<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490842739972151810</id><updated>2008-06-23T00:10:54.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>jiffy ticky tiny gawp at life</title><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.marciaarriola.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490842739972151810/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490842739972151810/posts/default'/><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.marciaarriola.com/atom.xml'/><author><name>papot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041426659718059334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490842739972151810.post-3897539730214239639</id><published>2007-03-25T03:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T03:33:50.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>getting out is tricky</title><summary type='text'>you've gotta' read between the lines.....

oftentimes, you get paranoid with the world that you end up so doubtful… caught up in your own little concerns and you forget about things that might be a little helpful to your own little life.  But today I broke away from that bondage, I boldly went out and skip the many what if’s in me. And it turned out to be a real nice start of a whole new ball </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.marciaarriola.com/2007/03/getting-out-is-tricky.html' title='getting out is tricky'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490842739972151810&amp;postID=3897539730214239639' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.marciaarriola.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490842739972151810/posts/default/3897539730214239639'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490842739972151810/posts/default/3897539730214239639'/><author><name>papot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041426659718059334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490842739972151810.post-3378692775428349845</id><published>2007-03-18T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T05:44:54.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a memory of me</title><summary type='text'>I hate Sundays! Deng this is the day where I am in touch of me, but this is also the day that just let me slip unto somebody else which is not me. Little by little I find myself being consumed by this feeling of emptiness. I am pretty much aware where this emptiness is coming from but this is something that I can’t do about right now. I need to be more patient and tolerant of all the things that </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.marciaarriola.com/2007/03/memory-of-me.html' title='a memory of me'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490842739972151810&amp;postID=3378692775428349845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.marciaarriola.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490842739972151810/posts/default/3378692775428349845'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490842739972151810/posts/default/3378692775428349845'/><author><name>papot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041426659718059334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490842739972151810.post-8317923792472498183</id><published>2007-03-14T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T05:49:42.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm hoping so, at least :(</title><summary type='text'>I am in pain, this excruciating pain had not been away for quite a while.
Goodness! How many more days like this would possibly be standing by me.
This pain had been making me head to a geeland of oh please.
I think God had been up pushing me again to my wits end,
so much so that I may become a better person.
Flanax forte ( free advertising tehihihi)  had been a staple medicine to ease my pain.
I</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.marciaarriola.com/2007/03/im-hoping-so-at-least.html' title='i&apos;m hoping so, at least :('/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490842739972151810&amp;postID=8317923792472498183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.marciaarriola.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490842739972151810/posts/default/8317923792472498183'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490842739972151810/posts/default/8317923792472498183'/><author><name>papot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041426659718059334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490842739972151810.post-7737427514056083122</id><published>2007-03-11T04:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T04:42:38.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"felix culpa"</title><summary type='text'>"felix culpa" or fortunate error:
 i am contemplating much about what I had become as a person and i came to terms with the errors i made in my life. It may seemed so  unbearable to most people but for me it had become a fortunate error as it had made me a better person and a happier one at that :). Many had been said and done and i am standing tall, still optimistic with life. Broken yet hopeful</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.marciaarriola.com/2007/03/felix-culpa.html' title='&quot;felix culpa&quot;'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490842739972151810&amp;postID=7737427514056083122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.marciaarriola.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490842739972151810/posts/default/7737427514056083122'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490842739972151810/posts/default/7737427514056083122'/><author><name>papot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041426659718059334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490842739972151810.post-5410431834625404481</id><published>2007-03-08T03:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T11:09:29.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On different note</title><summary type='text'>we are back to where we were before...
chatting, pc calls, webcams, texting
but on different note... we are on to
the next level... we just hope it won't
take us too long to wait.
he just arrived to work.
it's his second day today.
he overslept last monday.
was too sleepy after his first day.
so he just hit the sack and dreamed on.
he is at the other end of this laptop
i know but is too busy to </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.marciaarriola.com/2007/03/on-different-note.html' title='On different note'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490842739972151810&amp;postID=5410431834625404481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.marciaarriola.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490842739972151810/posts/default/5410431834625404481'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490842739972151810/posts/default/5410431834625404481'/><author><name>papot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041426659718059334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490842739972151810.post-2893242344986805706</id><published>2007-03-05T01:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T11:01:56.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Left for the states</title><summary type='text'>i've been offline for so long...
now am back with broken
tear duct, i can't seem to stop
my tears from falling
I miss my bebeh who is now
literally up there in the clouds
travelling back to work.
Dang! I miss him much.
T'is the life we had for now
We chose to be this way for
a greater reason... a future
we intend to keep.
I stand to what we want
I hope for what we hope.
Love you babe and
I miss </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.marciaarriola.com/2007/03/left-for-states.html' title='Left for the states'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490842739972151810&amp;postID=2893242344986805706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.marciaarriola.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490842739972151810/posts/default/2893242344986805706'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490842739972151810/posts/default/2893242344986805706'/><author><name>papot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041426659718059334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490842739972151810.post-8922478869221000709</id><published>2007-02-23T10:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T10:55:11.867-08:00</updated><title type='text'>@%*^Erratic Connection^*%@</title><summary type='text'>SmartBro had been giving us a headache. Erratic connection had been given to us since wednesday. Right now we are at an internet cafe just so my bebeh can do some last minute updates with his isulong site. Awarding will be tonight, boy!everyday is one hell busy day for us. Darryl and two of my nieces from bicol tugged along with us so i am going to make this short so i could bring this kids at </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.marciaarriola.com/2007/02/erratic-connection.html' title='@%*^Erratic Connection^*%@'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490842739972151810&amp;postID=8922478869221000709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.marciaarriola.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490842739972151810/posts/default/8922478869221000709'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490842739972151810/posts/default/8922478869221000709'/><author><name>papot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041426659718059334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490842739972151810.post-7907897674303450614</id><published>2007-02-20T09:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T10:48:00.691-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay! He is here</title><summary type='text'>Gorgeous as he is online
more in person...
His scent fills the room
And i love how it spreads
down to the pillows and sheets.
His smiles and laughters
echoes sweet at home
His mess, soiled clothes
scattered wires and laptop
are sights welcomed.
His contagious sleepiness
is something we enjoy most.
Dang! I don't want this moment
to slip us by... two days is out now.

and oh by the way, have i </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.marciaarriola.com/2007/02/yay-he-is-here.html' title='Yay! He is here'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490842739972151810&amp;postID=7907897674303450614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.marciaarriola.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490842739972151810/posts/default/7907897674303450614'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490842739972151810/posts/default/7907897674303450614'/><author><name>papot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041426659718059334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490842739972151810.post-3480670895009057978</id><published>2007-02-18T00:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T10:29:51.834-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Counting down the hours...</title><summary type='text'>I can't put myself to sleep! Everyone's into the oblivion already. And here I am still typing nothing. I got tired playing bejeweled. I got nothing to blah about but I can't get enough doze to bring me to neverland. My bebeh is busy packing up things for home. In less than a day he will leave for PI. I am just so excited to hold him in flesh. Feel his warmth... his presence is enough for me to </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.marciaarriola.com/2007/02/counting-down-hours.html' title='Counting down the hours...'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490842739972151810&amp;postID=3480670895009057978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.marciaarriola.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490842739972151810/posts/default/3480670895009057978'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490842739972151810/posts/default/3480670895009057978'/><author><name>papot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041426659718059334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490842739972151810.post-5761285140033986073</id><published>2007-02-14T01:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T10:38:18.995-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day</title><summary type='text'>Happy Valentine's everyone. May this day of hearts be a meaningful one to renew your vows of love to your partner.


lest that i fail to kiss you hon
lest that i miss how handsome you are
lest that i flout the i love you every night
lest that i forget who you are
don't hesitate to remind me coz
i might be old and weary by then.
I love you now, then and forever babe!

Happy Valentine's Day... c u </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.marciaarriola.com/2007/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490842739972151810&amp;postID=5761285140033986073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.marciaarriola.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490842739972151810/posts/default/5761285140033986073'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490842739972151810/posts/default/5761285140033986073'/><author><name>papot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041426659718059334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490842739972151810.post-142376304750267520</id><published>2007-02-11T10:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T10:21:08.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart's Day is a few stretch away</title><summary type='text'>Red is the color of the week, heart is the shape you'll see everywhere. Flowers and chocolates are staples you'll see around. Treats for couples are available in every stalls. Concerts are flooding the entertainment market. Whoa! Valentine's is indeed unstoppable. Since I can't beat 'em i'll join them. Am gonna grab some chocolates in the mall as soon as i get the chance. Five days after, i'll be</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.marciaarriola.com/2007/02/hearts-day-is-few-stretch-away.html' title='Heart&apos;s Day is a few stretch away'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490842739972151810&amp;postID=142376304750267520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.marciaarriola.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490842739972151810/posts/default/142376304750267520'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490842739972151810/posts/default/142376304750267520'/><author><name>papot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041426659718059334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490842739972151810.post-7401165928363799923</id><published>2007-02-07T23:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T10:13:05.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mutual vulnerability</title><summary type='text'>A long chats coupled with pc calls are the ones that best completes my day. Never mind if I stay up really late at night until the dusk of dawn as long as I am in the company of my too far hubby. One positive thing that long distance relationship like ours have is the constant effort to communicate... to reach out... to lovingly exchange sweet nothings... silly things and most importantly  </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.marciaarriola.com/2007/02/mutual-vulnerability.html' title='mutual vulnerability'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490842739972151810&amp;postID=7401165928363799923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.marciaarriola.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490842739972151810/posts/default/7401165928363799923'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490842739972151810/posts/default/7401165928363799923'/><author><name>papot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041426659718059334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490842739972151810.post-6440405933930034255</id><published>2007-02-04T09:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T09:57:39.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Intimacy in a long distance relationship</title><summary type='text'>Intimacy in a long distance relationship?? i got no problem with this i had the yahoo calls and the yahoo messenger to bridge the distance that keeps us apart... so i thought...hmmm... nothing beats of course the presence of your loved one. Goodness! the love bug in the love month had bitten me and knocked me out...</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.marciaarriola.com/2007/02/intimacy-in-long-distance-relationship.html' title='Intimacy in a long distance relationship'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490842739972151810&amp;postID=6440405933930034255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.marciaarriola.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490842739972151810/posts/default/6440405933930034255'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490842739972151810/posts/default/6440405933930034255'/><author><name>papot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041426659718059334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490842739972151810.post-5389248535999047686</id><published>2007-01-29T21:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T09:50:41.648-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Balance a perfectionist ideal"</title><summary type='text'>I let go of the word balance in my life today! I burnt it together with the dried leaves and twigs I swept this afternoon in the side lawn. Deng! I was caught off guard by my anger again as I am trying so hard to balance my role as the mother, father, driver, nanny, tutor of my 4 year old girl. But oftentimes, she gets into me so hard that I am eaten alive. Now, I know that balance indeed doesn't</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.marciaarriola.com/2007/01/balance-perfectionist-ideal.html' title='&quot;Balance a perfectionist ideal&quot;'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490842739972151810&amp;postID=5389248535999047686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.marciaarriola.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490842739972151810/posts/default/5389248535999047686'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490842739972151810/posts/default/5389248535999047686'/><author><name>papot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041426659718059334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490842739972151810.post-5247110738912863377</id><published>2007-01-25T22:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T09:39:00.521-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nonsensical me but that's just me</title><summary type='text'>My spirit finds lushness in it's absurdity, i get to appreciate the beauty of life in my most ludicrous moments. It is on those times that I get to stop and renew my ties with myself. Then, by so doing I begin to appreciate everything that I have in my life.
Oftentimes when I grumble and start to complain it is during that time that I get in touch with the silly me. Dang! it easily pushes me to </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.marciaarriola.com/2007/01/nonsensical-me-but-thats-just-me.html' title='Nonsensical me but that&apos;s just me'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490842739972151810&amp;postID=5247110738912863377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.marciaarriola.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490842739972151810/posts/default/5247110738912863377'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490842739972151810/posts/default/5247110738912863377'/><author><name>papot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041426659718059334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490842739972151810.post-8588165047444885250</id><published>2007-01-20T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T09:19:19.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Individuation....</title><summary type='text'>a word that sure caught my attention. Not because I haven't encountered it nor I doubted that there is such this word but because of its meaning. "Individuation is a term for the lifelong process of becoming an individual" Of course, there's nothing fussy about it as we indeed all go through a certain course of discovery for the individual that we are but when it is associated to marriage i was </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.marciaarriola.com/2007/01/individuation.html' title='Individuation....'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490842739972151810&amp;postID=8588165047444885250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.marciaarriola.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490842739972151810/posts/default/8588165047444885250'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490842739972151810/posts/default/8588165047444885250'/><author><name>papot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041426659718059334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490842739972151810.post-994811040394788051</id><published>2007-01-16T21:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T09:06:54.649-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gen up!</title><summary type='text'>exams are really here to stay.... jamie had just had her exams done today. it will until friday. but she seemed to careless about her studies. She'd rather play lego and barbie than sit still and review. To avoid conflict i let her be for now. But a little later we will sit down and get on to the review time... eeeekkkk.... i am such a freak!</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.marciaarriola.com/2007/01/gen-up.html' title='Gen up!'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490842739972151810&amp;postID=994811040394788051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.marciaarriola.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490842739972151810/posts/default/994811040394788051'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490842739972151810/posts/default/994811040394788051'/><author><name>papot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041426659718059334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490842739972151810.post-1117702686713394777</id><published>2007-01-14T10:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T08:58:43.281-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend at Sun City</title><summary type='text'>yes we drove all the way to laguna to dip ourselves to a hot spring. Traffic had been terrible. We were jammed for at least about four hours before we reached our destination. Yay! it was nice that we got a lot of food in the van so we let the time pass by gobbling food to our hearts content.  When we finally arrived at our destination, the kids got real excited to dive in the pool. They were </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.marciaarriola.com/2007/01/weekend-at-sun-city.html' title='Weekend at Sun City'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490842739972151810&amp;postID=1117702686713394777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.marciaarriola.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490842739972151810/posts/default/1117702686713394777'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490842739972151810/posts/default/1117702686713394777'/><author><name>papot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041426659718059334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490842739972151810.post-3343140648952638031</id><published>2007-01-10T20:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T09:06:29.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>messed like crazy</title><summary type='text'>... i needed to run fast to the bank to preempt an imminent back charge. 'ew! i completely forgot that i issued this check. Good thing that the bank officer that handles my account called me up and informed me about it. So i ran fast like a scampering chicken to fund the check... thanks tita janet you are a savior! Now all's well and i didn't get that nutty bank penalty. Whoa!</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.marciaarriola.com/2007/01/messed-like-crazy.html' title='messed like crazy'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490842739972151810&amp;postID=3343140648952638031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.marciaarriola.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490842739972151810/posts/default/3343140648952638031'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490842739972151810/posts/default/3343140648952638031'/><author><name>papot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041426659718059334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490842739972151810.post-8492375436812274316</id><published>2007-01-04T19:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T08:47:07.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>heheheh... reality check...</title><summary type='text'>back to driving to and fro school. early morning wake up is a struggle. weather is still cold and inviting to spend more time in bed. But the truth is shouting real loud in my face... there's mor e life than sleeping. So this morning i woke up early and washed the car to make it look and smell squeaky clean. And it did! I am happy and I should be happy! Now i sound convinced that I am happy....</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.marciaarriola.com/2007/01/heheheh-reality-check.html' title='heheheh... reality check...'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490842739972151810&amp;postID=8492375436812274316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.marciaarriola.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490842739972151810/posts/default/8492375436812274316'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490842739972151810/posts/default/8492375436812274316'/><author><name>papot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041426659718059334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490842739972151810.post-8661926370150879272</id><published>2007-01-02T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T08:51:44.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The second day of the New Year</title><summary type='text'>.... is my mom-in-law's birthday so festivities is still very much present in the air. We still expect to get more food laid on the table for us to grapple with our fats and calories and appetite. After today, slow down on calorie intake should take place... yes and i stressed...should take place. Oh well i do hope it will take place...wwwaaahhhhh.... whatever. Weight check!?? oh forget it am </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.marciaarriola.com/2007/02/second-day-of-new-year.html' title='The second day of the New Year'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490842739972151810&amp;postID=8661926370150879272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.marciaarriola.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490842739972151810/posts/default/8661926370150879272'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490842739972151810/posts/default/8661926370150879272'/><author><name>papot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041426659718059334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490842739972151810.post-1882538294480687325</id><published>2007-01-01T20:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T09:05:26.821-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Year over....</title><summary type='text'>just got home from teresa hgts... another year had been over. 2007 is a new set of intricate weaves to be unsewn for me to straighten out things that needs to be straighten. Though it might be intricate and intertwining things will sure get better as days will passby... finger crossed i am zooming to get on with life...</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.marciaarriola.com/2007/01/another-year-over.html' title='Another Year over....'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490842739972151810&amp;postID=1882538294480687325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.marciaarriola.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490842739972151810/posts/default/1882538294480687325'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490842739972151810/posts/default/1882538294480687325'/><author><name>papot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041426659718059334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490842739972151810.post-2136250502892241169</id><published>2006-12-30T23:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T08:19:50.189-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing significant...so ithought</title><summary type='text'>but i was dead wrong many things are noteworthy today... hefty i would say. Goodness! I almost had this text message from my bebeh deleted... "malayo ka babe but wen ur online, u simd 2 b bit closer, now ang layo layo mo, i miss u:( lov u. ako 22log na. ingat kyo plagi." 'aw i got this message on Christmas eve and it just made me shed tears. In an hour i will be offline again as I will spend the </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.marciaarriola.com/2006/12/nothing-significantso-ithought.html' title='Nothing significant...so ithought'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490842739972151810&amp;postID=2136250502892241169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.marciaarriola.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490842739972151810/posts/default/2136250502892241169'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490842739972151810/posts/default/2136250502892241169'/><author><name>papot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041426659718059334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490842739972151810.post-6926676124872356520</id><published>2006-12-27T10:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T08:37:10.749-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unshattered spirit and zest to life</title><summary type='text'>I am back from my Christmas vacation and i got this real nice realization....
Life had been really hard back in my province. The effects of the recent typhoons can really be felt by almost all. Electricity was there but from time to time we would have none. But amidst all the inconveniences that we suffered there still the zest for life of all these hard striken people of my province is </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.marciaarriola.com/2007/12/unshattered-spirit-and-zest-to-life.html' title='Unshattered spirit and zest to life'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490842739972151810&amp;postID=6926676124872356520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.marciaarriola.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490842739972151810/posts/default/6926676124872356520'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490842739972151810/posts/default/6926676124872356520'/><author><name>papot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041426659718059334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490842739972151810.post-3478994435656807456</id><published>2006-12-22T13:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T08:36:21.655-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Break in an outskirt</title><summary type='text'>But that outskirt is my birthplace so i rather be there and spend the holidays with my kins... our ride will leave in five (5) hours. Von voyage to me and Jamie :)  We will be leaving a number of Christmas Parties and great city festivities but our trip will be hell worth it.  Though two devastating typhoons  hit my province many of my kins sure had not been pushed down to the pit. I am positive </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.marciaarriola.com/2007/12/christmas-break-in-outskirt.html' title='Christmas Break in an outskirt'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490842739972151810&amp;postID=3478994435656807456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.marciaarriola.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490842739972151810/posts/default/3478994435656807456'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490842739972151810/posts/default/3478994435656807456'/><author><name>papot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041426659718059334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry></feed>