lt;/span&gt; laughing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rayagreogorio.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/301/CCE19A4CDE5568A7DAA0C62356DAA1D5.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359085988852147514-4373257265345639465?l=www.rayagregorio.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/feeds/4373257265345639465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2359085988852147514&amp;postID=4373257265345639465&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/4373257265345639465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/4373257265345639465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/2011/04/bye-stubborn-fats.html' title='Bye, stubborn fats!'/><author><name>purethoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934152157896603139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAKgDT6tUnw/TJjpMIjk6JI/AAAAAAAAANk/FXU7zZ747ic/S220/me+and+joey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-haTe8bHwDxE/Tbm0A-hVWaI/AAAAAAAAAyc/eUz_o5RbdUo/s72-c/aerobics.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359085988852147514.post-8103251161816549118</id><published>2011-04-28T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T11:26:17.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing hubby</title><content type='html'>Hubby left for our home country last week. He had to go there for an important medical check up and might have a possible ear operation.  We don't know exactly when he will be back, so the kids and I really miss him and think about him everyday.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qVTmQeCLFco/TbmwMWovJSI/AAAAAAAAAyU/RhhUxsDNtps/s1600/saying%2Bgoodbye%2Bto%2Bpops.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 264px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qVTmQeCLFco/TbmwMWovJSI/AAAAAAAAAyU/RhhUxsDNtps/s320/saying%2Bgoodbye%2Bto%2Bpops.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600701337893283106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should be the best &lt;a href="http://www.mensgiftideas.com/"&gt;Gifts for Boyfriend&lt;/a&gt;/ hubby?  I want to give him a welcome gift when he arrives. We do have a lot to think about.  Though it's a bit costly, I gave him a call tonight.  It was good to hear his voice.  We may be facing lots of challenges with this separation, but we know that all these will come to pass. When I have a grateful heart,  I can still smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rayagreogorio.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/301/CCE19A4CDE5568A7DAA0C62356DAA1D5.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359085988852147514-8103251161816549118?l=www.rayagregorio.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/feeds/8103251161816549118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2359085988852147514&amp;postID=8103251161816549118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/8103251161816549118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/8103251161816549118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/2011/04/missing-hubby.html' title='Missing hubby'/><author><name>purethoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934152157896603139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAKgDT6tUnw/TJjpMIjk6JI/AAAAAAAAANk/FXU7zZ747ic/S220/me+and+joey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qVTmQeCLFco/TbmwMWovJSI/AAAAAAAAAyU/RhhUxsDNtps/s72-c/saying%2Bgoodbye%2Bto%2Bpops.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359085988852147514.post-2711708535235974436</id><published>2011-04-26T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T00:03:06.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All for love</title><content type='html'>She came from a prominent family in Cebu City.  She was one of those girls who would be taken to school by a car.  Back in those days, there were not so many of them.  She went to school in the University of the Philippines Los &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Banos&lt;/span&gt; Campus and took the course she always wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had no less than 27 suitors, but she decided to give her heart to only one.  Her first and last love.  Before she could finish her degree, my father already had to work somewhere far.  They decided to get married. After a year, my father had to go home to our home town in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bukidnon&lt;/span&gt;, Philippines.  That's like miles and oceans away.  She packed their bags and went on a journey with my papa... 2 days boat trip from Manila to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Cagayan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Oro&lt;/span&gt; and almost 10 hours of long, bumpy trip to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Bukidnon&lt;/span&gt;.  She did not say a word when my father said, "our home is somewhere beyond that blue mountain."  She was journeying into the unknown.  A city girl, inexperienced and so young-- taken into another world.  She was that brave.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She did it all for love&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had to endure those nights of having no electricity in our home town back in the 70's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had to awaken the dawn to clean her in-laws' house just so they would be happy about having her into their house, an addition to 10 other siblings my father have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She washed clothes outside the house.  No household help.  She made peanut butter, roasted peanuts, sausages, or baked a cake  late at night and sold them in the morning just so my older brother would have milk.  Father had to travel for days sometimes for his work and  she did not want to be dependent on her in-laws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She cooked for hundreds of people when my father ran for office in our province, and warmly welcomed visitors anytime of the day.  It would be worth-noting that  father had one rule: people need not have to take off their shoes when they get inside the house.  She did not complain one bit.  She served-- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;all for love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had to finish her degree while pregnant with my second brother.  She did not finish her degree in UP, but even that she had to give up-- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;all for love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After graduation, she ended up being hired as a teacher in the university where she graduated from.  But she had to give up her career when she had me.  Again, a thing she gave up... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;all for love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had to be strong when life was hard.  She had to pray with tears everyday when she was told by the doctors that it would be very possible that she had cancer.  She said &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"no!"&lt;/span&gt; and bravely claimed God's healing.  She could not die.  We still needed her.  She got her strength at the thought that there is a husband who needed her and there are 5 of us whose world will be shattered if she was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She willingly let us go when we had to pursue our own callings in life.  She did not limit us.  She was not selfish to keep us where we were.  She opened her arms and set us free.  And yet we know her prayers keep us on track.  She still prays every single morning, with tears in her eyes.  Mentioning our names: children and grandchildren...  One by one, untiringly, selflessly.  She does all these things &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;all for love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama Joy is one of the bravest women I know.  She loves without limits, gives without any inhibitions-- and she never tires in doing so.  All the things she does never cease to amaze me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iHjLFDJObiI/Tbe-6pKpAJI/AAAAAAAAAyM/oOZ375NqVWo/s1600/wedding%2Bpic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 404px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iHjLFDJObiI/Tbe-6pKpAJI/AAAAAAAAAyM/oOZ375NqVWo/s320/wedding%2Bpic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600154576350675090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x6-17agfJqM/TbbwddAoreI/AAAAAAAAAyE/dIiKdiKK_Gg/s1600/family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 409px; height: 271px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x6-17agfJqM/TbbwddAoreI/AAAAAAAAAyE/dIiKdiKK_Gg/s320/family.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599927575475957218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These photos were taken 2 years ago, during my parents' 40&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; wedding anniversary. Today is their 42&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;.  That young couple  who moved to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Bukidnon&lt;/span&gt; more than 4 decades ago has grown into a big family which I am proudly a part of.  42 years and counting... and going strong-- that's how I describe my parents' marriage.  Oh, the wonders you will see when you do everything &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;for love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Anniversary, Papa Manny and Mama Joy... and this post is for you, my favorite woman in the world... my one and only Mother. There is none like you, and there will never be.  I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rayagreogorio.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/301/CCE19A4CDE5568A7DAA0C62356DAA1D5.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my entry to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Remembering Mama contest &lt;/span&gt;hosted by &lt;a href="http://lovinglymama.info/"&gt;Dindin's Mama&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359085988852147514-2711708535235974436?l=www.rayagregorio.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/feeds/2711708535235974436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2359085988852147514&amp;postID=2711708535235974436&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/2711708535235974436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/2711708535235974436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/2011/04/all-for-love.html' title='All for love'/><author><name>purethoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934152157896603139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAKgDT6tUnw/TJjpMIjk6JI/AAAAAAAAANk/FXU7zZ747ic/S220/me+and+joey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iHjLFDJObiI/Tbe-6pKpAJI/AAAAAAAAAyM/oOZ375NqVWo/s72-c/wedding%2Bpic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359085988852147514.post-1526239834779624511</id><published>2011-04-22T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T10:27:12.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gratitude</title><content type='html'>If there is one thing I learned in life, it is an attitude of gratitude.  A grateful person always sees the positive side of things and most often have a healthy perspective of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many people I am grateful for.  I am not a sports person so I could not give my mentors some special &lt;a href="http://www.resportsinc.com/"&gt;coach gifts&lt;/a&gt;.  I have mentors who have helped shape me into the person that I am now, and I really want to honor them if given the chance.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think personalized gifts would be best, but I have not found a perfect gift for them yet. For now that I have not found a material gift to give them , a simple but heart-felt "thank you" and my prayers for them would I hope suffice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you grateful for someone today? How do you show your love and appreciation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rayagreogorio.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/301/CCE19A4CDE5568A7DAA0C62356DAA1D5.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359085988852147514-1526239834779624511?l=www.rayagregorio.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/feeds/1526239834779624511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2359085988852147514&amp;postID=1526239834779624511&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/1526239834779624511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/1526239834779624511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/2011/04/gratitude.html' title='Gratitude'/><author><name>purethoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934152157896603139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAKgDT6tUnw/TJjpMIjk6JI/AAAAAAAAANk/FXU7zZ747ic/S220/me+and+joey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359085988852147514.post-236222823332027084</id><published>2011-04-22T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T10:15:31.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bangkok Motorshow</title><content type='html'>It was great to visit the Bangkok Motorshow two weeks ago.  My son still has a "hang over" of those posh cars we have seen.  It's funny how he asked me why we don't have a car here in Bangkok.  After answering him that we just moved in to this country and we do not have a budget yet, he answered, "ok, let's just buy one tomorrow afternoon!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That really cracked us all up.  Funny little guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, buying a car means we also have to think of many things like license and registration (which could be hard for us who are foreigners here ) and of course, we have to think of having a &lt;a href="http://www.goodsamrvinsurance.com/"&gt;5th wheel insurance&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So "tomorrow afternoon" might take a while but I agree, we need to have a car here in Bangkok.  Not this soon, but it will come--  and I can't wait to drive it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rayagreogorio.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/301/CCE19A4CDE5568A7DAA0C62356DAA1D5.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359085988852147514-236222823332027084?l=www.rayagregorio.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/feeds/236222823332027084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2359085988852147514&amp;postID=236222823332027084&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/236222823332027084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/236222823332027084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/2011/04/bangkok-motorshow.html' title='Bangkok Motorshow'/><author><name>purethoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934152157896603139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAKgDT6tUnw/TJjpMIjk6JI/AAAAAAAAANk/FXU7zZ747ic/S220/me+and+joey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359085988852147514.post-2628877580212733615</id><published>2011-04-22T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T10:01:23.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A souvenir from the U.S.</title><content type='html'>My friend &lt;a href="http://thetraveldiva.info"&gt;Janet&lt;/a&gt; is leaving for the U.S. again. She asked me and our other friend what we would like for a souvenir.  For a while I thought, "what should I ask from her?"-- I don't want to ask for something that is so expensive that would be way out of her budget.  I would not  mind if she will buy me a &lt;a href="http://www.goldeneaglecoin.com/"&gt;us mint&lt;/a&gt;, though. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have finally told her what I would like for a souvenir, but that has to be kept as a secret. Haha! That's because I have to take a photo of it and blog about it! So I guess I will have to keep you waiting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Til next post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rayagreogorio.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/301/CCE19A4CDE5568A7DAA0C62356DAA1D5.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359085988852147514-2628877580212733615?l=www.rayagregorio.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/feeds/2628877580212733615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2359085988852147514&amp;postID=2628877580212733615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/2628877580212733615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/2628877580212733615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/2011/04/souvenir-from-us.html' title='A souvenir from the U.S.'/><author><name>purethoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934152157896603139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAKgDT6tUnw/TJjpMIjk6JI/AAAAAAAAANk/FXU7zZ747ic/S220/me+and+joey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359085988852147514.post-2031544735982452921</id><published>2011-04-18T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T01:06:59.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A taste of heaven</title><content type='html'>I came across this video posted by my friend... I cannot help but think what Jeus' death and resurrection really means:  it is not a day of sorrow but of victory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8KX2-J6uS-o" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine what heaven would be like?  Young and old, men and women from different nations, tongues and tribes, gathered around the throne in worship, jubilation, giving thanks to the One who died and rose again!  Celebrate Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rayagreogorio.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/301/CCE19A4CDE5568A7DAA0C62356DAA1D5.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359085988852147514-2031544735982452921?l=www.rayagregorio.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/feeds/2031544735982452921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2359085988852147514&amp;postID=2031544735982452921&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/2031544735982452921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359085988852147514/posts/default/2031544735982452921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rayagregorio.com/2011/04/taste-of-heaven.html' title='A taste of heaven'/><author><name>purethoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934152157896603139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAKgDT6tUnw/TJjpMIjk6JI/AAAAAAAAANk/FXU7zZ747ic/S220/me+and+joey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/8KX2-J6uS-o/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
