<?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-5553758558758597009</id><updated>2011-04-21T10:44:29.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bEing KikAy and EveRythiNg...,</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mars-kikay.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553758558758597009/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mars-kikay.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12928782383217829885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_366Q4bM3iD8/SSOzKFt94tI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ojcZmmA_3ok/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553758558758597009.post-4294477369114301646</id><published>2009-01-11T00:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T23:44:04.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>we love this dog from baguio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt; This picture was taken during our baguio tour last year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt; we love this dog that is why we decided to have a picture with him. It's a Saint bernard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;The St. Bernard Dog is a very large &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Dog breed" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dog_breed"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;breed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt; of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Dog" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dog"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;dog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt; originally bred for rescue and as a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Working dog" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Working_dog"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;working dog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;. A full-grown male can weigh between 160 and 240 lb (73–110 kg) and the approximate height is 27½ inches to 35½ inches (70 to 90 cm).Saint Bernards are one of the largest dog breeds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289958851089983714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_366Q4bM3iD8/SWm1jDOm6OI/AAAAAAAAALE/UiuQwDiZZao/s400/Ryan+171.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;Say CHEEEEZEE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_366Q4bM3iD8/SWm0U1MbGWI/AAAAAAAAAK8/6rNcYsEt7zY/s1600-h/Ryan+170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289957507292928354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_366Q4bM3iD8/SWm0U1MbGWI/AAAAAAAAAK8/6rNcYsEt7zY/s400/Ryan+170.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5553758558758597009-4294477369114301646?l=mars-kikay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mars-kikay.blogspot.com/feeds/4294477369114301646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5553758558758597009&amp;postID=4294477369114301646' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553758558758597009/posts/default/4294477369114301646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553758558758597009/posts/default/4294477369114301646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mars-kikay.blogspot.com/2009/01/we-love-this-dog-from-baguio.html' title='we love this dog from baguio'/><author><name>mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12928782383217829885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_366Q4bM3iD8/SSOzKFt94tI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ojcZmmA_3ok/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_366Q4bM3iD8/SWm1jDOm6OI/AAAAAAAAALE/UiuQwDiZZao/s72-c/Ryan+171.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553758558758597009.post-3103063517958994991</id><published>2009-01-11T00:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T00:46:39.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what's inside a place called CLEAN ROOM?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clean Room&lt;/strong&gt; is a work area in which the air quality, temperature and humidity are highly regulated in order to protect sensitive equipment from contamination. Clean rooms are important features in the production of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.webopedia.com/TERM/C/silicon.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;silicon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.webopedia.com/TERM/C/chip.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;chips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.webopedia.com/TERM/C/hard_disk_drive.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;hard disk drives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt; and other technologies such as satellites. The air in a clean room is repeatedly filtered to remove dust particles and other impurities that can damage the production of highly sensitive technologies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;The measure of the air quality of a clean room is described in Federal Standard 209. Clean rooms are rated as "Class 10,000," where there exists no more than 10,000 particles larger than 0.5 microns in any given cubic foot of air; "Class 1000," where there exists no more than 1000 particles; and "Class 100," where there exists no more than 100 particles. Hard disk drive fabrication requires a Class 100 clean room. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;People who work in clean rooms must wear special protective clothing called "bunny suits" that do not give off lint particles and prevent human skin and hair particles from entering the room's atmosphere. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_366Q4bM3iD8/SWmwWfFtWuI/AAAAAAAAAKU/Z4iY74jGBmA/s1600-h/DSC00494.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_366Q4bM3iD8/SWmwWfFtWuI/AAAAAAAAAKU/Z4iY74jGBmA/s1600-h/DSC00494.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289953137672411874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_366Q4bM3iD8/SWmwWfFtWuI/AAAAAAAAAKU/Z4iY74jGBmA/s400/DSC00494.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt; My husband works inside a clean room. He's like a ninja in his uniform. But still I can recognize him just by looking his eyes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289952423250351170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_366Q4bM3iD8/SWmvs5qN1EI/AAAAAAAAAKM/F8oBedypObE/s400/DSC00518.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;Together with my husband, the team ensures that all clean room machines work in perfect condition to avoid delays in production.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_366Q4bM3iD8/SWmvi286ZxI/AAAAAAAAAKE/t4XZSpJl0Ac/s1600-h/DSC01153.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289952250724771602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_366Q4bM3iD8/SWmvi286ZxI/AAAAAAAAAKE/t4XZSpJl0Ac/s400/DSC01153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stolen shot during troubleshooting of machines. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_366Q4bM3iD8/SWmvSSa9nfI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/_P1kz-lTlAY/s1600-h/DSC00519.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289951966040792562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_366Q4bM3iD8/SWmvSSa9nfI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/_P1kz-lTlAY/s400/DSC00519.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;saying "peace man" while working. Nice job guys.Looks like you made the machine work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5553758558758597009-3103063517958994991?l=mars-kikay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mars-kikay.blogspot.com/feeds/3103063517958994991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5553758558758597009&amp;postID=3103063517958994991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553758558758597009/posts/default/3103063517958994991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553758558758597009/posts/default/3103063517958994991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mars-kikay.blogspot.com/2009/01/whats-inside-place-call-cleanroom.html' title='what&apos;s inside a place called CLEAN ROOM?'/><author><name>mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12928782383217829885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_366Q4bM3iD8/SSOzKFt94tI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ojcZmmA_3ok/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_366Q4bM3iD8/SWmwWfFtWuI/AAAAAAAAAKU/Z4iY74jGBmA/s72-c/DSC00494.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553758558758597009.post-6544533299698919067</id><published>2009-01-11T00:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T00:47:08.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a pose from tae baek city park</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_366Q4bM3iD8/SWrsSYHK_CI/AAAAAAAAAL0/SU0jYHVjlK0/s1600-h/DSC00698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290300512754400290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_366Q4bM3iD8/SWrsSYHK_CI/AAAAAAAAAL0/SU0jYHVjlK0/s400/DSC00698.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do I look like I'm in Korea? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;No I'm not..., I'm just hanging around in Baguio during our team building last July 4, 2007.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;That time I didn't know that I am already 6 weeks pregnant. But still I enjoyed the place and had fun.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;According to my research &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Korea&lt;/span&gt; and the&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; Philippines&lt;/span&gt; join together to build this park in memory of a hopefully lasting friendship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5553758558758597009-6544533299698919067?l=mars-kikay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mars-kikay.blogspot.com/feeds/6544533299698919067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5553758558758597009&amp;postID=6544533299698919067' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553758558758597009/posts/default/6544533299698919067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553758558758597009/posts/default/6544533299698919067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mars-kikay.blogspot.com/2009/01/back-in-blogging-again.html' title='a pose from tae baek city park'/><author><name>mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12928782383217829885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_366Q4bM3iD8/SSOzKFt94tI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ojcZmmA_3ok/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_366Q4bM3iD8/SWrsSYHK_CI/AAAAAAAAAL0/SU0jYHVjlK0/s72-c/DSC00698.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553758558758597009.post-188126368940262714</id><published>2009-01-10T05:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T01:24:04.729-08:00</updated><title type='text'>still an angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A Baby is a Miracle&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_366Q4bM3iD8/SWr-Xu2xrWI/AAAAAAAAANM/nJWUFkOmNOs/s1600-h/Baptismal+pic2r.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290320395968294242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 112px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_366Q4bM3iD8/SWr-Xu2xrWI/AAAAAAAAANM/nJWUFkOmNOs/s400/Baptismal+pic2r.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6633ff;"&gt; This little tiny baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Was sent from God above &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_366Q4bM3iD8/SWr-NvGdc3I/AAAAAAAAANE/3HmprHfZOoE/s1600-h/Image(440).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290320224235385714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 177px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 121px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_366Q4bM3iD8/SWr-NvGdc3I/AAAAAAAAANE/3HmprHfZOoE/s400/Image(440).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6633ff;"&gt;To fill our hearts with happiness &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6633ff;"&gt;And touch our lives with love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_366Q4bM3iD8/SWr-ISEwhpI/AAAAAAAAAM8/w8JwlO9vlDw/s1600-h/DSC00007.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290320130544273042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 175px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_366Q4bM3iD8/SWr-ISEwhpI/AAAAAAAAAM8/w8JwlO9vlDw/s400/DSC00007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6633ff;"&gt;He must have known &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6633ff;"&gt;We'd give our all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;And always do our best &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_366Q4bM3iD8/SWr9zNplAsI/AAAAAAAAAM0/H5IOssLukG4/s1600-h/DSC00752.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290319768579277506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_366Q4bM3iD8/SWr9zNplAsI/AAAAAAAAAM0/H5IOssLukG4/s400/DSC00752.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6633ff;"&gt;To give our precious baby love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;And be grateful and so blessed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_366Q4bM3iD8/SWieCrucTeI/AAAAAAAAAIk/oHJWcRxC0hA/s1600-h/DSC00007.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5553758558758597009-188126368940262714?l=mars-kikay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mars-kikay.blogspot.com/feeds/188126368940262714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5553758558758597009&amp;postID=188126368940262714' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553758558758597009/posts/default/188126368940262714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553758558758597009/posts/default/188126368940262714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mars-kikay.blogspot.com/2009/01/still-angel-without-wings.html' title='still an angel'/><author><name>mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12928782383217829885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_366Q4bM3iD8/SSOzKFt94tI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ojcZmmA_3ok/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_366Q4bM3iD8/SWr-Xu2xrWI/AAAAAAAAANM/nJWUFkOmNOs/s72-c/Baptismal+pic2r.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553758558758597009.post-6722135256793257383</id><published>2009-01-10T04:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T00:07:09.411-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a japanese angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_366Q4bM3iD8/SWr1HSAlvTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/_4hjgnuiv7o/s1600-h/At0neee[1]..,+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290310217742269746" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 236px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 159px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_366Q4bM3iD8/SWr1HSAlvTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/_4hjgnuiv7o/s400/At0neee%5B1%5D..,+(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;My niece Cherisse Emmanuelle who was born last Dec. 31,2005 and just turned 2 last month. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;I can still remember the time when she was a newly born baby. We were so excited to have her because she was the first apo of my parents and the very first baby after a long time of never seeing a baby in our house. This chinita baby has turned into a very playful little girl whom we call " Dimple ".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;A month from now, I am going to have my own little baby girl. But still she will always be my favorite japanese angel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_366Q4bM3iD8/SWib0c7antI/AAAAAAAAAIc/luOzs3i6reQ/s1600-h/At0neee..,+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5553758558758597009-6722135256793257383?l=mars-kikay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mars-kikay.blogspot.com/feeds/6722135256793257383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5553758558758597009&amp;postID=6722135256793257383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553758558758597009/posts/default/6722135256793257383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553758558758597009/posts/default/6722135256793257383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mars-kikay.blogspot.com/2009/01/japanese-angel.html' title='a japanese angel'/><author><name>mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12928782383217829885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_366Q4bM3iD8/SSOzKFt94tI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ojcZmmA_3ok/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_366Q4bM3iD8/SWr1HSAlvTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/_4hjgnuiv7o/s72-c/At0neee%5B1%5D..,+(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553758558758597009.post-2879412125431188360</id><published>2008-12-16T23:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T23:15:18.011-08:00</updated><title type='text'>readers...,friends..,lovers...,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_366Q4bM3iD8/SUimz7bY3zI/AAAAAAAAAIU/gLQfN_2PY5U/s1600-h/elmo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280653974148013874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 119px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_366Q4bM3iD8/SUimz7bY3zI/AAAAAAAAAIU/gLQfN_2PY5U/s400/elmo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I've been very busy these past few weeks..i have alot of commitments..I do apologize for i don't have time to post my collections of love stories..don't worry i'll be back very very soon..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5553758558758597009-2879412125431188360?l=mars-kikay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mars-kikay.blogspot.com/feeds/2879412125431188360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5553758558758597009&amp;postID=2879412125431188360' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553758558758597009/posts/default/2879412125431188360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553758558758597009/posts/default/2879412125431188360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mars-kikay.blogspot.com/2008/12/readersfriendslovers.html' title='readers...,friends..,lovers...,'/><author><name>mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12928782383217829885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_366Q4bM3iD8/SSOzKFt94tI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ojcZmmA_3ok/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_366Q4bM3iD8/SUimz7bY3zI/AAAAAAAAAIU/gLQfN_2PY5U/s72-c/elmo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553758558758597009.post-5631856830918979691</id><published>2008-12-09T00:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:14:01.474-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the end..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_366Q4bM3iD8/ST4xUYLgD_I/AAAAAAAAAH8/A2KdMpuDukQ/s1600-h/wedding+anime.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277710039482634226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 98px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_366Q4bM3iD8/ST4xUYLgD_I/AAAAAAAAAH8/A2KdMpuDukQ/s400/wedding+anime.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_366Q4bM3iD8/ST4xK7yLqnI/AAAAAAAAAH0/m2s8rwKt0ZQ/s1600-h/anime+love+story.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;It was Friday night when Dimar was about to ask Sarah on a dinner. When he arrived in front of Sarah’s house, He saw a man, much younger than him, speaking with Sarah while holding her hands. He felt so jealous that he just left without a word with her. That young man was Oscar who was asking Sarah to marry him but she refused his proposal. She said that she has already her very special someone. She saw Dimar’s car, she went out of the house but was too late. Dimar drives fast. Sarah run as fast as she could to catch Dimar’s car but she failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was already raining when Sarah decided to go home, feeling confused and wondering why Dimar did not even talk to her before he left. She was sitting near the window, still thinking about Dimar. Then she saw a man standing outside their house, wet and crying under the heavy rain. She went out in the rain to see that man. Yes it was Dimar. She asked him why leaving her without saying anything. He suddenly kissed Sarah (like Romeo who fell in love at first site with Juliet). Sarah felt a magical spark when they were kissing. They were totally in love with each other that no one could ever stop them expressing their feelings,.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that very romantic kiss, Dimar looked at Sarah’s face. He touch her lips and asked her to listen. He told Sarah everything about him. He promised he will never love again until Sarah came. He said that he wants what’s best for Sarah, to be with a man who is not like him. A man who has never been married before. And he said goodbye. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_366Q4bM3iD8/ST42vLU0MNI/AAAAAAAAAIM/m30cmDg8Y0s/s1600-h/anime+love+story.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277715997446648018" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 84px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 110px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_366Q4bM3iD8/ST42vLU0MNI/AAAAAAAAAIM/m30cmDg8Y0s/s400/anime+love+story.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;Sarah was very quiet. The only words that came from her mouth were “ I love you and I want you to stay”. Dimar was very happy to h&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_366Q4bM3iD8/ST40PFIojqI/AAAAAAAAAIE/n4pX0YdEEiI/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ear those words from Sarah. He kissed her once more and told her that he’s the luckiest man in the world…,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;We all have our own love stories.., but not all love story has happy ending. Some people might criticize this kind of love story when they happen in real life but for me, life is too short, make the most out of it. If you already found the love of your life, don’t let them leave you.. Spend each day as if it is the last day of your life.. thanks for reading .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5553758558758597009-5631856830918979691?l=mars-kikay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mars-kikay.blogspot.com/feeds/5631856830918979691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5553758558758597009&amp;postID=5631856830918979691' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553758558758597009/posts/default/5631856830918979691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553758558758597009/posts/default/5631856830918979691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mars-kikay.blogspot.com/2008/12/it-was-friday-night-when-dimar-was.html' title='the end..'/><author><name>mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12928782383217829885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_366Q4bM3iD8/SSOzKFt94tI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ojcZmmA_3ok/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_366Q4bM3iD8/ST4xUYLgD_I/AAAAAAAAAH8/A2KdMpuDukQ/s72-c/wedding+anime.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553758558758597009.post-155425640320634147</id><published>2008-12-09T00:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:19:35.481-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...a not so ordinary love story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_366Q4bM3iD8/ST4qCXBZ3-I/AAAAAAAAAHk/q2nyFyf8iWw/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277702033352810466" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 89px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_366Q4bM3iD8/ST4qCXBZ3-I/AAAAAAAAAHk/q2nyFyf8iWw/s400/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;Few months of never seeing each other, Dimar still remember that girl, Sarah. Though he was a little bit disappointed with her still he, admire her for she is willing to sacrifice herself just to earn money. Then he decided to visit her one day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;He was so amazed to see Sarah. Remember the money that he gave to her? Sarah used it to start a very small business. She invests that money to sell fishballs, squid balls, barbeque and vegetables. She was able to buy medicine for her mom and daily needs of her little brothers. Still Sarah was so thankful to Dimar because he helped her alot to start again. He frequently visits her until they became good friends &lt;strong&gt;(not knowing that they were starting to fall in-love with each other). &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;Sarah told Dimar everything about her from the time her father died until the time her mother got sick. She dreamed that one day she can make their life better. And that one day she will fall in love with a man who will accept her even if she’s poor and has no degree of education. He told her his very sure that what she dreamed of, will surely come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;But Dimar never thought of telling Sarah about his past. He was thinking that a man like him is no good for her., She’s too young to be involve on a complicated relationship that’s why even if he fell in love already with Sarah, he was afraid to tell it. Everyday he visits Sarah, asked her to go out, &lt;strong&gt;( but not on a hotel anymore )&lt;/strong&gt; have dinner with him together with her mom and younger brothers. He even brought her mother to the hospital for her check up and buys her medicine. Her mom although was unable to speak well, thank Dimar for his kindness. But he never asks for something in return &lt;strong&gt;( that’s what true love means&lt;/strong&gt; ). To see Sarah’s smile is enough for him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5553758558758597009-155425640320634147?l=mars-kikay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mars-kikay.blogspot.com/feeds/155425640320634147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5553758558758597009&amp;postID=155425640320634147' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553758558758597009/posts/default/155425640320634147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553758558758597009/posts/default/155425640320634147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mars-kikay.blogspot.com/2008/12/not-so-ordinary-love-story_09.html' title='...a not so ordinary love story'/><author><name>mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12928782383217829885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_366Q4bM3iD8/SSOzKFt94tI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ojcZmmA_3ok/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_366Q4bM3iD8/ST4qCXBZ3-I/AAAAAAAAAHk/q2nyFyf8iWw/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553758558758597009.post-7924418000161407919</id><published>2008-12-07T18:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:15:21.872-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...a not so ordinary love story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_366Q4bM3iD8/STyPhxgrO-I/AAAAAAAAAHc/K1OhpSXUcaw/s1600-h/drama+pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277250673760222178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 128px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 89px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_366Q4bM3iD8/STyPhxgrO-I/AAAAAAAAAHc/K1OhpSXUcaw/s400/drama+pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Dimar brought Sarah on a 1St class hotel. When they are about to enter the room, he noticed that Sarah was very quiet. To be honest, Dimar was thinking that Sarah is one those cheap girls working in the bar. But He was wrong with that..,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;When He was about to undressed Sarah, He saw her crying, her hands were shaking. Dimar suddenly stop and ask her what’s wrong. Sarah told him that it is her first time doing such thing. She had no choice but to use her body just to earn money, because she did not even graduated high school and cannot apply for a good job.Dimar felt bad for what he thought about Sarah. And because He is a good man behind that failure in his marriage, He ask for Sarah’s forgiveness. He decided that they leave the hotel and drive Sarah home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;Still Dimar ask for her forgivness while he drives. He cannot believe that a pretty girl like her will do that to just earn money. But when they arrived at sarah’s house, he felt something. Sarah was living on a poor area ( a squatter area) where he can’t possibly live. He was asked by Sarah to come inside and have coffee. He saw her mother lying in the floor and sick. Her little brothers woke up and told her that they haven’t eating dinner yet., and that they were so hungry. Dimar really felt bad and gave sarah money to buy dinner for her little brothers. Now he understand why she attempt to use her body to earn money. It is for her sick mom who needs supply of medicine and little brothers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;Before he left sarah’s house, He gave her money again. He asks Sarah to never do that because she’s still too young to be a prostitute. Sarah was so thankful of Dimar’s kindness and she promised she will not attempt to do it anymore. She said He will be blessed for not taking advantage over her. He was really a good man.,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;...to be continue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5553758558758597009-7924418000161407919?l=mars-kikay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mars-kikay.blogspot.com/feeds/7924418000161407919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5553758558758597009&amp;postID=7924418000161407919' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553758558758597009/posts/default/7924418000161407919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553758558758597009/posts/default/7924418000161407919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mars-kikay.blogspot.com/2008/12/not-so-ordinary-love-story_07.html' title='...a not so ordinary love story'/><author><name>mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12928782383217829885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_366Q4bM3iD8/SSOzKFt94tI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ojcZmmA_3ok/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_366Q4bM3iD8/STyPhxgrO-I/AAAAAAAAAHc/K1OhpSXUcaw/s72-c/drama+pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553758558758597009.post-2421907914978213925</id><published>2008-12-04T00:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:09:49.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A not so Ordinary Love Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_366Q4bM3iD8/STeURUmkjxI/AAAAAAAAAHM/2QOoxgT1S2E/s1600-h/lov4.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275848513797000978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 105px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_366Q4bM3iD8/STeURUmkjxI/AAAAAAAAAHM/2QOoxgT1S2E/s400/lov4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_366Q4bM3iD8/STeTZzznVaI/AAAAAAAAAHE/jqGVDRL_J94/s1600-h/Love+Story+in+Harvard.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;.... Let me share to you a not so ordinary love story..,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;Dimar is 37 year-old man working as an electrical engineer. He was a married man but now living alone because his ex-wife had another man. But behind that failure in marriage, he became very successful in his career. Dimar never lost his friends and family and they are the reasons why he kept on moving his life., He promised he will never love again just the way he loved before because he don't want to be hurt anymore..,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;One night, his friends invited him to go out, relax and have fun after a busy week of working. It was that night his life will start to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;At the bar he met Sarah, a 21 year-old lady working in that bar. They started a conversation, Dimar told her about his job and his experiences whenever he travels. Sarah was not aware of that because she had never experience travelling. It was 2 in the morning when they decided to leave the bar., they were both drunk and decided to go on a quiet a place...,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...to be continue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5553758558758597009-2421907914978213925?l=mars-kikay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mars-kikay.blogspot.com/feeds/2421907914978213925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5553758558758597009&amp;postID=2421907914978213925' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553758558758597009/posts/default/2421907914978213925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553758558758597009/posts/default/2421907914978213925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mars-kikay.blogspot.com/2008/12/not-so-ordinary-love-story.html' title='A not so Ordinary Love Story'/><author><name>mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12928782383217829885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_366Q4bM3iD8/SSOzKFt94tI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ojcZmmA_3ok/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_366Q4bM3iD8/STeURUmkjxI/AAAAAAAAAHM/2QOoxgT1S2E/s72-c/lov4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553758558758597009.post-1011259253348839180</id><published>2008-11-20T20:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T20:31:12.818-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_366Q4bM3iD8/SSY5fCLXStI/AAAAAAAAAG8/WVNkNER5Dns/s1600-h/sm-taytay_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270963619207006930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_366Q4bM3iD8/SSY5fCLXStI/AAAAAAAAAG8/WVNkNER5Dns/s400/sm-taytay_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_366Q4bM3iD8/SSY5SlzU3VI/AAAAAAAAAG0/K600b4iOvzM/s1600-h/sm-taytay_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;an article from magic fruit...this is life,.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;First thing in the morning is the best time to juice. That's when your body is an empty, willing vessel, ready and waiting to be filled with goodness. Hold off for now on the high octane java that will inevitably find its way inside later in the morning. You're a fresh, innocent flower, so shower yourself with goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some Juicing recipes make waking up a joy. Shuffle into the kitchen. Take out the juicer. Chop your fruits and vegetables to size. Toss them in. Don't forget to put the cup beneath the spout. This is where you might want to put on the ear plugs - some juicers sound like a 747 about to take flight - and flick the switch. Slowly pour the salubrious concoction into your mouth and feel it trickle down the oesophagus. Allow a minute for the juice to take effect. Miraculously, your cheeks will begin to glow, a smile will appear and you will have a strange, insatiable desire to wash your juicer. Go with this. There's nothing worse than dried pulp at bedtime.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5553758558758597009-1011259253348839180?l=mars-kikay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mars-kikay.blogspot.com/feeds/1011259253348839180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5553758558758597009&amp;postID=1011259253348839180' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553758558758597009/posts/default/1011259253348839180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553758558758597009/posts/default/1011259253348839180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mars-kikay.blogspot.com/2008/11/article-from-magic-fruit.html' title=''/><author><name>mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12928782383217829885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_366Q4bM3iD8/SSOzKFt94tI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ojcZmmA_3ok/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_366Q4bM3iD8/SSY5fCLXStI/AAAAAAAAAG8/WVNkNER5Dns/s72-c/sm-taytay_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553758558758597009.post-8708032815699083743</id><published>2008-11-19T01:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T01:11:28.792-08:00</updated><title type='text'>need to have this for my best</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Halo Halo Ingredients:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="thickbox" title="Pinoy Halo halo " href="http://www.pinoyrecipe.net/wp-content/gallery/pics-for-post/halohalo.jpg" rel="singlepic95" jquery1227085699494="2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;1 ripe large banana&lt;br /&gt;2 ripe mangoes or 1 cup canned ripe mango&lt;br /&gt;1 cup firm gelatin set into gel and cut into 1/2-inch cubes&lt;br /&gt;1 cup canned ripe jackfruit&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup sweet corn or chick peas (garbanzos)&lt;br /&gt;1 cup young shredded coconut, fresh or canned&lt;br /&gt;1 cup cooked sweet yams or (ube halaya) glutinous purple yam,  cut into 1-inch cubes&lt;br /&gt;2 cup shaved ice&lt;br /&gt;2 cup milk&lt;br /&gt;4 scoops of favorite ice cream&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup chopped peanuts or rice krispies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Halo Halo Preparation Instruc&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="thickbox" title="Pinoy Halo halo Ingredients" href="http://www.pinoyrecipe.net/wp-content/gallery/pics-for-post/halohalo-ingredients.gif" rel="singlepic94" jquery1227085699494="3"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Peel mangoes and slice the meat into 1/2-inch cubes. Discard the seeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Prepare 4 tall glasses. Divide each ingredient into 4 equal parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;In each glass place 1/4 of each ingredient, adding layer by layer starting with corn or chick peas, cooked sweet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;yams, jackfruit, bananas, coconut, and gelatin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Top with 1/2 cup shaved ice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Pour 1/4 cup milk over shaved ice and top with a scoop of ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sprinkle nuts or rice krispies over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOTE:&lt;/strong&gt;  Individual persons may eat as it is or mix the whole concoction before eating. Some of the ingredients above, such as corn or fruits may be substituted with cherries, crushed pineapple, papaya, or any other ripe fruits in season.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5553758558758597009-8708032815699083743?l=mars-kikay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mars-kikay.blogspot.com/feeds/8708032815699083743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5553758558758597009&amp;postID=8708032815699083743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553758558758597009/posts/default/8708032815699083743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553758558758597009/posts/default/8708032815699083743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mars-kikay.blogspot.com/2008/11/need-to-have-this-for-my-best.html' title='need to have this for my best'/><author><name>mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12928782383217829885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_366Q4bM3iD8/SSOzKFt94tI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ojcZmmA_3ok/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553758558758597009.post-243908594534131828</id><published>2008-11-18T22:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T23:29:05.787-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bEing A supeR hEr0 giRl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_366Q4bM3iD8/SSO06j-l78I/AAAAAAAAAGs/MX4LBvkBbqc/s1600-h/get+mo+to.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270254907136798658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_366Q4bM3iD8/SSO06j-l78I/AAAAAAAAAGs/MX4LBvkBbqc/s320/get+mo+to.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;If i'm going to be a super hero, I'd like to be Sailor MARS.why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;( gusto ko lng bakit ba?) Having the ability to produce and manipulate fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;(haha..lagot sakin ang mga halang ang kaluluwa!).I' ll be shouting a special&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;phrase, "Mars Power, Make-up...." and then there will be rings of fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;that will circle my body as I spin, forming my outfit in a flash of light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;(bulaga!!!)..La lang just want to share lang..,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5553758558758597009-243908594534131828?l=mars-kikay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mars-kikay.blogspot.com/feeds/243908594534131828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5553758558758597009&amp;postID=243908594534131828' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553758558758597009/posts/default/243908594534131828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553758558758597009/posts/default/243908594534131828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mars-kikay.blogspot.com/2008/11/being-super-her0-girl.html' title='bEing A supeR hEr0 giRl'/><author><name>mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12928782383217829885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_366Q4bM3iD8/SSOzKFt94tI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ojcZmmA_3ok/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_366Q4bM3iD8/SSO06j-l78I/AAAAAAAAAGs/MX4LBvkBbqc/s72-c/get+mo+to.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553758558758597009.post-3147169575566667088</id><published>2008-11-17T20:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T20:12:44.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Helpful tips and tests to see if your bra is flattering you as best it should.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_366Q4bM3iD8/SSJAhdaHUqI/AAAAAAAAAFg/HRwmXt1gf3Y/s1600-h/bra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269845457550922402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_366Q4bM3iD8/SSJAhdaHUqI/AAAAAAAAAFg/HRwmXt1gf3Y/s200/bra.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Place yourself in your bra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Now that you've found your size, test your fit. Take the opposite hand from the side you are adjusting and gently bring the breast tissue from the back to the front. This movement will help you settle your breasts correctly into the cups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It should feel good&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A great fitting bra shouldn't dig, pull, poke or otherwise cause discomfort. If it does, it's not the right bra (or size) for you. Make sure it feels comfortable when you sit down and move around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;It should look good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always try your bras on wearing a t-shirt – it's the best way to see what it's doing for you. A great fitting bra can make you look taller, will define your waist, and even make you look slimmer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Don't settle for wrinkles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you see extra fabric or wrinkly, baggy cups, the cup size is too big. Try sizing down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Don't fall out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at the front of the bra. There shouldn't be any breast tissue spillage, puddling, or falling out of the bottom of the cups. If there is, your cup size is too small. Try sizing up for a flattering, more natural looking fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Straps shouldn't work too hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your bra's support comes from the band, not the straps. So be sure that you're wearing the correct band size. Too big, and your straps will end up taking the weight, which will cause them to put pressure on your shoulders and dig in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Is your band straight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look in the mirror from the side. Your band should be at the same level all the way around. If it is riding up in back, it's probably too big. Try sizing down a band size or tightening your band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Mind the gap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The center front of your bra should lie flat against the breastbone. It should not lie on top of any breast tissue. If there's a large gap, you may need to go up a cup size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How tight is right?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Your band should feel firm and secure, but you should also be able to slip two fingers beneath the band in back, and one in the center in front. If you can't, you may need to loosen your band a bit, or go up a size.&lt;br /&gt;Underwires shouldn't dig&lt;br /&gt;Underwires should lie flat at the front of your bra, against your ribcage. If you feel your underwire digging into any breast tissue, you should try a larger cup size or a different style.&lt;br /&gt;Bras stretch over time&lt;br /&gt;Be sure you're wearing your bra on the loosest hook. Your bras can stretch with washing and wear, so when you buy a new bra, it's best to ensure it fits properly on a loose hook, so you can tighten it as needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;How to know when you've found a perfect fit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your breasts will feel like they are "sitting" in the cups, you will not feel any underwire pinching and your bra will feel comfortable and supportive. You shouldn't have to settle for a so-so fit. Sometimes you will have to go up a cup size or two. Don't let it concern you – sizes do vary among brands. Finding the perfect bra takes time and patience, but the way you will look (and feel) once you have found it will be worth all of your effort.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Reminder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check back in six months or so. You should re-evaluate your bras regularly to be sure they are fitting you the way they should – because a woman's body does change over time, and bras stretch and lose shape with repeated wear and washing. It may be time to stock-up again, soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5553758558758597009-3147169575566667088?l=mars-kikay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mars-kikay.blogspot.com/feeds/3147169575566667088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5553758558758597009&amp;postID=3147169575566667088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553758558758597009/posts/default/3147169575566667088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553758558758597009/posts/default/3147169575566667088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mars-kikay.blogspot.com/2008/11/helpful-tips-and-tests-to-see-if-your.html' title=''/><author><name>mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12928782383217829885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_366Q4bM3iD8/SSOzKFt94tI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ojcZmmA_3ok/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_366Q4bM3iD8/SSJAhdaHUqI/AAAAAAAAAFg/HRwmXt1gf3Y/s72-c/bra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553758558758597009.post-8456316129071077284</id><published>2008-11-17T19:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T16:46:34.275-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Discover Victoria's Secret&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www2.victoriassecret.com/collection/?cgname=OSCLODRSVIL&amp;amp;cgnbr=OSCLODRSVIL&amp;amp;rfnbr=2667"&gt;http://www2.victoriassecret.com/collection/?cgname=OSCLODRSVIL&amp;amp;cgnbr=OSCLODRSVIL&amp;amp;rfnbr=2667&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269841808734927218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 166px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_366Q4bM3iD8/SSI9NEgluXI/AAAAAAAAAFY/AgJJTSGlbmY/s200/victoria+s.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;hot and fashionable dresses exclusively from Victoria's secret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5553758558758597009-8456316129071077284?l=mars-kikay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mars-kikay.blogspot.com/feeds/8456316129071077284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5553758558758597009&amp;postID=8456316129071077284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553758558758597009/posts/default/8456316129071077284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553758558758597009/posts/default/8456316129071077284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mars-kikay.blogspot.com/2008/11/discover-victorias-secret-httpwww2.html' title=''/><author><name>mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12928782383217829885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_366Q4bM3iD8/SSOzKFt94tI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ojcZmmA_3ok/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_366Q4bM3iD8/SSI9NEgluXI/AAAAAAAAAFY/AgJJTSGlbmY/s72-c/victoria+s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553758558758597009.post-5155309970341462946</id><published>2008-11-17T00:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T00:57:00.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_366Q4bM3iD8/SSExxBRnAwI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/y8qXEURlrwk/s1600-h/buntis.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269547757225837314" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_366Q4bM3iD8/SSExxBRnAwI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/y8qXEURlrwk/s200/buntis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Being pregnant does not mean we can’t no longer wear trendy maternity dress... of course we can! We just have to make sure that it will fit right. Having big tummy during pregnancy is not a hindrance for us to be FASHIONISTA!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5553758558758597009-5155309970341462946?l=mars-kikay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mars-kikay.blogspot.com/feeds/5155309970341462946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5553758558758597009&amp;postID=5155309970341462946' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553758558758597009/posts/default/5155309970341462946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553758558758597009/posts/default/5155309970341462946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mars-kikay.blogspot.com/2008/11/being-pregnant-does-not-mean-we-cant-no.html' title=''/><author><name>mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12928782383217829885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_366Q4bM3iD8/SSOzKFt94tI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ojcZmmA_3ok/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_366Q4bM3iD8/SSExxBRnAwI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/y8qXEURlrwk/s72-c/buntis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553758558758597009.post-2319663610019920983</id><published>2008-11-16T23:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T00:37:07.939-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Who's addicted to Scrarfs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fashion.about.com/od/latesttrends/ss/howtowearscarf.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://fashion.about.com/od/latesttrends/ss/howtowearscarf.htm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_366Q4bM3iD8/SSEf93BkUYI/AAAAAAAAAFA/I2jo2LZ0Vns/s1600-h/scarf+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269528186603196802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_366Q4bM3iD8/SSEf93BkUYI/AAAAAAAAAFA/I2jo2LZ0Vns/s320/scarf+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tone-on-tone scarf and outfit looks work best with neutrals -- black, navy, camel, cream -- and take on a sophisticated vibe when you mix fabrics (satin, shine, wool, etc.) Charlize Theron's all-black is elegant because she paired a long knit scarf with a metallic jacket.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take a long scarf and hold it in front of you. Twist it a few times in the middle, then toss the ends straight over your back. 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