Are you not Aware of it?

This one high pitched officemate of mine gave me headache the last time we were together, her voice seemed soothing even to the smallest nerve of my eardrum. It was not only the high pitched tone that hurts, but her non stop talking, asking and yet not listening to your answers and always pretending as participant in argumentation and debates program (She scrutinized smallest issues and discussed it to us.)

Once she noticed us making fun of her voice and she told us to stop laughing at her voice…for we might have a child like her…We pleaded to her not to curse us…well I advised her already not to drink cold water for her throat’s sake…I could not believe when she confessed to me that she could afford not to talk a whole day long… Come on…as if elephants could really fly…

Our voice is a very important part of our image; it is also the cutting edge of one personality with a language all its own which people recognizes and responds to immediately. It can elicit a wide range of negative responses- irritation, rejection, even hatred. Or it can bring forth love, peace, happiness and vibrant enthusiasm to anyone who hears you speak whether it's face-to-face, on the phone, public speech or media appearance. Its unlimited possibilities can be your greatest tool.

Is your voice pleasing to the ears of your listener? Does it fit the way you look? Does it sound like a penetrating high pitched nasal whining screech?

Well there are many ways to improve the tone of voice but for me, I thought to improve my listening skills in order to cope with her, so I searched for tips and applied it to her.

Approach the listening experience from a state of- to be centered is to be calm at a very deep level, to be without agendas or predispositions as to the outcome, and to be open to experience. Centeredness is a prerequisite to truly open listening.

Never rule out any topic of discussion as uninteresting- creative people are always on the lookout for new information. While some conversations may be inane, it's wise to make sure the subject is not worthwhile before tuning out.

Accept the speaker's message- on the face of it, this would seem to be an argument for gullibility--for believing almost anything anyone tells you. It's not. The point here is to suspend judgment during the immediate experience of listening.

Listen for the whole message-One estimate has it that 75% of all communication is non-verbal. If you take away the words, what's left? Plenty, it turns out. Beyond the words themselves is a host of clues as to what the speaker is communicating.

Tune out distractions-poor listeners is distracted by interruptions; good listeners tune them out and focus on the speaker and the message. It's a discipline that lends itself to specific techniques for maintaining one's focus.

Be alert to your own prejudices- this goes along with #3 above, but it's so important that you may want to think specifically about the impact of your prejudices on your ability to really hear what's being communicated.

Resist the temptation to rebut-why is it that, when we hear someone saying something with which we strongly disagree, we immediately begin mentally formulating a rebuttal?

Those tips did work, I patiently listened and understood her…but I still need a pill for my headache… I will just apply those tips to other speakers… I think my headphone will work much better next time with her…lol Peace Girl!

To you pal… I love you….nothing personal just blogging lol….Instead of hating me in this blog…try to lower and modulate your voice please…it’s for your own good…well for our ears too.
We must let aware the persons concerned to be aware of...

Feeling Cinderella

September weekend we tend to go to Manila and give morale support to my cousin BJ who is taking Bar exam…that might explain why I didn’t able to write my blogs…sorry.

Supposed to be it was the last week of his month long exam, so we extended extra effort, we brought foods and left home early. It was 9: 00 am only when we stepped on the bus… strange that we were only five passengers. Yeah, it was raining cats and dogs but nothing to worry I guessed…but we were ignorant to the real scenario!

The catastrophe commenced when we arrived at Alabang area and the buses didn’t move for three long hours, it was 2 p.m. already when I decided to move our packed lunch and spared some to conductor and driver. ..And we just enjoyed ourselves to videos and logged on the internet. At last the bus ran and we realized that floods caused the traffic, people were walking in waist high water and cars and jeeps stranded.

Filipinos generally were happy people; they seemed to enjoy the flood, with all the strolling in dirty water they were still smiling in the floating garbage! But the artistic walking of gays and their poise in the flooded road really fascinated us. We enjoyed taking pictures, ladies in the roof of tricycle, passengers in wide floating Styrofoam with wooden chairs, talked about Filipino ingenuity…business opportunity to some…but heroic stunts to many, you could see gentlemen assisting ladies and oldies... gradually the plastic bag with our packed lunch for my cousins in Manila became lighter and lighter….LOL…the driver were so proud to call his fellow drivers, he was the only one who had lunch among them, famine to the other drivers and passengers. Everybody was caught unguard by the flood. The amount of rainfall that day was equivalent to 2 month rainfall of the Philippines. We cheered for the bus driver as he drove unto the water… we had new found friends in them…he tried his best for us to reach our destination.

A meter away from the Light Rail Transit we decided to step down to knee high water, but we were shocked when we realized that we were just only in high ground, we had to toddle waist high water too…karma for our laughs to the well poised gay…lol I remembered the General…shame on him…he really pisses me… I pictured him carried in this flood!

We had to reach Light Rail transit terminal so courageously we meandered through the flood. It was 5:30p.m. already, me and my 14 year old cousin held together as we journey the dirty water…worst came to worst, Mika didn’t assume her steps and we fell down together, I immediately stood up securing my things, so worried about my laptop and cellular phones in my bag…I gone astray my left sandal… I tried to look for it but nowhere to be found…people were on panic as it started to dark…I heard my other Cousin Diamel yelling and calling my name…whew we were like movie actresses in tragic movie…

I walked like polio victim while holding my younger cousin Mika, In light rail transit I whispered to Mika and secretly gave instruction on how to use the card, it was her first time…funny thing, Diamel…talked aloud and taught Mika how to do it…lol…she was still in panic state… I just carried my sandal and walked barefooted, I realized that I wore my glass looking sandal…other passengers of LRT laughed as they heard my joke about Cinderella…When we were about to go down we joked to Mika that she should have her own card or the machine will detect the heavy weight when she came in…she believed us…lol…

On our way down I saw a wheelchair…Diamel laughed when I pleaded if she could just push me in the water…another flood to conquer…We saw sidewalk vendor selling slippers and so excited and happy to buy havaianas imitation for $1, only in the Philippines, as we walked, Diamel was so sad when she saw same slippers to the one I bought sale two for $1, the original Havianas here in the Philippines is $25…I really influenced Diamel so well in my beauty for less strategy…

We had to walk another high waist flood… we heard other socialites screaming “EEEW…Yuck” but still they had no choice but to walk through the floods with us …lol…when we reached the hotel we waited for another 30 minutes in the lobby, I nearly freaked out, I was shivering cold and my cousin BJ did not recognized my first name mentioned by the receptionist…what a catastrophe, I was there in the lobby my new pants dripping blue colored water in the floor ,carrying my single slipper and swearing I will blog this story…

Manila needs our help…I lost only my slippers, but many were drowned and lost their homes, many were found dead in the ceiling of their houses, they still have no electricity, water, clothes and food…please help them…thank you! Please log on http://www.abscbnfoundation.com.ph/... Please be a blessing!

Philippine National Red Cross Ways to Donate for Odoy’s Flood Victim
Posted: 26 Sep 2009 10:30 PM PDT

Philippine National Red Cross has published different ways to Donate for the Odoy’s Flood Victim, This might be a Tech Site but in time like this it is my conviction that this information should be disseminated to all nation.
So here are the ways to Donate that i copied from red Cross Site.
Monetary Donations
1. CASH or CHECKPlease send cash or check donations to the PNRC National Headquarters in Manila. Checks should be made payable to The Philippine National Red Cross. We can also arrange for donation pick-up.
2. BANK DEPOSITAccount Name: The Phil. Nat’l. Red Cross
METROBANKPort Area BranchPeso Acct.: 151-3-041-63122-8Dollar Acct.: 151-2-151-00218-2Type of Acct. : SAVINGSSwift Code: MBTC PH MMBANK OF THE PHIL. ISLANDSPort Area BranchPeso Acct.: 4991-0010-99Type of Account: CURRENT
BANK OF THE PHIL. ISLANDSUN BranchDollar Acct.: 8114-0030-94Type of Account: SAVINGSSwift Code: BOPI PH MM
For your donations to be properly acknowledged, please fax the bank transaction slip at nos. +63.2.527.0575 or +63.2.404.0979 with your name, address and contact number.
Credit Card
Please fax the following info to +632.404.09.79 and +632.527.0575:
Name of card member, billing address, contact nos. (phone & mobile), credit card no., expiration date, CCV2/ CVC2 (last three digits at the back of the credit card), billing address, amount to be donated.
For online donations you may also visit our website at www.redcross.org.ph .
In-Kind Donations
LOCALPlease send in-kind local donations to The Philippine National Red Cross – National Headquarters in Manila. We could also arrange for donation pick-up.
INTERNATIONAL
Send a letter of intent to donate to the PNRC
A letter of acceptance from PNRC shall be sent back to the donor
Immediately after shipping the goods, please send the (a) original Deed of Donation, (b) copy of packing list and (c) original Airway Bill for air shipments or Bill of Lading for sea shipments to The Philippine National Red Cross–National Headquarters c/o Secretary General Corazon Alma de Leon, Bonifacio Drive, Port Area, Manila 2803, Philippines.
The PNRC does not accept rotten, damaged, expired or decayed goods. Though we appreciate your generosity, the PNRC also discourages donations of old clothes as we have more than enough to go around.
SMS and G-CASH (Globe)
SMStext REDAMOUNT to 2899 (Globe) or 4483 (Smart)
G-CASHtext DONATEAMOUNT4-digit M-PINREDCROSS to 2882
Most urgent needs
Food items: Rice, noodles, canned goods, sugar, iodized salt, cooking oil, monggo beans and potable water
Medicines: Paracetamol, antibiotics, analgesic, oral rehydration salts, multivitamins and medications to treat diarrheal diseases
Non-food items: Bath soaps, face towels, shampoo, toothbrush, toothpaste, plastic mats, blankets, mosquito nets, jerry cans, water containers, water purification tablets, plastic sheetings, and Laundry soap
Rehabilitation Programs: Shelter materials for house repair
Call Hotline 143 or 527.0000THE PHILIPPINE NATIONAL RED CROSSNATIONAL HEADQUARTERSBonifacio Drive, Port Area,Manila 2803, Philippines

Destroyed Confidence

Che could not believe that she would actually experience that for the longest time she’s been commuting. She left the office early, about 6:00 pm, it was hard to find jeep so she decided to reroute to Bicutan. At about 7:00 pm she was at Bicutan and comfortably walked near DOST. Suddenly a guy bumped her right shoulder and another man thumped her left side. She should have made the scene however when she turned around there was a long pointed knife. That was a clear picture of hold up… “Give me your cellular phones, money, hurry up!” Shocked! She felt the tip of the knife at her tummy. Then she remembered her drama lesson at theater arts in college. “Alms, alms give me a piece of bread...cut! She mimicked an astray puppy “I don’t have anything here!” ala super star, a little exaggerated but with eyes asking for pity, and with super smooth dialogue. Of course she should act convincing or else coffin will suit her. “Nothing? A whisper yet angry voice of the crook. He opened her backpack and found her new pouch. She had no other option but to let him pull out the pouch but as lucky as she was the cord together with her MP4 went out with the pouch. The eyes of the culprit glittered “This what I was asking for?! Do you want me to stub you to death?” She was so shocked, dumbfounded as she stared at the knife, the tip of it touched deeper to her skin.
That time she would nearly passed out but she still needed to be strong, so she held her handbag very tight, so tight. No way, she said to herself. Her handbag would cause her life. Good thing the culprit didn’t even pay attention to open it. Her cellular phones and wallets were on that handbag. If he didn’t hurry he would had real bonanza. She had great amount of cash, old Nokia phone and her brand new Nokia touch screen cellular phone. Whew!

It happened very fast but it almost caused her a lifetime, every second dropped was unsure. She even expected the worst of saying goodbye to the world. The crooks ran with her precious MP4 with compilation of her work and large collection of Hayden Kho’s sex scandal with famous Philippine movie stars, they ran so fast even if nobody even tried to chase them…not even the quiet shocked Che.


She wanted to cry, been the apple of the eye of the culprits, had her bags slashed, her cellular phones snatched and to the highest level of hold up! Tried all the necessary precautions but still appeared to be a very easy victim. Considering the area was not that dark and was just a few meters away from the police post. There were silent witnesses that didn’t even bother to help her. In fairness the-sons-of-a bitch were decent looking, they looked clean & professional, you won’t suspect them to be the bad guy’s maybe they presumed that she was with them, strolling around that area and somehow just got miscommunication.
She was like a child cheated by playmate, she didn’t know where to run to, totally lost her sanity. She wanted to look for somebody for comfort but ashamed they would just laugh at her for being always a victim.

It wasn’t just the things or materials that those guys robbed her, a long with it they took her sense of security and peace of mind. How long before she could get over with the trauma and sustain from that harrowing experienced? Lucky enough that she lost only material things she could always buy back but never the destroyed confidence.


Approximately 99 percent of us will be a victim of a violent crime, or know someone who is a victim. Women tend to be easier targets. The three reasons women are easy targets for random acts of violence are: Lack of awareness-you must know where you are and what's going on around you; body language-keep your head up, swing your arms, stand straight up; wrong place, wrong time-don't walk alone in an alley, or drive in a bad neighborhood at night.


Che, my sweet cousin...sorry for not being there when you needed me...take care always.

Shame on You!

THE PHILIPPINES BIGGEST BURDEN!

This was not a spoof played on local television. The honorable General of Philippine Army was packing strapped carried by an ordinary civilian out of the boat to the shore, while the rest of the soldiers hurdled to the water without any assistance. I learned how to carry pack strap in my Red Cross First Aid Course. You will transport wounded persons and oldies in that way during emergency.

Preventing some one to wet his new shined shoes wasn’t urgent situation, was it?

For me this is totally unacceptable!

When I was really young I saw crumpled scratch papers with sketches of soldiers with horns. Being so young I could not realize why somebody would illustrate military with horns. Particularly if the person who depicted that was the soldier himself. The simple sketch brought so many unanswered uncertainties and nobody could give me exact answer to my queries. The person reliable breathe his last in the dash against radicals, the sole survivor was his dull camouflage bag with crumpled sketch papers.

Portion of me is proud for being a daughter of a conqueror , but that scene awakened the contrary, more of me is mutinous to the fact that I for no means sacrificed my father for the country, a casualty of Nation’s love and hatred. My father gave his life and that General ……….. I am really disappointed.

To that ordinary civilian, job well done! You successfully rescued that military from wetting but never in public comedy!

How could a General prevail in a fracas when all he bothered about were his spotless shoes?

Shame on him!

Would my father be proud to sight that picture of Military General?

What if General Mc Arthur returned to the Philippines that way?

Again let me pray for the policeman at the interment of Cory Aquino May he cloth his department especially the Generals with his ideals… may he influence them with his morals…to care for their uniform’s depiction…! Amen

Icon of Wisdom

Nothing can stop the man with the right mental attitude from achieving his goal; nothing on earth can help the man with the wrong mental attitude.- Thomas Jefferson

Is that your favorite shirt? He could still remember that question that he answered with a grin 30 years ago. Actually he got only two decent shirts the orange and blue one…which his classmates suspected as his favorites.

He was the prince of his family, but contrasting to other princes that with golden spoon in their mouths, he had been filled with his family’s esteem and determinations. To be an Engineer was the great dream of the son of simple market merchants with nine children to support. Just like mission impossible, went to the city and aspired to study in a well known University.

The initial gigantic development was when he passed as University Scholar… tuition fee not an issue. He worked as janitor in a Corporation for his food and allowance and practiced sleeping in toilets of the company at night in reviewing his lessons. The poor prince successfully finished with flying colors and landed 2nd place in National exam for Civil Engineers. Whew!

Job offers flooded and he had to bid farewell to pail and mop. He gradually improved the social status of his family. After a while put up his own business, acted as the President of the Corporation and employed thousands of people. He was so respected and loved by staff for being so benevolently humane.

At the age of 50 the former janitor had his hair grown back, owner of different properties, a very healthy and younger looking golf winner, successful engineer, a proud father ( Just this month his daughter passed the Physician’s Licensure Exam.) ,a happy family man and my Ideal Boss.

For me he is the ICON of real astuteness.

Try not to become a man of success but a man of value.Albert Einstein

In memoirs of friendship

A true friend is one who thinks you are a good egg even if you are half-cracked.

The medium lighted the candle and prayed…he made a creepy sound… “It is true! They are suspecting you are the one that stole her jewelry”…he hushed. I, out of expiration retorted to consider psychic with my troubles. “Bring them in your place, show them your capacity and make them realize that you are not the type to do such things, tonight I will give the real culprit troubled sleeps,” he promised me. I could not stop from crying, that was not fair. They truly believed it was me?

At one point, I started to receive cold shoulders from my dorm mates. Their actions puzzled me, from being my friends slightly turning to foes. Suddenly I could sense them talking at my back and saw them pointing fingers at me in University. Trust is our only locker for our things and I constantly found my things rearranged from my box, I didn’t have wonderful things in it. Somebody was looking for something in my things I suspected. Nobody would like to converse with me anymore. So I cornered one of my board mates and she blankly told me that our board mate who used to boastfully display thick golden necklaces and rings lost them in our room. She vowed they didn’t know who got it but never failed to leave me a suspecting fierce look.

Why me? Of all the girls, why me? They acted as if they actually saw me picking those jewelries. They were trying hard to scare me by policemen coming in and harassed me by their actions. But no one questioned me; I was not given fair trial. I could still remember the smirks in their faces when they saw me crying and ran back home…Being so young I didn’t know my actions convinced them more I was the guilty party and I deserved all what they had done. I cried because I could not believed I actually experienced those things from them, my sweet roommates turned witches.

I rented a cheap dormitory back in College but by chance I habitually went back home to accompany my widow mother. I traded my meal budget to have enough fare just to be with my mom. My board mates knew I escaped dinners and I could only afford chicken necks for viand. I might not had enough budget for pleasure but I had more than enough values not to do things they were naming me. I had more than what they got in their heads. We were friends but just because of their baseless judgment I lost more than the golden necklace and rings.

I decided to transfer to another boarding house. I thought it was useless to argue with them, they were my friends became my stupid headed foes. I just simply left a note stating that it is up to them if they will continue convince themselves that I was the culprit. One thing was for sure, they had no evidence to nail me and I will still have my innocence and peaceful sleeps.

The owner held back her lost jewelries; she found a pawnshop receipt from a wallet of my former dorm mate, the offender. They apologized to me and I effortlessly cleared my name.

How I wish the expression of regret can wipe recollections of my very first dormitory!

In memoirs of Path, Shirley, Menchie, Melia, Fe and their friendship.

We are not enemies, but friends. We must not be enemies. Though passion may have strained, it must not break our bonds of affection. The mystic cords of memory will swell when again touched as surely they will be by the better angels of our nature. ~Abraham Lincoln

Lego Pieces

Lego pieces scattered in the floorboards and her son pleasingly bring them together. “Look mom I formed a car!” He got wonderful smile. “Dad will be happy to see this, Mom when will Dad come back? He frowned, what is taking him so long to come back? We still have more Lego pieces to form!” She sat beside her son and picked up some of the pieces. Can I see the car son? I will teach you to make houses out of this Lego pieces! But son, why don’t we hide first some of these and let’s eat our lunch, it’s almost 12:30 noon? I prepared your favorite fried chicken and spaghetti!

Upon hearing his favorites the child rushed to the kitchen, “Yaya, I want my lunch now!” While her son was eating she patiently picked up the toy pieces and secretly wiped her tears. Till when she would be able to console her son with wonderful things around? Till when she could cover up the room for his father? Could she still collect back the pieces?

She stood up and hid the toys, she will never cry again, vowed to be stronger for her son. She, herself pine for her husband more than her son yearns for his father. He was the only man she loved and he was the sole provider of the family.

“Do not ever believe them they are not God”, was the hopeful statement of his husband when the doctors discovered that he was on his stage four cancer of the sinus. He used to have lymph nodes at the back of his head and just tried to swathe it by having medium length hair style. The frequent headache convinced him to consult a doctor. The cancer was diagnosed late. The sickness slowly whimpered his husband and he lost all his hair in chemo. But never his hopeful state of mind. Up to the last minute he would say “Never believe them baby they are not God. I don’t have cancer. I will never leave you and my son!” Her husband with a weak sounding voice tried to convince her that everything will be alright. She would pretend to believe him

“Don’t worry honey all you need to do is rest and regain your strength. I will be just beside you.” She could not show him her tears, from time to time his weak body will shut down. She herself was not God but the examinations and laboratory results were not showing any good. The cancer cells magnificently scattered at his body.

He tried to open his eyes by his own destabilized hands, I don’t want to fall asleep, keep me awake! He banged his hand at the side of his bed… They are not God, this isn’t happening! I don’t want to leave my family! He tried again to open his own eyes by keeping his eyelids up. He smiled, I will not sleep he declared!

But that was his time, his hands slowly landed at his tummy as he held his last breath!

Mom where did you put my Lego? Her son asked her

She is a friend of mind. She gather me, man. The pieces I am, she gather them and give them back to me in all the right order. It's good, you know, when you got a woman who is a friend of your mind. ~Toni Morrison, Beloved

Promising Reality

I was standing right at her front, just merely gazing at her. Somewhat was revealing to me she gave out in delivering her first born…I looked intently at her face, she got a very pale face and semi straight hair. Features looked so serene and appeared just calmly sleeping in a white casket. I tried to view her face clearly, I bent down and saw her openly…she was so beautiful and appealing…other than I discerned something in her face, I paused for a second, and she seemed so recognizable… I held my breath as I came nearer and my heart was pounding really fast and nearly gasping for breath. I could not believed what I saw, I was staring at my replica, the lady in the casket with pale face was not just a mock- up but was actually me.. My God I was so frantic, I was the corpse. What happened to me? I could not see anybody. I wished that I would wake up…Thankful, I did… I woke with tears.

These past few days I had been bothered by nightmares… white caskets, departed persons…all about death. The dreams were disturbing and weird. What were causing those nightmares? The thoughts were stored in my memory bank and came visible during my sleep? Possible! I have no idea what it was but I'm sure one day I will understand it. Dreams may forecast events in the future or could even be memories from a past life.I mandate myself to comprise extra prayer time…erase, wipe away bad thoughts, erase, erase!

I tried to search the net and a psychic network answered the same question with:

Don't take this dream literally. If you dream of dying it represents that you can't cope with your problems. This is a typical anxiety dream. See it in emotional terms. These dreams can also signify change and new beginnings.

Dreams of Death represent the ending of one phase so that a new one can begin. It can show forthcoming finalities such as the end of a marriage or career. These are symbolic dreams and are unlikely to forecast an actual event. If the dead person is someone you know, consider what aspect of yourself that person represents. For example, if you dream of your mother dying could it represent the 'death' of the motherly side of your own nature? Perhaps you should try to be more caring and maternal or perhaps plans you have should be nurtured rather than killed off. Alternatively, you may also be expressing your hidden feelings about the person shown. Do you have a secret resentment towards them or desire to be independent of them? Dead animals may also represent aspects of you. They indicate that you may be rejecting or repressing your instinctive side.

1. What is being expressed in the death dream? Perhaps you fear dying and the dream is reminding you of your own mortality? It is healthy to accept that death comes to us all as this realization broadens our spiritual perspective and loosens the grip of material craving. Everything in the world is the dust of stars but look deep within yourself and you may find the part of you that is eternal.

2. Are you trying to free yourself from something? You may want to leave your old self behind so that a new you can be reborn. Free yourself of emotional burdens and open yourself to new potentials. There is no need to be a martyr. The way forward is to establish a new set of values that are beneficial to you and others.

3. Do you feel suicidal? There's no need to punish yourself or punish others because of how you feel. Occasionally everyone feels that they want to retreat from life's problems or from the feeling of failure. But suffering is a blessing as well as a curse. It is through adversity that we grow to become better people. Be like a strong tree that bends with the wind but never breaks. Better times will inevitably come again.

To dream of meeting the dead people you once knew is part of the grieving process. Sometimes the feeling of loss is symbolized by being rejected, divorced or attacked by the person you loved. You may dream that they ignore you or have traveled far away. This is all part of the process of coming to terms with the death of a loved one.

However, there are some dreams that cannot be explained as symbolism, allegory or metaphor, the dreamer that could not have been known other than by paranormal means.

Afraid to sleep? Not me... I trust God that no matter how bad my dreams are I will still wake up with my wonderful life...Bad Dreams and Promising Reality can survive together.

Baby Contest

Please Vote for baby Gabrielle Elora to win the HUGMamahal Pampers Photo contest.
Just text VOTE 04819 and send to 2910 for Globe, Smart and TM and Talk& Text subscribers or log on to http://www.pampers.ph/

Here’s how to vote using internet:
1. Log on to http://www.pampers.ph/en_PH/home
2. Click Join now (see attach file for screenshots)

3. Signup and complete the registration form (singles can select the “ I don’t know” option under the “My Family” section) to create an account. You can use any of your email addresses.
4. For Subscription Settings, kindly choose “Yes, I want to join the Pampers Village and receive monthly electronic newsletters about my baby’s development.”.
5. Click “Create Account”.
6. Then Choose “Done”.
7. Click on the “Hugmamahal” logo to Vote. (see attach file for screenshots)
8. Then Search for Gabriel Elora’s photo using the “Search for Entries” on the lower right side of the screen. Then click” Search”. (see attach file, "masicat.jpg" for screenshots)

9. Click on Gabrielle Elora’s Name in blue font.
10. Then click “VOTE NOW” J (see attach file for screenshots)


Contest period is August - September 30, 2009 only.

The parents and I hope for your generous response regarding this request.
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Improvement of race? For the first time...somebody from our family could not resist the call of popularity...LOL... Go Elora...We will Support you all the way.!




Me and Baby Ellora