<?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-3948310</id><updated>2012-02-17T08:32:04.031+08:00</updated><category term='theory of relativity'/><title type='text'>ann's spot</title><subtitle type='html'>life is.....WONDERFUL!!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annavis.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annavis.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>80</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948310.post-6496994558612488069</id><published>2008-08-30T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T22:53:01.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lunch... or what's left of it</title><summary type='text'>      bbq chicken for my good friend - linnormy sizzling bangus..... yummm... yummm... with matching red egg salad and garlic ricewhat's left are bones, skin and bbq sticks....      &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/6496994558612488069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/6496994558612488069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annavis.blogspot.com/2008_08_30_archive.html#6496994558612488069' title='lunch... or what&amp;#39;s left of it'/><author><name>ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948310.post-1990171310761684521</id><published>2008-08-04T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T18:42:55.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ganito ka ba mag-Ingles?</title><summary type='text'>    hopefully, not!!!!!    &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/1990171310761684521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/1990171310761684521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annavis.blogspot.com/2008_08_04_archive.html#1990171310761684521' title='Ganito ka ba mag-Ingles?'/><author><name>ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948310.post-5001920040153956573</id><published>2008-03-06T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T21:39:31.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>something to think about</title><summary type='text'>Just yesterday, as i was hurrying out of the school building, i bumped into one of my students. He asked, " Do you love your work?" a lot of things ran through my mind.... my thoughts started to think, well....actually this is a profound question, requiring me to look inside myself, evaluate my work performance, assess if i'm making a difference in my students... what came out as an answer was a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/5001920040153956573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/5001920040153956573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annavis.blogspot.com/2008_03_06_archive.html#5001920040153956573' title='something to think about'/><author><name>ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948310.post-8621524132179507705</id><published>2007-07-31T14:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T16:36:01.729+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='theory of relativity'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>.... lazy Sunday morning (July 29), meaning i catch up a bit of my work during the quiet morning hours, my son already seated beside me trying to decide what to have for breakfast which he knows mommy will "readily" whip up....  Suddenly, "I'm rich!"  Huh?  "I have 12,000 pesos."  Really? I wish I had that kind of money.... hhmmm.....When asked where the money is, my son promptly answered that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/8621524132179507705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/8621524132179507705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annavis.blogspot.com/2007_07_31_archive.html#8621524132179507705' title=''/><author><name>ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948310.post-107096543045518840</id><published>2003-12-09T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-09T18:24:52.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ups and Downs of The Past Week.Nov 30 - happily decorating the house with reds, golds and greens. listening to christmas music (david foster and harry connick jr.) while writing christmas cards to family and friends abroad.Dec 1 - Uuhhh...bbrrr.... felt the first chill of the winter (faux lang naman) season.Dec 2 - Bea woke up with tummy ache which wouldn't go away by lunch and eventually </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/107096543045518840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/107096543045518840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annavis.blogspot.com/2003_12_09_archive.html#107096543045518840' title=''/><author><name>ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948310.post-106956812544731883</id><published>2003-11-23T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T14:44:38.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Time to  dance  Both Bea and Rance got very high marks on their report cards for the first half of the school year. To top it all off - I'm on the last project with next week as a deadline! Whoppee!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/106956812544731883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/106956812544731883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annavis.blogspot.com/2003_11_23_archive.html#106956812544731883' title=''/><author><name>ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948310.post-106908320140389034</id><published>2003-11-16T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-18T10:49:12.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"What is war?" Ricky and I had just tuned in to Mel Gibson's "We Were Soldiers" - a movie about American soldiers in the Vietnam war. The actors were getting ready for war, saying goodbyes to  their wives and children. Bea was sitting with us and playing with her toys. Her question put questions in our minds as well. How do we explain war to children? There had been so many wars in the world - </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/106908320140389034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/106908320140389034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annavis.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106908320140389034' title=''/><author><name>ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948310.post-106879091915175694</id><published>2003-11-14T14:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-16T11:02:59.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>1. Using one adjective, describe your current living space. snug2. Using two adjectives, describe your current employer. woman, flexible - I'm looking at her in the mirror. Lucky me!3. Using three adjectives, describe your favorite hobby/pasttime.stress-reliever, quiet, colorful4. Using four adjectives, describe your typical day.  relaxed, kidstuff, fun, challenging5. Using five adjectives, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/106879091915175694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/106879091915175694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annavis.blogspot.com/2003_11_14_archive.html#106879091915175694' title=''/><author><name>ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948310.post-106853183402794489</id><published>2003-11-11T14:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T17:49:42.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Can we watch My First Romance?" Huh? Did I hear right? What's this from my six-year-old child? The movie was more of a teeny-bopper type of movie with first loves and crushes - and I  personally don't think my little girl turned into a teenager overnight without my noticing. I bit the "No" answer I wanted to issue and instead asked her why she asked. She said she was just reading what was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/106853183402794489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/106853183402794489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annavis.blogspot.com/2003_11_11_archive.html#106853183402794489' title=''/><author><name>ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948310.post-106785489651686449</id><published>2003-11-03T18:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T18:21:50.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>From sunny highs to rainy day lows. After playing in the sun, and I think having too much fun, Bea got coughs on Halloween and proceeded to develop a slight fever a few days after, with still no relief to her coughing fits despite the otc medicine taken. It was to the doctor's we went, only to find out after numerous calls that most of the doctors decided to take a few days vacation in observance</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/106785489651686449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/106785489651686449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annavis.blogspot.com/2003_11_03_archive.html#106785489651686449' title=''/><author><name>ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948310.post-106748015859082675</id><published>2003-10-30T10:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-23T14:20:08.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> YIPPEE!!! It's sem break and I seem to feel happier than any of the kids **tee-hee**   We've also just finished the 2nd quarter exams. Aside from studying, the children had two days' of fun activities in school. Last Oct 18, they had the mini-olympics. Their classes had their own flags, and the children paraded around the school gym to the start off the proceedings.  I proudly watched my two </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/106748015859082675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/106748015859082675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annavis.blogspot.com/2003_10_30_archive.html#106748015859082675' title=''/><author><name>ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948310.post-106585805684846569</id><published>2003-10-11T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-11T16:07:15.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Week-long hiatus. "Peace man!" the doctor proclaimed after examining my son's eye. "Peace" short for pis, short for piskat, the local term for sore eyes or conjuctivitis. My son had woken up last Thurs. (Oct 2) morning with his left eye half closed, red around the eyeball and a little swelling along the eyelid. Ricky had just arrived from Dumaguete and they had to go to the doctor pronto!Rance </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/106585805684846569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/106585805684846569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annavis.blogspot.com/2003_10_11_archive.html#106585805684846569' title=''/><author><name>ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948310.post-106464816144483735</id><published>2003-09-27T15:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-12T22:39:02.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A week just ZOOMED by... It was Monday when Rance brought some garden soil to school. He was studying the parts of a plant this week. And yesterday (Friday), he came out of his class and handed me bean sprouts in a pot where there was only soil five days ago - nature in all its wonder and beauty! My son recited this to  me, "Seeds grow into plants with sun and air and love and care!" </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/106464816144483735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/106464816144483735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annavis.blogspot.com/2003_09_27_archive.html#106464816144483735' title=''/><author><name>ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948310.post-106404322357236009</id><published>2003-09-20T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T14:52:56.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Feeling indulgent.... Just bought a small bottle of Clinique's Happy Heart - I absolutely  LOVE it's flowery scent! ********************Now that we're already into the -ber months, do you know that Nat'l Bookstore is already has piped in Christmas songs and its personnel are hanging up the Christmas decors? This is way too early, if you ask me.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/106404322357236009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/106404322357236009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annavis.blogspot.com/2003_09_20_archive.html#106404322357236009' title=''/><author><name>ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948310.post-106386805014333969</id><published>2003-09-18T14:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-27T15:40:48.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nemo Found !My children absolutely LOVE Nemo and Dory, they think the fishes are so cute, cuddly, and lovable. I wouldn't let them see this picture though, it might break their hearts. For me, I think it's a rather cute picture.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/106386805014333969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/106386805014333969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annavis.blogspot.com/2003_09_18_archive.html#106386805014333969' title=''/><author><name>ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948310.post-106370668131033469</id><published>2003-09-16T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-08T14:31:03.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Craving for twister fries....hmm......What's with me and the old songs? Ever since I chanced upon a Rod Stewart concert at MTV singing songs from the big band era like "The Very Thought Of You," and "The Nearness of You," I've been humming them every now and then. *sigh* Is this the sign of getting older and wanting to listen to slower music?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/106370668131033469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/106370668131033469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annavis.blogspot.com/2003_09_16_archive.html#106370668131033469' title=''/><author><name>ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948310.post-106343582741260828</id><published>2003-09-13T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-16T18:08:14.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>( feeling...)   Just received the children's report cards this morning. They got my son confused with somebody else. His report card says that he's doing well in school, is articulate, likes to participate in classroom discussions, can do his work independently, and has learned all the lessons in the first quarter proficiently. This is not my Rance. Rance, who upon seeing me finish with his </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/106343582741260828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/106343582741260828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annavis.blogspot.com/2003_09_13_archive.html#106343582741260828' title=''/><author><name>ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948310.post-106326142068102361</id><published>2003-09-11T14:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-11T14:23:40.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AAArrrggg!!!! My phone is down again. Gift of my hubby, my relatively new toy/gadget - the nokia 6100 is Out Of Order! I honestly can't believe it. Ricky bought the unit last June, and I got to use it around July. Just last month (Aug), in the middle of the afternoon, the unit had a power failure, as in I couldn't turn it on, can't even charge the unit, no lights or moving bars when i plug the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/106326142068102361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/106326142068102361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annavis.blogspot.com/2003_09_11_archive.html#106326142068102361' title=''/><author><name>ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948310.post-106334465016514074</id><published>2003-09-11T07:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-16T13:56:20.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>(aahhhh...... )   Mooncakes are one of my favorite favorite foods. Got the cakes from Mla. courtesy of an aunt in Mla. who gave to an uncle in Mla. who sent it to an aunt in Cebu who gave us some. YUMMY!!! What do we do without the family members who surround us and continually look out for us? hhmmm....Happy Tiong Chiu Tsie!! Annually, my father's side of the family would gather in our Pque </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/106334465016514074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/106334465016514074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annavis.blogspot.com/2003_09_11_archive.html#106334465016514074' title=''/><author><name>ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948310.post-106317451775338460</id><published>2003-09-10T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-10T14:15:17.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Concern yourself not with what you tried and failed in, but with what it is still possible for you to do. Pope John XXIII (1881-1963)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/106317451775338460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/106317451775338460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annavis.blogspot.com/2003_09_10_archive.html#106317451775338460' title=''/><author><name>ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948310.post-106283391640850244</id><published>2003-09-06T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-06T15:47:20.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bits of China. Spent some time last night watching TV, and I chanced upon a Chinese talk show. There was a host and two guest speakers. It's been along time since I listened to Mandarin * he he* good thing there were English subtitles (and I could read those in a jiffy!). I didn't know what the topic of the show was, just that they were discussing the Chinese language becoming second to English </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/106283391640850244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/106283391640850244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annavis.blogspot.com/2003_09_06_archive.html#106283391640850244' title=''/><author><name>ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948310.post-106265225539402291</id><published>2003-09-04T13:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-04T13:10:55.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Annoying mail. For the past week or so, I've been receiving quite a lot of mail from various email addresses with the subject "approved" , "your details"  or "thank you." They're either 98K or 101K size of msgs and when I scan them with the norton antivirus, they always contain a worm. I simply delete them, but they usually fill up my mailbox and it gets irritating. Don't these people have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/106265225539402291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/106265225539402291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annavis.blogspot.com/2003_09_04_archive.html#106265225539402291' title=''/><author><name>ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948310.post-106213504008360978</id><published>2003-08-29T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-04T13:03:25.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Too Fast. I feel as if the days are going by so fast - can you imagine the start of the -ber months is next week?  Another year's coming to an end....*sigh*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/106213504008360978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/106213504008360978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annavis.blogspot.com/2003_08_29_archive.html#106213504008360978' title=''/><author><name>ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948310.post-106179034191204855</id><published>2003-08-25T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-04T13:05:35.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Blah Week! The past week has been quite trying. The children had their exams from Tues to Thurs - and on different time scheds too! We were reviewing the lessons on a daily basis and in the midst of it all, Rance woke up with a slight fever Wed am. After taking some medication and sweating it out, he felt better and didn't miss his test for the day. After the exams and when I thought it was time</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/106179034191204855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/106179034191204855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annavis.blogspot.com/2003_08_25_archive.html#106179034191204855' title=''/><author><name>ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948310.post-106118716315925070</id><published>2003-08-18T14:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-18T14:13:22.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Is This Me? Took an online quiz - just for fun!!You're dark, twisted and gorgeous, Angelina Jolie. What sexy girl are you brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/106118716315925070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/106118716315925070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annavis.blogspot.com/2003_08_18_archive.html#106118716315925070' title=''/><author><name>ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948310.post-106118572461924403</id><published>2003-08-18T13:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-18T13:49:41.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Weekend Rush. Saturday was spent going over lessons with Bea, in preparation for the periodicals this coming midweek. We did go to Ayala for Bea's Kumon class,and we caught the "Song of Mulan." Since the lines were long, we decided to stand outside the seating area and Ricky had no choice but to lift Bea unto his shoulders. Bea totally liked the 30-minute musical. The costumes and stage were very</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/106118572461924403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/106118572461924403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annavis.blogspot.com/2003_08_18_archive.html#106118572461924403' title=''/><author><name>ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948310.post-106084192710612200</id><published>2003-08-14T14:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-14T14:33:03.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Midweek Special. Time for the movie "Finding Nemo." Guess I'm as excited as the kids. The children were able to wake up on time - 6am instead of the usual 8. A bit groggy, but the thought of the movie erased their sleepiness quickly. I went with Bea, and the maid with Rance. Ricky wasn't able to make it for he had to get some things done in the office before he flew off to Bacolod today. Bea </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/106084192710612200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/106084192710612200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annavis.blogspot.com/2003_08_14_archive.html#106084192710612200' title=''/><author><name>ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948310.post-106058170603958261</id><published>2003-08-11T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-11T14:02:59.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Time to face the music. The CD I've been waiting for finally arrived, and I spent the better half of the afternoon and the midnight hours getting a start on the companies' income statements for submission this Friday. I'm trying to get everything finished by Tues night, so I can fully enjoy "Finding Nemo" on Wednesday. No doubt about it, I still enjoy watching cartoons. don't you?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/106058170603958261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/106058170603958261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annavis.blogspot.com/2003_08_11_archive.html#106058170603958261' title=''/><author><name>ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948310.post-106041528161927252</id><published>2003-08-09T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-09T15:48:01.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>For the Romantics :) It occurred to me then that some people are like prisms: Anyone with a light in them can be near that person and have their light refracted into many different colors, like the colors of the roses around us. Prisms by themselves cannot make light, and light by itself cannot divide into the lovely colors of the rainbow. James Charlet's wife must have been like a prism, being </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/106041528161927252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/106041528161927252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annavis.blogspot.com/2003_08_09_archive.html#106041528161927252' title=''/><author><name>ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948310.post-106041450403007340</id><published>2003-08-09T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-09T15:35:03.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Interesting Fact. One of the times I get to watch the TV, I tuned into Nat'l Geographic. Maggots - the new cure? Who thinks about flies anyway? We only try to swat them whenever we see them, and for good reason for they carry LOTS of germs. 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Last Wednesday being a holiday,  Ricky decided to take Rance for a haircut in the morning, but the barber shop was too crowded, so they ended up going to the supermarket instead and then off to lunch afterwards. Bea and I stayed at home as we were going over some lessons - in preparation for the periodicals in the next two weeks. Ricky then went out for lunch with his friends </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/106032404250136388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/106032404250136388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annavis.blogspot.com/2003_08_08_archive.html#106032404250136388' title=''/><author><name>ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948310.post-106006508676988735</id><published>2003-08-05T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-04T13:06:44.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok this is it. It's the calm before the storm....It's Aug - time for the quarterly returns in conjuction with the regular monthly jobs I do. The deadline is already next week for single props (roughly 15 companies per my guess), but I haven't received the files from Mla. yet! YIKES!!  Just a note on Uncle James - he underwent surgery this morning. Quadruple bypass. Prayers would be most welcome.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/106006508676988735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/106006508676988735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annavis.blogspot.com/2003_08_05_archive.html#106006508676988735' title=''/><author><name>ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948310.post-105998014084591889</id><published>2003-08-04T14:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-05T14:25:07.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gadgets. Since I've gotten a nokia 6100 last month, I"ve been daydreaming about the camera that goes with it. Last Saturday, Ricky got me the camera  YEHEY!!! I've been taking some test shots and my little tots have tried their hand at it. The only thing I have to figure out is how to transfer the pics to the computer so I can include them in my blog.  Personally, I'm not that techy when it comes</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/105998014084591889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/105998014084591889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annavis.blogspot.com/2003_08_04_archive.html#105998014084591889' title=''/><author><name>ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948310.post-105981047567272938</id><published>2003-08-02T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-05T18:26:51.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Butterflies...not the colorful, fragile, and beautiful ones. Ever see some that are brownish or black with white spots? For the Chinese, these butterflies are harbringers of bad news for when you see one or two flitting around in front of you, that means someone close to you (family and relatives) will pass away. Or if someone dear to you has passed away, the butterfly is his or her way of paying</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/105981047567272938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/105981047567272938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annavis.blogspot.com/2003_08_02_archive.html#105981047567272938' title=''/><author><name>ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948310.post-105954369558311908</id><published>2003-07-30T13:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-30T13:41:35.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Two Different Tots - One Mom. Bea is sick. She had a headache during lunchtime, and when I felt her forehead, it was hot. Took her temperature and it registered 101. I had no choice but to let her stay home and rest. She actually cried when she saw me taking her brother to school. She even clung to my arm asking me to take her along. I just couldn't believe she loved going to school THAT much. My</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/105954369558311908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/105954369558311908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annavis.blogspot.com/2003_07_30_archive.html#105954369558311908' title=''/><author><name>ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948310.post-105920501802676576</id><published>2003-07-26T15:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-26T15:42:37.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My brother dropped by for an overnight stay. He was here on a business appointment yesterday at 4. There will a new mall constructed in the downtown area, and my brother was selling them slightly used sound system and projector units from Mla. The equipment hasn't been used for more than two years and still in good condition. He says the movie theaters are starting to close down one by one, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/105920501802676576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/105920501802676576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annavis.blogspot.com/2003_07_26_archive.html#105920501802676576' title=''/><author><name>ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948310.post-105911195645574838</id><published>2003-07-25T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-25T13:45:56.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Girl Talk. Spent two hours chatting with Ros, a high school friend. I didn't realize how much I missed that kind of conversation - smooth-flowing, spontaneous, speak your mind kind of talk. We've sort of lost touched after I got married - mainly because I concentrated on raising a family and didn't get to call her that often anymore. We talked about guys :) (Is there anything else?) She's still </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/105911195645574838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/105911195645574838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annavis.blogspot.com/2003_07_25_archive.html#105911195645574838' title=''/><author><name>ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948310.post-105859983046951078</id><published>2003-07-19T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-23T19:04:15.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>From the mouths of babes.  Rance was watching "Blues Clues" the other day, they were trying to find clues as to what makes Blue happy and trying to see what makes the other characters happy as well. I turned over to Rance and asked him what makes him happy. He said, "You, mommy!" Doesn't your heart just melt!?! Although the next time I asked him, he answered that playing and riding his car made </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/105859983046951078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/105859983046951078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annavis.blogspot.com/2003_07_19_archive.html#105859983046951078' title=''/><author><name>ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948310.post-95468902</id><published>2003-06-10T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-23T19:09:27.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Back to School Attended a parents' orientation a few days ago. The orientation started off with a VCD showing the activities it had during the last school year. The kids looked so cute! Rance is going to start nursery - his first in a "big school." I hope he has that much fun. I hope he doesn't cry and I really, really hope he'll learn to like studying. These days I've been attending school </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/95468902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/95468902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annavis.blogspot.com/2003_06_10_archive.html#95468902' title=''/><author><name>ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948310.post-95185307</id><published>2003-06-02T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-10T01:05:00.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bumming.. Been quite lazy the past few days though I still have a few loose ends to tie regarding work. Have you ever felt that way, like you just don't want to touch or even hear about the word work? Don't like to go beyond the everyday ordinary tasks that need to be done. I'm just reflecting... Linkin' Park  Caught a feature shown of the band last night rgdg their new album. Got to hear a few </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/95185307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/95185307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annavis.blogspot.com/2003_06_02_archive.html#95185307' title=''/><author><name>ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948310.post-95019804</id><published>2003-05-29T11:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-10T01:13:01.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Thing Not Missed. Heard there were strong rains and floods in Mla. the past few days. I know how high the waters could go and I'm thankful I'm not there. Floods are one thing I don't miss about Mla.  I remember a year ago, I had a client in the Sta. Mesa area where I drop by thrice a week to go over their books. It was raining quite hard, but by the time I left home, the rains had gone down to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/95019804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/95019804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annavis.blogspot.com/2003_05_29_archive.html#95019804' title=''/><author><name>ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948310.post-94789383</id><published>2003-05-23T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-05-23T23:55:48.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>&gt;Family Ties. Ricky's fourth aunt from Zamboanga stayed with us for a few days this week. She and her daughter Pinky arrived here for a two-week vacation. Can you imagine my mother-in-law has a total of 8 brothers and sisters - one in Manila, one in Cebu, and five in Zamboanga. Once they get togther, it's nice to hear them talk because they start catching up - what's happened to them, any malady </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/94789383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/94789383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annavis.blogspot.com/2003_05_23_archive.html#94789383' title=''/><author><name>ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948310.post-94504174</id><published>2003-05-18T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-05-18T01:11:09.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Something Bad to Something Good. Suffered thru a six-hour brownout last night. It was the result of a heavy downpour - the first this year. What's the first thing that goes thru your mind once the lights go out? OH NO!!!! Another wasted night! Can we go out instead - to somewhere with electriciy, with aircon? I hope the kids don't get fidgety and irritable. I hope the kids can sleep with this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/94504174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/94504174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annavis.blogspot.com/2003_05_18_archive.html#94504174' title=''/><author><name>ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948310.post-94343109</id><published>2003-05-15T03:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-19T15:21:29.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Not really a good day. Met a fellow school parent and she was telling me her mom passed away and the burial was last Sunday. Last Sunday was Mothers' Day. Can you ever imagine how you'd feel if you had to bury your mom on that particular day?  Also received news that one of our college schoolmates and ex-co worker passed away. How could anyone die so young?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/94343109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/94343109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annavis.blogspot.com/2003_05_15_archive.html#94343109' title=''/><author><name>ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948310.post-94274135</id><published>2003-05-14T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-05-14T01:05:21.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>White Ants Literally translated from a Chinese term for termites.... They are the reason I've spent a week away from blogging. Ricky found out our house had a little termite problem and had asked a carpenter to take a look.  The carpenter arrived last Monday and started knocking on the garage ceiling, the doors, and the walls of the house. They started their work outside - tearing down the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/94274135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/94274135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annavis.blogspot.com/2003_05_14_archive.html#94274135' title=''/><author><name>ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948310.post-93921348</id><published>2003-05-07T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-05-07T21:14:54.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In A Whirl. The past week just zoomed by. My mom was in her final days of vacation here in Cebu. She likes spending time with her grandchildren and accompanies them to summer school and shopping, eventually ends up spoiingl them in every possible way. My brother and sis in law also came by to enjoy the beach - sort of a pseudo honeymoon type of vacation. We had the tour of restos around here - </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/93921348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/93921348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annavis.blogspot.com/2003_05_07_archive.html#93921348' title=''/><author><name>ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948310.post-93600563</id><published>2003-05-01T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-05-01T23:58:05.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Big Boy Now. Rance surprised me today during dinner time.Everybody was sitting down and starting to have dinner. I, on the other hand, was just getting something to drink, when he suddenly said, "Mommy doesn't have a spoon." Huh? Everybody turned to look at my plate and true enough, I only have a fork beside my plate.  "See how he looks after his mom?" Ricky commented. Ahem...ahem..... I'm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/93600563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/93600563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annavis.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93600563' title=''/><author><name>ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948310.post-93385755</id><published>2003-04-28T15:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-04-29T11:19:06.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Simple Joy Received a letter today from Remy, a good friend of mine. We've known each other since the 90's. Although we don't talk as much as before, we try to keep in touch with each other's milestones - career, marriage, and kids. It just warms my heart to receive letters through the regular postal system. It's kind of old-fashioned in a world of email and texting, but I don't mind.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/93385755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/93385755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annavis.blogspot.com/2003_04_28_archive.html#93385755' title=''/><author><name>ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948310.post-93346228</id><published>2003-04-28T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-04-28T00:06:07.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In April, Maya Angelou was interviewed by Oprah on her 70+ birthday. Maya really is a marvel who has led quite an interesting and exciting life. Oprah asked her what she thought of growing older.  And, there on television, she said it was "exciting." Regarding body changes, she said there were many, occurring everyday...like her breasts. They seem to be in a race to see which will reach </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/93346228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/93346228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annavis.blogspot.com/2003_04_28_archive.html#93346228' title=''/><author><name>ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948310.post-92991987</id><published>2003-04-22T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-04-29T11:20:40.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ma's Here  My mom arrived today for a two-week visit. She's part of a group of Chinese women who practice dance together five days a week in Binondo. Some of these women plus their instructor are here to teach the local instructors a year's worth of dancing lessons. Dancing to them means ethnic Chinese dances involving fans and might include some gadgets I'm not aware of --- just kidding.... Well</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/92991987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/92991987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annavis.blogspot.com/2003_04_22_archive.html#92991987' title=''/><author><name>ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948310.post-92366753</id><published>2003-04-11T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-04-29T11:29:25.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy Birthday My little girl! 6 years old and as precocious as any six-year old girl can be. This year, she knew how to count down her birthday. She knew that March came before April - she said "After March, it will be April, April is my birthday." Come April, she'd count the days. A sample line would be - "It's April 5, tomorrow is 6 then 7 then 8 then 9, then it's 10 - my birthday. You should </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/92366753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/92366753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annavis.blogspot.com/2003_04_11_archive.html#92366753' title=''/><author><name>ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948310.post-91901180</id><published>2003-04-03T16:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-04-03T16:03:57.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cold Feet? You know what Rance kept on telling his teacher during his first week of school? Somehow, he thought of telling his teacher that I was calling for him. His teacher said it happened around once or twice during the one-hour session. Fortunately the teacher didn't believe him and instead directed him to other activities and told him that he hasn't finished his class so I won't be there </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/91901180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/91901180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annavis.blogspot.com/2003_04_03_archive.html#91901180' title=''/><author><name>ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948310.post-91606817</id><published>2003-03-30T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-03-30T00:23:32.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ggrrrr...... Found a nice and simple template and can't even publish it properly! Ano ba yan?!?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/91606817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/91606817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annavis.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#91606817' title=''/><author><name>ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948310.post-91452325</id><published>2003-03-27T10:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-03-27T10:47:35.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>School Rance is starting summer school this week. The course is called developmental reading. It's supposed to introduce him to the look and sound of letters of the alphabet, to let him start to read phonetically. I still have to see if he'll absorb the lessons. So far, he's into letters "L" and "I." I think they start with these letters since they're the simpler letters to recognize and write :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/91452325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/91452325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annavis.blogspot.com/2003_03_27_archive.html#91452325' title=''/><author><name>ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948310.post-91115361</id><published>2003-03-21T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-03-21T18:08:48.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Proud Mom Bea is top five of her classs. She just got home from the practice at school. Hay!! At least all my the tutoring paid off :) Just got the acceptance letter from school for Rance. He'll be starting nursery this June. At least he passed his interview and entrance exam. I'm a bit curious as to how he'll do in school.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/91115361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/91115361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annavis.blogspot.com/2003_03_21_archive.html#91115361' title=''/><author><name>ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948310.post-90826029</id><published>2003-03-17T08:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-03-23T12:13:31.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Summer What does summer mean to you? Does it conjure up images of the sun, sand, and beaches? Does it make you think of long languid days of lazing around? Got married on a sunny summer morning seven years ago today. Is it true what they say about the seven-year itch? I just wonder.....*bad* Anyway, we were able to spend our honeymoon here in Cebu admist their famous beaches. We spent about a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/90826029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/90826029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annavis.blogspot.com/2003_03_17_archive.html#90826029' title=''/><author><name>ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948310.post-90753548</id><published>2003-03-15T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-03-19T01:41:37.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Vacation. A school year has ended for Bea and summertime is here! Yehey! No more lessons! But me, as her mom, I still try to get her to do practice writing her words, to read a book or two, or do her numbers. Killjoy ba? Not only that, I've been meaning to enroll her in math or reading/language summer class, so as to improve her skills. I'm also trying to get Rance to summer class so as to slowly</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/90753548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/90753548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annavis.blogspot.com/2003_03_15_archive.html#90753548' title=''/><author><name>ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948310.post-90275407</id><published>2003-03-07T10:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-03-07T10:41:02.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tests. Time to take the final exams. I just hope Bea will be able to ace her exams. I'm trying not to give her undue pressure. I try to steer her into thinking that understanding the lessons is important and that knowledge is already an achievement. I will raise my voice sometimes, because I know she can grasp the lessons or memorize things easily but seems to have her attention elsewhere. How </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/90275407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/90275407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annavis.blogspot.com/2003_03_07_archive.html#90275407' title=''/><author><name>ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948310.post-90086809</id><published>2003-03-04T10:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-03-04T10:47:53.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cartoons. Took Bea to watch the Powerpuff Girls :0 I love cartoons! I can still remember spending the entire Saturday morning in front of the TV for my weekly "fix" of cartoons. In my time, cartoons didn't have mini-shows in malls, nor did they have meet-and-greet activities. I don't think there were licensed pens, crayons, water jugs, or bags before. In short, everything I owned was generic, but</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/90086809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/90086809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annavis.blogspot.com/2003_03_04_archive.html#90086809' title=''/><author><name>ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948310.post-89831464</id><published>2003-02-27T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-02-27T19:19:33.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One Big Step. Today my little boy Rance had an interview in school. He's 3 going on 4 this Aug., and he's going to apply for nursery at his sister's school. It's one big step for him - starting school and being in school for the next 17 or so years. I hope he knew the answers to the questions the teacher asked him. I've taught him the basics - letters, numbers, colors, shapes, some songs...but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/89831464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/89831464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annavis.blogspot.com/2003_02_27_archive.html#89831464' title=''/><author><name>ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948310.post-89703582</id><published>2003-02-25T18:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-02-25T18:21:21.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>After A WhileAfter awhile you learnthe subtle difference betweenholding a hand and chaining a soul and you learnthat love doesn't mean leaning and company doesn't always mean security. And you begin to learnthat kisses aren't contracts and presents aren't promises You begin to accept your defeats with your head up and your eyes ahead with the grace of an adult not the grief of a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/89703582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/89703582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annavis.blogspot.com/2003_02_25_archive.html#89703582' title=''/><author><name>ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948310.post-89624394</id><published>2003-02-24T08:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-02-25T18:06:30.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sports Attended the school sportsfest with Aevryl. She isn't engaged in any sport as of now, she was giving a dance number together with her classmates as part of the opening ceremonies of the games. Ricky was into sports a big way when he was in high school, he's a member of the track and field team and also part of the volleyball team in his high school. He used to practice everyday - Mondays </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/89624394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/89624394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annavis.blogspot.com/2003_02_24_archive.html#89624394' title=''/><author><name>ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948310.post-89399887</id><published>2003-02-20T08:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-02-20T08:57:52.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm BackBeen tinkering my template, looking for new ones on the internet as well. As you see, my site is sorta out of sorts in a way. Hopefully, I can get it right in the near future...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/89399887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/89399887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annavis.blogspot.com/2003_02_20_archive.html#89399887' title=''/><author><name>ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948310.post-88358045</id><published>2003-02-01T10:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-02-24T09:09:12.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEAR!! Does the new year bode well for the sign of the monkey? I really don't know....I haven't had the chance to really sit down and read all the newspapers and magazines with the latest predictions from the different renowed geomancers. Who can tell what will happen in the coming year? It really is tempting sometimes to want to know the future, a glimpse of what will be, a peek at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/88358045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/88358045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annavis.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88358045' title=''/><author><name>ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948310.post-88205222</id><published>2003-01-29T15:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-01-29T15:55:16.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MIDST OF A BUSY WEEK It didn't take long for me to get back to work after my SHORT vacation. Just looking at the BIR calendar already sets my panic buttons to high :(  the deadlines were 20th - mayor's permit &amp; license w/c would need total year sales' figures, 27th vat, 30th inventory (which means you already finished the clients' trial balances!!), and withholding tax. Can you believe that!!!  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/88205222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/88205222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annavis.blogspot.com/2003_01_29_archive.html#88205222' title=''/><author><name>ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948310.post-87381457</id><published>2003-01-14T08:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-01-14T08:56:10.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Home Came back to Cebu Wed (Jan 8). Had 1 luggage and 1 balikbayan box full of gifts and 1 twist-twist car for Rance. Got held up in the airport. Guess there was a regulation about not bringing anything with steel bars on the plane :&lt; had to slip a little something to the girl with the xray machine. Aevryl and Rance were ecstatic about their gifts from their ninongs and ninangs. It didn't matter </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/87381457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/87381457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annavis.blogspot.com/2003_01_14_archive.html#87381457' title=''/><author><name>ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948310.post-87005508</id><published>2003-01-06T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-01-06T21:41:45.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gano Excel Went to the office today and had a tete-a-tete with my friends Irene and Nette and my sister-in-law Cynthia. Both Irene and Nette have worked there for around two years already. We talked about what happened in the office, the staff, the stockists, management.... we all hope the company will grow to be more professional, and will develop adequate internal controls to safeguard its </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/87005508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/87005508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annavis.blogspot.com/2003_01_06_archive.html#87005508' title=''/><author><name>ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948310.post-86959366</id><published>2003-01-05T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-01-05T20:31:25.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy Three Kings!Attended mass, then proceeded to the Podium. We had lunch together with Auntie Victoria and Tino. The sudden passing away of Trini still hung in the air. How could one get over the death of one's son or one's brother? Tino tried to tell us the events that led to his passing, what kind of a person he was, what if's, "incompetence" of the hospital staff, how the kids are  coping..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/86959366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/86959366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annavis.blogspot.com/2003_01_05_archive.html#86959366' title=''/><author><name>ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948310.post-86877828</id><published>2003-01-03T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-01-03T23:14:27.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hectic DaysBeing in Mla. puts me in a tizzy - had a blood test (results were good, whew!), visited Value Point and got to talk to Dulce, Alex, Willy, and Oliver. Went to Ann's house and compared notes on children and nannies. JT talked endlessly about his Digimon characters, he practically knows every robot and was telling me the names of each one and showing me their pictures. Jet's smaller but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/86877828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/86877828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annavis.blogspot.com/2003_01_03_archive.html#86877828' title=''/><author><name>ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948310.post-86783887</id><published>2003-01-01T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-01-01T20:07:20.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEAR!Started the day with mass, personally officiated by Archbishop Cardinal Sin. It's the first day of the new year and at the same time the day of Mother Mary. Planned to visit Alabang Town Center and got lost on the way :) Guess I can't quite remember the roads that much. Met with my Uncle Alfred and Aunt Mila from Pampanga. They were accompanied by James with his wife and two </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/86783887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/86783887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annavis.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#86783887' title=''/><author><name>ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948310.post-86692140</id><published>2002-12-30T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-12-31T18:38:27.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy Reunion. Arrived Mla. 10am Dec 28. I was excited to see my old friends again. You know how they always say the best friends you'll have in life are the ones you went to high school with. I know I got some good friends in my high school buds. :) Dropped by Megamall late morning and early afternoon, browsed thru Book Wagon (for my babies) and the Stitches &amp; Things (for me). Then off we went </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/86692140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/86692140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annavis.blogspot.com/2002_12_30_archive.html#86692140' title=''/><author><name>ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948310.post-86528978</id><published>2002-12-26T08:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-12-26T09:01:26.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MERRY CHRISTMAS!!! Spent Christmas eve at our aunt's house. Ricky's cousin Biboy had finally come home to visit after 16 years in the States. Can you imagine not seeing your child for 16 years?!?! His brother's family (Abet and Ellen) came from Iligan to join the family reunion. We joined them and my mother-in-law and Ricky had a good time catching up with each other's news and happenings. Aevryl</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/86528978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/86528978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annavis.blogspot.com/2002_12_26_archive.html#86528978' title=''/><author><name>ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948310.post-86391689</id><published>2002-12-22T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-12-23T11:04:47.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Aaarrrgggghhh......!!!!! I'm really having a hard time redesigning my template..... maybe I should have stuck with the old one....hhmmm...can you believe i was able to post one template that covered my tag board and links????HHHEEELLLPP!!! Linnorias, when we get together next year...promise me you'll help me restore my "Comment" from Haloscan... and resize the tagboard.... PLEEAASEE....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/86391689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/86391689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annavis.blogspot.com/2002_12_22_archive.html#86391689' title=''/><author><name>ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948310.post-86356348</id><published>2002-12-21T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-12-23T10:52:10.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>At last, my daughter's exams are finished. So far, I've also finished my sub-con job with Bayantel (more to come next year...) ahem...ahem...I'm going to busy myself with my Mla. accounts. Try to update their books till Nov and hopefully finalize their financial statements by Feb of next year. I also have to get my things together for my visit to Manila next week. I'm really looking forward to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/86356348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/86356348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annavis.blogspot.com/2002_12_21_archive.html#86356348' title=''/><author><name>ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948310.post-85918818</id><published>2002-12-13T08:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-12-13T08:02:41.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Christmas is coming!!! And all I can think of is how am I supposed to get my act together???? I've sent greeting cards to family and friends living in foreign countries (this task is usually my priority - considering the term snail mail is really applicable here :). Then there are family and friends living in Manila and other provinces. Some I have to greet via email and text. Some I have to send</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/85918818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/85918818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annavis.blogspot.com/2002_12_13_archive.html#85918818' title=''/><author><name>ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948310.post-85867739</id><published>2002-12-12T09:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-12-12T09:22:32.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A four year old was at the pediatrician for a check up. As the doctor looked down her ears with an otoscope, he asked, "Do you think I'll find Big Bird in here?" The little girl stayed silent. Next, the doctor took a tongue depressor and looked down her throat. He asked, "Do you think I'll find the Cookie Monster down there" Again, the little girl was silent. Then the doctor put a stethoscope to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/85867739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/85867739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annavis.blogspot.com/2002_12_12_archive.html#85867739' title=''/><author><name>ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948310.post-85702963</id><published>2002-12-09T09:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-12-09T09:52:32.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Had dinner with a few of Ricky's friends (Gina, Shirley, Ayeen, and Jocelyn) last Saturday. It was very casual all-girl affair (except for my hubby :) though). They caught up with each others' lives including the lives of their classmates, a bit of gossip here and there included. Me, I did most of the listening, and enjoyed the night as much as they.My daughter Bea had her big dance number </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/85702963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/85702963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annavis.blogspot.com/2002_12_09_archive.html#85702963' title=''/><author><name>ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948310.post-85490587</id><published>2002-12-05T01:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-12-05T01:33:53.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A List To Live By The most destructive habit................... Worry The greatest joy .......................Giving The greatest loss.............................Self-respect The most satisfying work..................Helping Others The ugliest personality trait................Selfishness The most endangered species............. Dedicated Leaders Our greatest natural resource.............</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/85490587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/85490587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annavis.blogspot.com/2002_12_05_archive.html#85490587' title=''/><author><name>ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948310.post-84964496</id><published>2002-11-23T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-11-23T18:25:55.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>God gives hope to those who dream, gives miracles to those who believe. He never lets down those who trust and He never leaves those who walk with Him.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/84964496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/84964496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annavis.blogspot.com/2002_11_23_archive.html#84964496' title=''/><author><name>ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948310.post-84597789</id><published>2002-11-16T07:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-11-16T07:18:11.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>May we never let the things we don't have or can't have or shouldn't have, spoil our enjoyment of all that we have.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/84597789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948310/posts/default/84597789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annavis.blogspot.com/2002_11_16_archive.html#84597789' title=''/><author><name>ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
