<?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-7715795366415575785</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:28:16.358-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Knowledge and Skills</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shela08rea.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715795366415575785/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shela08rea.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>She</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11077230581465667324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dH92BT1BJUo/Sc1MmX227xI/AAAAAAAAAG0/OsLun5azM4o/S220/P3190323.JPG'/></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-7715795366415575785.post-5449699874025205362</id><published>2008-09-23T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T20:17:20.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dental Price</title><summary type='text'>Earlier today right after I went out from work, I went to my dental appointment. It's all because I broke my partial denture 2 weeks ago and need a new replacement...But with my great surprice! Hollahohhh! it cost me $4254!!! Holy cow! I couldn't believe how expensive dental care and accesories here. The only thing I felt is I wanna go back to the Philippines and get my teeth fixed and done </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shela08rea.blogspot.com/feeds/5449699874025205362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7715795366415575785&amp;postID=5449699874025205362' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715795366415575785/posts/default/5449699874025205362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715795366415575785/posts/default/5449699874025205362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shela08rea.blogspot.com/2008/09/dental-price.html' title='Dental Price'/><author><name>She</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11077230581465667324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dH92BT1BJUo/Sc1MmX227xI/AAAAAAAAAG0/OsLun5azM4o/S220/P3190323.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715795366415575785.post-7791918899611472180</id><published>2008-08-31T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T18:36:52.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Right vs. Wrong</title><summary type='text'>There was A blind girl who hated herself because she was blind. She hated everyone, except her loving boyfriend. He was always there for her. She told her boyfriend, 'If I could only see the world, I will marry you.'One day, someone donated a pair of eyes to her. When the bandages came off, she was able to see everything, including her boyfriend.He asked her,'Now that you can see the world, will </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shela08rea.blogspot.com/feeds/7791918899611472180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7715795366415575785&amp;postID=7791918899611472180' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715795366415575785/posts/default/7791918899611472180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715795366415575785/posts/default/7791918899611472180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shela08rea.blogspot.com/2008/08/right-vs-wrong.html' title='Right vs. Wrong'/><author><name>She</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11077230581465667324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dH92BT1BJUo/Sc1MmX227xI/AAAAAAAAAG0/OsLun5azM4o/S220/P3190323.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715795366415575785.post-2076377362738586834</id><published>2008-08-27T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T20:14:10.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trust vs. Mistrust</title><summary type='text'>Sometimes, there are things that we feel hopeless, less secured and depressed. And we usually run to our loveones and to those people we think our friends, very close to us, to ventilate and say what we feel and to find Kakampi. But sometimes it doesn't ease up rather it just worsened up. To those people we shared and trust, sometimes are the one who'll gonna play you in the middle of their hands</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shela08rea.blogspot.com/feeds/2076377362738586834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7715795366415575785&amp;postID=2076377362738586834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715795366415575785/posts/default/2076377362738586834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715795366415575785/posts/default/2076377362738586834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shela08rea.blogspot.com/2008/08/sometimes-there-are-things-that-we-feel.html' title='Trust vs. Mistrust'/><author><name>She</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11077230581465667324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dH92BT1BJUo/Sc1MmX227xI/AAAAAAAAAG0/OsLun5azM4o/S220/P3190323.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715795366415575785.post-9010300737828944557</id><published>2008-08-10T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T00:52:04.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Barangay Bungi - Faces with no teeth!</title><summary type='text'>I've watched some episode of Rated K in the Filipino channel last Sunday, and they featured different barangay's with KAKAIBA(different) themes. And the thing that hooked my attention is the Barangay Bungi in San Mateo, Bulacan wherein almost half of the population have teeth problem. Some got absence of front teeth, some got all rotten teeth and some got no teeth at all just like a new born baby</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shela08rea.blogspot.com/feeds/9010300737828944557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7715795366415575785&amp;postID=9010300737828944557' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715795366415575785/posts/default/9010300737828944557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715795366415575785/posts/default/9010300737828944557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shela08rea.blogspot.com/2008/08/barangay-bungi-faces-with-no-teeth.html' title='Barangay Bungi - Faces with no teeth!'/><author><name>She</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11077230581465667324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dH92BT1BJUo/Sc1MmX227xI/AAAAAAAAAG0/OsLun5azM4o/S220/P3190323.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dH92BT1BJUo/SKFACLuqgsI/AAAAAAAAAFs/onA-GiXYg7I/s72-c/zxxx.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715795366415575785.post-5806829585179229611</id><published>2008-08-08T11:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T23:39:33.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard Days</title><summary type='text'>What do you usually think when we say HARD? Hmmm, lot's of meaning isn't it? Well, what I mean of it is CONSTIPATION!   Most people do experienced that hardship to defecate. With constipation stools are usually hard, dry, small in size, and difficult to eliminate. Some people who are constipated find it painful to have a bowel movement and often experience straining, bloating, and the sensation </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shela08rea.blogspot.com/feeds/5806829585179229611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7715795366415575785&amp;postID=5806829585179229611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715795366415575785/posts/default/5806829585179229611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715795366415575785/posts/default/5806829585179229611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shela08rea.blogspot.com/2008/08/hard-day.html' title='Hard Days'/><author><name>She</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11077230581465667324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dH92BT1BJUo/Sc1MmX227xI/AAAAAAAAAG0/OsLun5azM4o/S220/P3190323.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dH92BT1BJUo/SKEvlKhD-tI/AAAAAAAAAFc/0rqSmjDqqgk/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715795366415575785.post-4810660776651381254</id><published>2008-08-07T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T13:09:26.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alzheimer's Disease</title><summary type='text'>I've been to one of the Nursing Home here in Fresno, who are taking care of elderly who have Alzheimers Disease. I just remember during my college years we studied Psychiatric Nursing, and all of the diseases has been tackled and that includes Alzheimers disease. At first I really don't have the idea what really it is, how worst it is until I've seen people in the state of this certain problem. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shela08rea.blogspot.com/feeds/4810660776651381254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7715795366415575785&amp;postID=4810660776651381254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715795366415575785/posts/default/4810660776651381254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715795366415575785/posts/default/4810660776651381254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shela08rea.blogspot.com/2008/08/sundowners-syndrome.html' title='Alzheimer&apos;s Disease'/><author><name>She</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11077230581465667324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dH92BT1BJUo/Sc1MmX227xI/AAAAAAAAAG0/OsLun5azM4o/S220/P3190323.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715795366415575785.post-5229947842172462352</id><published>2008-08-05T15:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T10:30:57.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is Whiplash Injury?</title><summary type='text'>My husband's friend had a total car wreck 4 days ago, he consulted me about his bad neck. He said his neck, sholder, back and head are so sore. And he loss motion of his neck. Giving me all those data, it could be WHIPLASH INJURY. So I told him it is best to consult a doctor to determine the location and severity of the injury and to establish an appropriate treatment plan of care. What is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shela08rea.blogspot.com/feeds/5229947842172462352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7715795366415575785&amp;postID=5229947842172462352' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715795366415575785/posts/default/5229947842172462352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715795366415575785/posts/default/5229947842172462352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shela08rea.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-is-whiplash-injury.html' title='What is Whiplash Injury?'/><author><name>She</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11077230581465667324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dH92BT1BJUo/Sc1MmX227xI/AAAAAAAAAG0/OsLun5azM4o/S220/P3190323.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715795366415575785.post-3239560612981322076</id><published>2008-08-01T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T22:32:13.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Neighbors</title><summary type='text'>It's been about 8 months since I came in USA, and lived for good with my husband here in Fresno, CA. I would say that it's really hard to adjust with the new life, new environment and especially to get along with new people around, that includes making friends with the neighbors. I know I can do it pretty quick... That's the Pinay character as far as I know.But I have just realized, for almost 25</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shela08rea.blogspot.com/feeds/3239560612981322076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7715795366415575785&amp;postID=3239560612981322076' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715795366415575785/posts/default/3239560612981322076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715795366415575785/posts/default/3239560612981322076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shela08rea.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-good-neighbors.html' title='Neighbors'/><author><name>She</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11077230581465667324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dH92BT1BJUo/Sc1MmX227xI/AAAAAAAAAG0/OsLun5azM4o/S220/P3190323.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dH92BT1BJUo/SJP6RHru7ZI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Zlik-AZXalo/s72-c/madonnaofthe%2520field%2520finishedpat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715795366415575785.post-2201612241930825866</id><published>2008-07-30T22:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T13:17:03.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Big Round of Applause</title><summary type='text'>A big round of applause for the June 2008 Nursing Licensure Exam Passers... With special mention to Ms. Haide H. Regnim, a very good friend of mine. Keep moving forward...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shela08rea.blogspot.com/feeds/2201612241930825866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7715795366415575785&amp;postID=2201612241930825866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715795366415575785/posts/default/2201612241930825866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715795366415575785/posts/default/2201612241930825866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shela08rea.blogspot.com/2008/07/big-round-of-applause.html' title='A Big Round of Applause'/><author><name>She</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11077230581465667324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dH92BT1BJUo/Sc1MmX227xI/AAAAAAAAAG0/OsLun5azM4o/S220/P3190323.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715795366415575785.post-6244845165602178095</id><published>2008-07-19T03:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T22:11:50.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Marathon</title><summary type='text'>My watch says Saturday 2:55 am. Me and my husband just came home from a long way trip just to watch movies. It's in Madera Movie Theatre, about 20 miles away from our house. On our way home my eyes are drooping, and falling flat on my face from some mild form of fatigue but that would be the most logical thing to do, to sleep. But, at that point, I couldn't able to sleep because I'm thinking of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shela08rea.blogspot.com/feeds/6244845165602178095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7715795366415575785&amp;postID=6244845165602178095' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715795366415575785/posts/default/6244845165602178095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715795366415575785/posts/default/6244845165602178095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shela08rea.blogspot.com/2008/07/movie-marathon.html' title='Movie Marathon'/><author><name>She</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11077230581465667324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dH92BT1BJUo/Sc1MmX227xI/AAAAAAAAAG0/OsLun5azM4o/S220/P3190323.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dH92BT1BJUo/SIJJWa6h8BI/AAAAAAAAADo/iXGvc4R8p-8/s72-c/hellboy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715795366415575785.post-2258553585630465236</id><published>2008-07-17T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T08:29:31.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Matter of Choice</title><summary type='text'>Life is a matter of choice. It's how you live with it and flourish it. Just like of choosing who you would want to be with, the love of your life, friends who'd you want to get along, the career you want to pursue and many other more.Feelings and critical thinking are always the spice of it. Sometimes you have to follow your heart first before your mind, and vice versa. As long as you don't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shela08rea.blogspot.com/feeds/2258553585630465236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7715795366415575785&amp;postID=2258553585630465236' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715795366415575785/posts/default/2258553585630465236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715795366415575785/posts/default/2258553585630465236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shela08rea.blogspot.com/2008/07/matter-of-choice.html' title='Matter of Choice'/><author><name>She</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11077230581465667324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dH92BT1BJUo/Sc1MmX227xI/AAAAAAAAAG0/OsLun5azM4o/S220/P3190323.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dH92BT1BJUo/SIBLyBV5huI/AAAAAAAAACw/isEqXJfN18g/s72-c/earth.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715795366415575785.post-7111504960498075207</id><published>2008-07-16T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T17:36:03.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CNA Training Program</title><summary type='text'>Yahoo, I made it! Later this afternoon, I received a good news. The Organizer/Instructor of the CNA training program called me and informed me that I passed the initial screening to be a recipient of their program. It is aided by Horizon Health and Subacute Center here in Fresno. It is a nursing home that is taking care of Old folks all over Fresno. It is also a training facility for LVN's &amp; </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shela08rea.blogspot.com/feeds/7111504960498075207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7715795366415575785&amp;postID=7111504960498075207' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715795366415575785/posts/default/7111504960498075207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715795366415575785/posts/default/7111504960498075207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shela08rea.blogspot.com/2008/07/cna-training-program.html' title='CNA Training Program'/><author><name>She</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11077230581465667324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dH92BT1BJUo/Sc1MmX227xI/AAAAAAAAAG0/OsLun5azM4o/S220/P3190323.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715795366415575785.post-959861259957595688</id><published>2008-07-16T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T22:01:58.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Acne/Pimple/Zit: What are the best remedies?</title><summary type='text'>Have you ever suffered being attacked by nasty acne/pimples in your face? If yes, I know what you feel. It's a big impact of frustrations, low self-esteem problem and most of all scarred left over. Here's some simple tips I could share with you:Wash your face once or twice a day to prevent the oil build up in your face that may cause acne.Give time washing your leftover make up. Your face should </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shela08rea.blogspot.com/feeds/959861259957595688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7715795366415575785&amp;postID=959861259957595688' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715795366415575785/posts/default/959861259957595688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715795366415575785/posts/default/959861259957595688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shela08rea.blogspot.com/2008/07/acnepimplezit-what-are-best-remedies.html' title='Acne/Pimple/Zit: What are the best remedies?'/><author><name>She</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11077230581465667324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dH92BT1BJUo/Sc1MmX227xI/AAAAAAAAAG0/OsLun5azM4o/S220/P3190323.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dH92BT1BJUo/SH5S8btl1TI/AAAAAAAAACY/i1yXjUI1z50/s72-c/callout-small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715795366415575785.post-2796033594880580164</id><published>2008-07-14T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T15:19:21.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Driving Lesson</title><summary type='text'>It was less than a week ago since I got my temporary driver's license. And I am happy to have that priviledge. But I know it wouldn't be the end of it, because I still need to have the behind the wheel exam which will happen once I get myself ready. But when it will be???At around 6:55 pm today, the lesson started and my husband is my Instructor. That was the very first time I seat in a car and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shela08rea.blogspot.com/feeds/2796033594880580164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7715795366415575785&amp;postID=2796033594880580164' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715795366415575785/posts/default/2796033594880580164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715795366415575785/posts/default/2796033594880580164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shela08rea.blogspot.com/2008/07/driving-lesson.html' title='Driving Lesson'/><author><name>She</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11077230581465667324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dH92BT1BJUo/Sc1MmX227xI/AAAAAAAAAG0/OsLun5azM4o/S220/P3190323.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dH92BT1BJUo/Sc1QxCRAP7I/AAAAAAAAAHo/o6G7ykYN9DE/s72-c/P3050135.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715795366415575785.post-262270147785721919</id><published>2008-07-12T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T23:24:09.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things we can do to be the best we can be :)</title><summary type='text'> The guts to eat the right stuff. junk tastes gooood but try drinking as much water as you can. then watch what you take in cos it can make you or break you. an electric juicer is still the best tool for gulping up the desired, but often dreaded, greens :)Get out of your comfort zone... do something. do one thing every week that scares you. slap yourself when you get crazy lazy &amp; it's not an </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shela08rea.blogspot.com/feeds/262270147785721919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7715795366415575785&amp;postID=262270147785721919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715795366415575785/posts/default/262270147785721919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715795366415575785/posts/default/262270147785721919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shela08rea.blogspot.com/2008/07/5-things-we-can-do-to-clean-up-our-act.html' title='Things we can do to be the best we can be :)'/><author><name>She</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11077230581465667324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dH92BT1BJUo/Sc1MmX227xI/AAAAAAAAAG0/OsLun5azM4o/S220/P3190323.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dH92BT1BJUo/SHmmvhUB9lI/AAAAAAAAACA/GxOZjmycFFY/s72-c/226706142_6334fa1dd9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715795366415575785.post-8747503172284903174</id><published>2008-07-11T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T23:45:13.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's the meaning of it?</title><summary type='text'>For most of us, work is a fact of life. Whether your paycheck helps care for a family, a home, tuition, or simply what you need to stay alive. But the issue there is if you are satisfied and rewarded in everything you do.According to recent research, most of us also have conflicting feelings about our work. Over 84 percent of men and 77 percent of women say that, even if they had enough money to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shela08rea.blogspot.com/feeds/8747503172284903174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7715795366415575785&amp;postID=8747503172284903174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715795366415575785/posts/default/8747503172284903174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715795366415575785/posts/default/8747503172284903174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shela08rea.blogspot.com/2008/07/find-meaning-in-job-well-done.html' title='What&apos;s the meaning of it?'/><author><name>She</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11077230581465667324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dH92BT1BJUo/Sc1MmX227xI/AAAAAAAAAG0/OsLun5azM4o/S220/P3190323.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dH92BT1BJUo/SHguzlIwotI/AAAAAAAAABs/uz2n_ZabmzA/s72-c/balancescale_and_girl.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715795366415575785.post-4556726894925667886</id><published>2008-07-11T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T23:14:18.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Disclosure Policy</title><summary type='text'>This policy is valid from 12 July 2008 This blog is a personal blog written and edited by me. This blog accepts forms of cash advertising, sponsorship, paid insertions or other forms of compensation.The compensation received may influence the advertising content, topics or posts made in this blog. That content, advertising space or post may not always be identified as paid or sponsored </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shela08rea.blogspot.com/feeds/4556726894925667886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7715795366415575785&amp;postID=4556726894925667886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715795366415575785/posts/default/4556726894925667886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715795366415575785/posts/default/4556726894925667886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shela08rea.blogspot.com/2008/07/shela-disclosure.html' title='My Disclosure Policy'/><author><name>She</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11077230581465667324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dH92BT1BJUo/Sc1MmX227xI/AAAAAAAAAG0/OsLun5azM4o/S220/P3190323.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
