<?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-1332578637305134322</id><updated>2011-07-29T09:01:13.536+08:00</updated><category term='Butter N Toast'/><category term='motherhood'/><category term='Luce'/><category term='Mommy Vilma'/><category term='Tatang Louy'/><category term='urban planning'/><category term='savings'/><category term='Daddy Ely'/><category term='Liv'/><category term='Rolly'/><category term='World Habitat Day'/><category term='UN Habitat'/><category term='Nanang Atting'/><category term='Pag-IBIG Fund'/><category term='Kumon'/><title type='text'>Faye's Thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'>A piece of my mind and heart on anything and everything, from the trivial to the profound, the ephemeral to the eternal, personal to universal, there &amp;amp; then and here &amp;amp; now and henceforth.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fayetots.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332578637305134322/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fayetots.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07653659472404536930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332578637305134322.post-5854241951584997577</id><published>2010-09-24T00:34:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T00:56:07.601+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Butter N Toast'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mommy Vilma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rolly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daddy Ely'/><title type='text'>Letter to Luce, my seven-year-old</title><summary type='text'>“Seven na ko? Parang walang nagbago!”“I’m seven? Looks like nothing changed!”Nothing really changed, anak, iyakin ka pa rin! You’re still a cry-baby.Seriously, though, I want you to know that you’ve certainly changed. A lot!Seven years ago, you were born a month early. Your birthday would have been September 28. But like the child you’d eventually grow up to be, you were in a hurry, and showed </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fayetots.blogspot.com/feeds/5854241951584997577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1332578637305134322&amp;postID=5854241951584997577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332578637305134322/posts/default/5854241951584997577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332578637305134322/posts/default/5854241951584997577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fayetots.blogspot.com/2010/09/letter-to-luce-my-seven-year-old.html' title='Letter to Luce, my seven-year-old'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07653659472404536930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nc1efdXbIcA/TJuD3IuPh7I/AAAAAAAAAFY/y2Zlc65nYdA/s72-c/Luce+%26+her+horses+at+Horseplay.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332578637305134322.post-4508376014470125396</id><published>2010-08-13T00:11:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T00:28:41.006+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Butter N Toast'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motherhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mommy Vilma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liv'/><title type='text'>Morning Mayhem</title><summary type='text'> KRI-I-I-ING!Mornings, especially weekday schoolday mornings, definitely exemplify rousing moments. That hopefully-brief time of waking someone up can actually be an unforgettable bonding moment between a mother and her child.Let me share with you my morning moments with my own mother, before and after the Philippines became the SMS capital of the world.Twenty or so years ago, when I entered </summary><link rel='related' href='http://butterntoast.blogspot.com' title='Morning Mayhem'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fayetots.blogspot.com/feeds/4508376014470125396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1332578637305134322&amp;postID=4508376014470125396' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332578637305134322/posts/default/4508376014470125396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332578637305134322/posts/default/4508376014470125396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fayetots.blogspot.com/2010/08/morning-mayhem.html' title='Morning Mayhem'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07653659472404536930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nc1efdXbIcA/TGQgyziyoeI/AAAAAAAAAEo/g41Wgrk4B0s/s72-c/Apsara+dancers,+Siem+Reap,+07+April+2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332578637305134322.post-5543717534878653535</id><published>2010-07-20T00:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T00:18:16.512+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tatang Louy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Butter N Toast'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nanang Atting'/><title type='text'>The June Bride and other stories of Tatang Louy</title><summary type='text'>Vente-otso! Nagasat nga aldaw dayta! Twenty-eight! That’s a lucky day!I had heard these words tens of times, perhaps a hundred – each time when my grandfather embarked on his journey back in time, back to the years when he was young, much younger than his 70, 80, 90 years, his actual age depending on the instance when he would enchant me with his stories.I am the eldest grandchild. I grew up in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fayetots.blogspot.com/feeds/5543717534878653535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1332578637305134322&amp;postID=5543717534878653535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332578637305134322/posts/default/5543717534878653535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332578637305134322/posts/default/5543717534878653535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fayetots.blogspot.com/2010/07/june-bride-and-other-stories-of-tatang.html' title='The June Bride and other stories of Tatang Louy'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07653659472404536930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332578637305134322.post-2524942436251048724</id><published>2010-07-19T23:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T00:09:26.588+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Butter N Toast'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='savings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pag-IBIG Fund'/><title type='text'>Save a peso, gain a future</title><summary type='text'>A centavo saved is a peso gained.Who among you had a piggy bank in your youth, from which you probably attempted to retrieve a coin or two on several occasions? Who had a Kiddie Account in your parents’ banks, for the free stickers and pencils if not the minimal interest? Who moved on to more complex financial portfolios like regular savings accounts, time deposits, stock options?Who knows the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fayetots.blogspot.com/feeds/2524942436251048724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1332578637305134322&amp;postID=2524942436251048724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332578637305134322/posts/default/2524942436251048724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332578637305134322/posts/default/2524942436251048724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fayetots.blogspot.com/2010/07/save-peso-gain-future.html' title='Save a peso, gain a future'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07653659472404536930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332578637305134322.post-5229604588204988554</id><published>2009-10-21T14:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T15:06:56.696+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Butter N Toast'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='World Habitat Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UN Habitat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pag-IBIG Fund'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='urban planning'/><title type='text'>Urban Dwellers, get involved! We can plan our future!</title><summary type='text'>delivered before the participants of the Public Speaking Seminar at the Pag-IBIG Fund Corporate Headquarterson October 7, 2009(upper photo)Speech No. 2 - Organizing your speechdelivered before the members of Butter N Toast Toastmasters Clubon October 8, 2009(lower photo)A day before typhoon Ondoy unleashed its wrath in Metro Manila and nearby provinces, I was preparing my and my six-year-old </summary><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://butterntoast.blogspot.com' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://butterntoast.freetoasthost.net' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://butterntoast.multiply.com' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fayetots.blogspot.com/feeds/5229604588204988554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1332578637305134322&amp;postID=5229604588204988554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332578637305134322/posts/default/5229604588204988554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332578637305134322/posts/default/5229604588204988554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fayetots.blogspot.com/2009/10/urban-dwellers-get-involved-we-can-plan.html' title='Urban Dwellers, get involved! We can plan our future!'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07653659472404536930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nc1efdXbIcA/St6xbZnzu6I/AAAAAAAAAEY/OmNQIf3Y8Xw/s72-c/10072009+-+WHD2009+at+Pag-IBIG+Fund+CHQ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332578637305134322.post-5794465444618347561</id><published>2009-10-21T14:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T14:36:12.464+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kumon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Butter N Toast'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motherhood'/><title type='text'>The child giving birth to the mother</title><summary type='text'>Speech No. 1 – Ice Breaker  delivered before the members of Butter N Toast Toastmasters Club  August 27, 2009  Six years ago today, I held my baby girl in my arms for the first time.  We did not expect her until September 29.  My husband even hoped she’d have the same birthday as John Lennon, October 9.&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;  However, God had other plans for us.  On my </summary><link rel='related' href='http://butterntoast.blogspot.com' title='The child giving birth to the mother'/><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://butterntoast.freetoasthost.net' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://butterntoast.multiply.com' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fayetots.blogspot.com/feeds/5794465444618347561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1332578637305134322&amp;postID=5794465444618347561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332578637305134322/posts/default/5794465444618347561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332578637305134322/posts/default/5794465444618347561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fayetots.blogspot.com/2009/10/child-giving-birth-to-mother.html' title='The child giving birth to the mother'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07653659472404536930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nc1efdXbIcA/St6qPZ-L9GI/AAAAAAAAADY/hFFGWeJKU20/s72-c/Baby+Luce+%26+Mommy+Faye+-+08272003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332578637305134322.post-6923793704444836158</id><published>2009-08-01T11:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T11:32:59.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me Morphing Myself</title><summary type='text'>I turn 37 today. I read in the New World Encyclopedia that insect growth and metamorphosis are controlled by hormones synthesized by endocrine glands near the front of the body. I wonder, is a person’s desire to transform oneself controlled by hormones as well? Thus, the changes one undergoes when one reaches midlife, or nears midlife - a stage when hormonal levels lose their seeming steadiness </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fayetots.blogspot.com/feeds/6923793704444836158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1332578637305134322&amp;postID=6923793704444836158' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332578637305134322/posts/default/6923793704444836158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332578637305134322/posts/default/6923793704444836158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fayetots.blogspot.com/2009/08/me-morphing-myself_01.html' title='Me Morphing Myself'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07653659472404536930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nc1efdXbIcA/SnO29-LbkgI/AAAAAAAAAAw/I__L0uhLFew/s72-c/Picture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
