tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56595863195787248612009-11-04T08:21:35.206+07:00Happy memories. Precious moments. Savored and cherished. For life.IA.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03169489511774112062noreply@blogger.comBlogger84125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5659586319578724861.post-34415868293821636292009-10-21T15:58:00.002+07:002009-10-21T16:18:25.929+07:00

The first time I applied for a visa to the U.S., I was naive and not prepared. Naive to state that I was going there to visit for a month, and not prepared with all the details of my finances. That time, a friend was granted a visa with money in her account not even enough to buy a ticket, so I thought, one bank account showing enough funds for airfare would suffice. I was refused a visa.From

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Elmo is on. I can hear Roo chuckling every now and then, and while I'm engrossed in my own computer time, I can't help but sneak a glance when Elmo starts talking to Mr. Noodle, or Mr. Noodle's brother, Mr. Noodle. Elmo would usually call on to Mr. Noodle whenever he wants to know how something is done, or when he wants an answer to his question. Mr. Noodle, ever a silent character, would then

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What do I want for my birthday? To travel would be the first thing off my mind, maybe. Other than that, I am not in "want" of anything right now. I'm in good health, my boys are happy and healthy. My dad and my siblings are all doing well. Nothing I can ask for really. Oh, maybe a good eight to ten-hour straight sleep! That would do! That's officially my birthday wish for this

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Thunder is rolling in the distance, the sky is gloomy and dark. Rains are on the way, but somehow I welcome the shower that will soon refresh the earth. These past few weeks have been busy with planning, planning, and planning. Till now none of our anniversary trip plans have gelled. Disasters and natural calamities everywhere have blocked our travel plans. So we might just stay put this

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Still reeling from all the horrors of the destruction that typhoon Ketsana caused in the Philippines, yesterday morning, I woke up to news of an earthquake and a tsunami in Samoa. More than one hundred people died, and others were swept to sea, still missing until now. Today, another earthquake occurred in Indonesia. One after another, these calamities come and leave behind such heart-wrenching

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Many a day, my son would come to me with a huge smile on his face, his eyes twinkling in excitement. His hand full, he would hand his load to me and say, "Flowers for you, mommy!" I would accept his offering, a bunch of them, and thank him for being so sweet. Red, yellow, green, orange, purple, blue, and the colors in between, the flowers stood straight and tall in my hand. Bright and cheerful

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The carpet was laid. Flowers were strewn all over it. The mood was festive. Love was in the air!The bride, covered in her veil, marched. The groom met her at the altar. The couple held hands and faced the minister. The minister beamed a smile at the couple, took one step towards them, and with a huge smile in his face, spread out his arms, and squeezed the couple into a big hug. After about five

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Life is great. God is good! Can't complain about anything. My boys and I are in good health, and we continue to enjoy each other's company.Life would even be more beautiful, I think, if my mommy was still with us. A year ago, we buried her. A year ago, a part of my heart died. And I still miss her terribly. At night, when all is quiet and I lay awake listening to the rhythmic snoring of my

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Today is the day my little Roo has been eagerly waiting for since he turned three. Today, my little boy started his first violin lesson. It was hard to tell though who was more excited: the boy or the mommy. ;D Excitement mixed with stress for me, as I decided to drive to the music studio, unsure whether there would be available parking, and whether we'd make it there on time. Plus the fact

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Many stories, no time to write. Or maybe I have time but no inspiration. Or maybe I'm just too busy at facebook. :DHope you're all well. Hope to update soon.

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My charge is busy. He is playing barber to one of his teddy bears. Might as well let him do that--who knows he'll end up being a barber. Instead of a farmer. While I write something. Which is hard to do when the barber throws question after question at me while snipping hair away. Mommy, what are the polar bear's enemies? What living things live indoors? Where do they sell tadpoles? Why

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If ever there's a song that makes my eyes get all teary-eyed and my hope in Christ become so strongly felt, it's this song. "No More Night" is one song that makes me wish life in this earth can just fast-forward, and we can get to the finale. My heart longs for that day when there will be "no more night, no more pain (oh yeah!), no more tears (I cry when I get to this part ;), never crying

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Haha! So much for the sound sleep I was imagining I'd have last night. Yesterday, my son's bed was delivered, and he was so excited about it that he didn't even ask to be cuddled to sleep. To my astonishment, he didn't even want me to get on his new bed! Yup, Roo is almost four, and all this time since he was about six months old, we've been co-sleeping. And yes, that's the reason why I

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We made it to the Dolphin Lagoon ten minutes before the show was scheduled to begin. The tickets cost $22.90/person, and includes admission to the Underwater World. The lagoon was quiet, although most of the front seats were already occupied. We walked over to the last few remaining front seats towards the left side of the shaded area, and got all settled in.Bubbling with excitement, Roo could

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Bright and early the next morning, we trooped down to the breakfast hall to fuel up. A waiter greeted us and asked us what we would like to eat: bacon or chicken sausages? And how do you want your eggs?At the buffet table, they had some fried rice, salad, and a variety of fresh fruits. Bread, healthy and otherwise, were laid out next to the toaster. Cold and hot drinks were available at the

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I've always loved the drive to and from Changi Airport. Towering trees spreading their branches out line the highways, and everything just looks so green! The taxi ride was pleasant--especially that we chanced upon a Maxicab instead of the usual old and vintage Singapore taxis. While the daddy photographer clicked photos away, Roo and I settled in to enjoy the scenery.It wasn't long before we

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My heart raced with the familiar jitters as we lined up at the immigration . There's just something about the "immigration" that unsettles me. Having to face the immigration officer in Singapore made it even worse. The first time I came here about eight or nine years ago, I experienced first hand the racial discrimination in this country. The officer took one glance at my passport then asked

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Roo received VIP treatment on the plane. He got to board the plane first. Along with first-class and business class passengers. Then he had a special welcome onboard. The stewardess walked up to his seat, said hello and asked him his name. After the hearty greeting came the treat: game boards!His food was served right after the plane took off. Which was timely because he was starving! His

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Six days away from the hustle and bustle of city life was bliss. And torture. The part of it without internet access was torture. Had so many stories to tell but internet at the hotel was so expensive that it totally blocked me off the writing mode. We're at Changi Airport now...waiting for the gate to open. Quiet here. One nice thing about Singapore, you can hear yourself think. Sentosa

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In an hour's time, our troop of three are heading to the airport. We are taking our Songkran holiday a week early, and we will be in Sentosa till Friday. Cross fingers I get to blog while there...if not, stories when we get back.Have a good week everyone!

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Every year since they started coming to Bangkok about ten years ago, I've never missed going to their shows. That is, until I gave birth to my baby. The ice skaters fascinate me, and the Disney part of it excites the child in me. I haven't gone for the past four years so I'm happy they're back in town! My boy is finally old enough to go! He is beside himself with excitement, and we're

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My heart skipped a beat when I saw him. We had just made the turn at the Pratunam-Rajadamri intersection when this traffic policeman standing in the middle of the road, waved his flashlight up and down, pointing at us. What did we do wrong this time? You never know what it is the policeman is stopping you for. It could be that you changed lanes when you were not supposed to, or turned when

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One of my old-time favorites, this song tugs at my heartstrings. Too often I get caught up with the mundane things of life. I forget I'm empty without Him. I forget I get thirsty when I don't drink of the Living Water that He offers freely. My soul longs for Him. My heart desires Him. I want to worship You my God!Check out Amy's blog for more TSMSS songs.

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In this post, I shared how my dad's love for me sheltered me from any want, or need, of another boy's love. Here, I related how MY man broke through all the walls, and barriers, I've built around myself, to fight for his love for me. Now, if these two men in my life came any later, my guess is, they would have had to contend with my latest beau, if they hope to capture even just a tiny piece of

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This past week I've been thinking a lot about my mom again. I miss her. So badly! Sometimes I wish I can just pray, and I will pray as hard as I could, for just one more moment with her. One more chat, one more hug.But no, it just can't be. She's gone. The only thing I can do is ask God to comfort my sad heart. And He does. He fills my heart with songs that brushes away the sadness that

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