<?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-20850535</id><updated>2012-02-01T09:04:42.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my marcela</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymarcela.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20850535/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymarcela.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>following the sun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02431491003756563370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/15/19453005_2ee2138178_m.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20850535.post-113773082174773229</id><published>2006-01-20T12:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T03:41:23.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Have Lived For</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7181/2100/1600/lolaclass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7181/2100/320/lolaclass.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; My Lesson Plan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What I have Lived For&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Three passions have governed my life: The longings for love, the search for knowledge, And unbearable pity for the suffering of human kind.&lt;br /&gt;Love brings ecstasy and relieves loneliness.&lt;br /&gt;In the union of love I have seen&lt;br /&gt;In a mystic miniature the prefiguring vision&lt;br /&gt;Of the heavens that saints and poets have imagined.&lt;br /&gt;With equal passion I have sought knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;I have wished to understand the hearts of people.&lt;br /&gt;I have wished to know why the stars shine.&lt;br /&gt;Love and knowledge led upwards to the heavens,&lt;br /&gt;But always pity brought me back to earth;&lt;br /&gt;Cries of pain reverberated in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Of children in famine, of victims tortured&lt;br /&gt;And of old people left helpless.&lt;br /&gt;I long to alleviate the evil, but I cannot,&lt;br /&gt;And I too suffer.&lt;br /&gt;This has been my life.&lt;br /&gt;I found it worth living."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bertrand_Russell"&gt;Bertrand Russell &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/20850535-113773082174773229?l=mymarcela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymarcela.blogspot.com/feeds/113773082174773229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20850535&amp;postID=113773082174773229' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20850535/posts/default/113773082174773229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20850535/posts/default/113773082174773229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymarcela.blogspot.com/2006/01/what-i-have-lived-for.html' title='What I Have Lived For'/><author><name>following the sun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02431491003756563370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/15/19453005_2ee2138178_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20850535.post-113756471939066785</id><published>2006-01-18T14:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T14:39:52.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A friend worth loving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7181/2100/1600/lola2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7181/2100/320/lola2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you have a friend worth loving&lt;br /&gt;Love him, yes, but let him know&lt;br /&gt;That you love him, ere life's evening&lt;br /&gt;Tinge his brow with sunset glow&lt;br /&gt;Why should good words never be said&lt;br /&gt;Of a friend until he is dead?&lt;br /&gt;If your work is made easy&lt;br /&gt;By a friendly helping hand say so&lt;br /&gt;Speak out brave and truly&lt;br /&gt;Ere darkness veil the hand&lt;br /&gt;Should a brother workman dear&lt;br /&gt;Falter a word of cheer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Daniel Webster Hoyt &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20850535-113756471939066785?l=mymarcela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymarcela.blogspot.com/feeds/113756471939066785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20850535&amp;postID=113756471939066785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20850535/posts/default/113756471939066785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20850535/posts/default/113756471939066785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymarcela.blogspot.com/2006/01/friend-worth-loving.html' title='A friend worth loving'/><author><name>following the sun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02431491003756563370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/15/19453005_2ee2138178_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20850535.post-113756469990788385</id><published>2006-01-18T14:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T14:25:33.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A softer answer</title><content type='html'>"A softer answer turneth away wrath, but hasty words turn up anger."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Bible&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20850535-113756469990788385?l=mymarcela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymarcela.blogspot.com/feeds/113756469990788385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20850535&amp;postID=113756469990788385' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20850535/posts/default/113756469990788385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20850535/posts/default/113756469990788385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymarcela.blogspot.com/2006/01/softer-answer.html' title='A softer answer'/><author><name>following the sun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02431491003756563370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/15/19453005_2ee2138178_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20850535.post-113704123958426012</id><published>2006-01-13T12:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T14:26:54.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The spirit is greater</title><content type='html'>"He that ruleth his own spirit is greater than he that taketh away a city."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Bible&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20850535-113704123958426012?l=mymarcela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymarcela.blogspot.com/feeds/113704123958426012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20850535&amp;postID=113704123958426012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20850535/posts/default/113704123958426012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20850535/posts/default/113704123958426012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymarcela.blogspot.com/2006/01/spirit-is-greater.html' title='The spirit is greater'/><author><name>following the sun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02431491003756563370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/15/19453005_2ee2138178_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20850535.post-113703155495596389</id><published>2006-01-13T10:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T14:50:53.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He is dead</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7181/2100/1600/lola.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7181/2100/320/lola.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He is dead whose hand is not open wide&lt;br /&gt;To help the need of a human brother&lt;br /&gt;He doubles the length of his life long ride&lt;br /&gt;Who of his fortune gives to another&lt;br /&gt;And a thousand million are his&lt;br /&gt;Who carries the world in his sympathies."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/James_Lowell"&gt;James Russell Lowell&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/20850535-113703155495596389?l=mymarcela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymarcela.blogspot.com/feeds/113703155495596389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20850535&amp;postID=113703155495596389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20850535/posts/default/113703155495596389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20850535/posts/default/113703155495596389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymarcela.blogspot.com/2006/01/he-is-dead.html' title='He is dead'/><author><name>following the sun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02431491003756563370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/15/19453005_2ee2138178_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20850535.post-113704339185333261</id><published>2006-01-12T13:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T11:36:14.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miriam's Fifth Month</title><content type='html'>October 1945&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miriam continues to be active. By kicking and moving about she is always away from her pillow. She tries to mumble unintelligible sounds but is always cheerful. Often when she cries Daddy would recite to her,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mayroon hatubi&lt;br /&gt;Halipad hadapo&lt;br /&gt;ha kahoy&lt;br /&gt;Habuka hapakpak."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20850535-113704339185333261?l=mymarcela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymarcela.blogspot.com/feeds/113704339185333261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20850535&amp;postID=113704339185333261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20850535/posts/default/113704339185333261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20850535/posts/default/113704339185333261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymarcela.blogspot.com/2006/01/miriams-fifth-month.html' title='Miriam&apos;s Fifth Month'/><author><name>following the sun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02431491003756563370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/15/19453005_2ee2138178_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20850535.post-113704322284672853</id><published>2006-01-12T13:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T11:36:33.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miriam's Fourth Month</title><content type='html'>September 1945&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is very active. She cries very loud but as soon as she is picked up she stops at once as if she is not crying. She sucks her finger very often. She did not experience the simple exercises Sister Leni experienced at this age.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20850535-113704322284672853?l=mymarcela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymarcela.blogspot.com/feeds/113704322284672853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20850535&amp;postID=113704322284672853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20850535/posts/default/113704322284672853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20850535/posts/default/113704322284672853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymarcela.blogspot.com/2006/01/miriams-fourth-month.html' title='Miriam&apos;s Fourth Month'/><author><name>following the sun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02431491003756563370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/15/19453005_2ee2138178_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20850535.post-113704310796740508</id><published>2006-01-12T13:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T11:35:41.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miriam's Third Month</title><content type='html'>August 1945&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continues to gain weight and height. She is very "malikot" now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second week of August&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miriam can see very well now. She smiles at us and kicks in the air. She makes unintellgible sounds. She always smiles and seems always cheerful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mamma first left her to teach at Rizal Elementary School beginning August 9 so she has to be left to her Lola and Auntie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20850535-113704310796740508?l=mymarcela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymarcela.blogspot.com/feeds/113704310796740508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20850535&amp;postID=113704310796740508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20850535/posts/default/113704310796740508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20850535/posts/default/113704310796740508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymarcela.blogspot.com/2006/01/miriams-third-month.html' title='Miriam&apos;s Third Month'/><author><name>following the sun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02431491003756563370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/15/19453005_2ee2138178_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20850535.post-113704272541119463</id><published>2006-01-12T13:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T11:34:51.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miriam's Second Month</title><content type='html'>July 1945&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeps well but not soundly. She sleeps very often but wakes up very often too. Unlike Leni she is sensitive to sound or noise. Her bowel movement is very regular. Mamma gives her a bath everyday. We supplement her milk with artificial feeding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20850535-113704272541119463?l=mymarcela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymarcela.blogspot.com/feeds/113704272541119463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20850535&amp;postID=113704272541119463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20850535/posts/default/113704272541119463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20850535/posts/default/113704272541119463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymarcela.blogspot.com/2006/01/miriams-second-month.html' title='Miriam&apos;s Second Month'/><author><name>following the sun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02431491003756563370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/15/19453005_2ee2138178_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20850535.post-113704255590374196</id><published>2006-01-12T13:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T12:10:31.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miriam's First Month</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7181/2100/1600/journal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7181/2100/320/journal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 3, 1945&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went out of the hospital. Daddy and Auntie Dangal took us out in our automobile. Mamma is not so strong yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miriam's hair, unlike Leni's, is thick and long and black. Miriam seems to be 'sinkit.' She is bigger and longer than Leni. She sucks very well but unfortunately Mamma has little milk from her breasts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20850535-113704255590374196?l=mymarcela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymarcela.blogspot.com/feeds/113704255590374196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20850535&amp;postID=113704255590374196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20850535/posts/default/113704255590374196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20850535/posts/default/113704255590374196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymarcela.blogspot.com/2006/01/miriams-first-month.html' title='Miriam&apos;s First Month'/><author><name>following the sun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02431491003756563370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/15/19453005_2ee2138178_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20850535.post-113764508090434527</id><published>2005-01-19T12:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T12:08:11.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Date</title><content type='html'>July 13, 1940&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cinema Review: It's a Date&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story of a young girl who fell in love with a middle-aged man but in turn this man loved her mother. Pamela (Deanna Durbin) was broken-hearted because John (Walter Pidgeon) married Georgia (Kay Francis).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20850535-113764508090434527?l=mymarcela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0032644/' title='It&apos;s a Date'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymarcela.blogspot.com/feeds/113764508090434527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20850535&amp;postID=113764508090434527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20850535/posts/default/113764508090434527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20850535/posts/default/113764508090434527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymarcela.blogspot.com/2005/01/its-date.html' title='It&apos;s a Date'/><author><name>following the sun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02431491003756563370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/15/19453005_2ee2138178_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20850535.post-113764484851680708</id><published>2005-01-19T12:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T12:07:52.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite Wife</title><content type='html'>July 6, 1940&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cinema Review: My Favorite Wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hiliarious film portraying the life of a man (Cary Grant) who married for the second time after thinking his wife died in a shipwreck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20850535-113764484851680708?l=mymarcela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0029284/' title='My Favorite Wife'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymarcela.blogspot.com/feeds/113764484851680708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20850535&amp;postID=113764484851680708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20850535/posts/default/113764484851680708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20850535/posts/default/113764484851680708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymarcela.blogspot.com/2005/01/my-favorite-wife.html' title='My Favorite Wife'/><author><name>following the sun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02431491003756563370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/15/19453005_2ee2138178_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20850535.post-113764463907012603</id><published>2005-01-19T12:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T14:36:12.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wuthering Heights</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7181/2100/1600/journal6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7181/2100/320/journal6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 24, 1939&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cinema Review: Wuthering Heights&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Story of sweethearts (Merle Oberon and Lawrence Olivier) overpowered by strange love. They did non marry each other because of the girl's love for vanities although they both struggled how to overcome their passion for each other. At the end they found out that they were really made for each other. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20850535-113764463907012603?l=mymarcela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0032145/' title='Wuthering Heights'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymarcela.blogspot.com/feeds/113764463907012603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20850535&amp;postID=113764463907012603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20850535/posts/default/113764463907012603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20850535/posts/default/113764463907012603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymarcela.blogspot.com/2005/01/wuthering-heights.html' title='Wuthering Heights'/><author><name>following the sun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02431491003756563370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/15/19453005_2ee2138178_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20850535.post-113764437253225406</id><published>2005-01-19T12:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T12:07:13.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesse James</title><content type='html'>April 25, 1939&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cinema Review: Jesse James&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesse James (Tyrone Power) turned to be an outlaw and murderer because of the injustice of some men in the community. Also starring Henry Fonda, Nancy Kelly an Ranolf Scott.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20850535-113764437253225406?l=mymarcela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0031507/' title='Jesse James'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymarcela.blogspot.com/feeds/113764437253225406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20850535&amp;postID=113764437253225406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20850535/posts/default/113764437253225406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20850535/posts/default/113764437253225406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymarcela.blogspot.com/2005/01/jesse-james.html' title='Jesse James'/><author><name>following the sun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02431491003756563370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/15/19453005_2ee2138178_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20850535.post-113764420002899421</id><published>2005-01-19T12:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T12:06:35.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Around the Corner</title><content type='html'>Cinema Review: Just Around The Corner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story of a girl (Shirley Temple) who thought that a certain old man was Uncle Sam and that by helping this man would help her father. So she raised funds for this old man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20850535-113764420002899421?l=mymarcela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0030302/' title='Just Around the Corner'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymarcela.blogspot.com/feeds/113764420002899421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20850535&amp;postID=113764420002899421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20850535/posts/default/113764420002899421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20850535/posts/default/113764420002899421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymarcela.blogspot.com/2005/01/just-around-corner.html' title='Just Around the Corner'/><author><name>following the sun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02431491003756563370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/15/19453005_2ee2138178_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20850535.post-113764396700174685</id><published>2005-01-19T12:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T12:06:15.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cowboy and the Lady</title><content type='html'>March 5, 1939&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cinema Review: The Cowboy and the Lady&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gary Cooper and Merle Oberon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story of a rich girl who married a cowboy despite their different in rank socially.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20850535-113764396700174685?l=mymarcela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0030018/' title='The Cowboy and the Lady'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymarcela.blogspot.com/feeds/113764396700174685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20850535&amp;postID=113764396700174685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20850535/posts/default/113764396700174685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20850535/posts/default/113764396700174685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymarcela.blogspot.com/2005/01/cowboy-and-lady.html' title='The Cowboy and the Lady'/><author><name>following the sun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02431491003756563370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/15/19453005_2ee2138178_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
