<?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-9133723421904536696</id><updated>2012-02-29T18:39:38.648+08:00</updated><category term='MY INTERESTS'/><category term='MY TRIPS . . .'/><category term='MY POEMS . . .'/><category term='MY INSIGHTS'/><title type='text'>welcome to my life</title><subtitle type='html'>Writing is to be brave, it is to reveal yourself wholly. It is looking inside yourself – into the chasm – and writing
about what you see, think, and feel. This is my chapter... This is my life... This is me.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11462259846611544694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRJJ7V1ljLI/AAAAAAAAAJY/hbpr2Bosit0/S220/Copy%2Bof%2Bpixx%2B307.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>99</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133723421904536696.post-7348714304268023500</id><published>2012-02-29T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-29T18:39:38.657+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MY POEMS . . .'/><title type='text'>A Certain Kind of Sadness</title><content type='html'>A sad and twisted thought&lt;br /&gt;Came upon my mind&lt;br /&gt;Something so sadistic&lt;br /&gt;That should be left behind&lt;br /&gt;I thought about those&lt;br /&gt;Who have died so soon&lt;br /&gt;And of what I was doing&lt;br /&gt;That day they met their doom&lt;br /&gt;And I thought about myself&lt;br /&gt;About my problems and my tears&lt;br /&gt;Living with all&amp;nbsp;my pain&lt;br /&gt;And my tormented fears&lt;br /&gt;And I noticed something&lt;br /&gt;Something that didn't seem right&lt;br /&gt;Something that makes one cry&lt;br /&gt;And makes you shiver in the night&lt;br /&gt;Everytime you smile&lt;br /&gt;Another child cries&lt;br /&gt;Everytime you're happy&lt;br /&gt;Another person dies&lt;br /&gt;When everything is going right&lt;br /&gt;When&amp;nbsp;it's the best day of your life&lt;br /&gt;Someone out there has had enough&lt;br /&gt;And is picking up that knife&lt;br /&gt;Everytime you have someone&lt;br /&gt;Another person is alone&lt;br /&gt;Everytime you feel loved&lt;br /&gt;Another child is on their own&lt;br /&gt;When your parents are hugging you&lt;br /&gt;And showering you with kisses&lt;br /&gt;Some child out there is being beaten&lt;br /&gt;By parents who are making death wishes&lt;br /&gt;Everytime you see the light&lt;br /&gt;Another child only sees the dark&lt;br /&gt;Everytime you are healthy&lt;br /&gt;Another person&amp;nbsp;cuts a fresh mark&lt;br /&gt;So remember this and be grateful&lt;br /&gt;The next time you have a good day&lt;br /&gt;Because another someone, somewhere out there&lt;br /&gt;May be&amp;nbsp;dying in some way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133723421904536696-7348714304268023500?l=joahnas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/feeds/7348714304268023500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2012/02/certain-kind-of-sadness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/7348714304268023500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/7348714304268023500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2012/02/certain-kind-of-sadness.html' title='A Certain Kind of Sadness'/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11462259846611544694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRJJ7V1ljLI/AAAAAAAAAJY/hbpr2Bosit0/S220/Copy%2Bof%2Bpixx%2B307.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133723421904536696.post-1454125813586020406</id><published>2012-02-29T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-29T18:22:15.169+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MY INSIGHTS'/><title type='text'>One of a kind</title><content type='html'>How cool is this?&amp;nbsp; Only 7 people in the world have this type of eyes and skin tone.&amp;nbsp; Beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://isabelelite.tumblr.com/post/10409756437"&gt;&lt;img alt="only 7 people in the world have these type of eyes and this skin tone &amp;lt;3this is beautiful." height="213" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lrsabmXAHF1qzdewzo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133723421904536696-1454125813586020406?l=joahnas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/feeds/1454125813586020406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2012/02/one-of-kind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/1454125813586020406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/1454125813586020406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2012/02/one-of-kind.html' title='One of a kind'/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11462259846611544694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRJJ7V1ljLI/AAAAAAAAAJY/hbpr2Bosit0/S220/Copy%2Bof%2Bpixx%2B307.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133723421904536696.post-4370111529551422040</id><published>2012-02-29T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-29T17:51:11.042+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MY POEMS . . .'/><title type='text'>Our Twilight</title><content type='html'>I abhor the twilight&lt;br /&gt;With its murky shadows and cold obscure moon&lt;br /&gt;I dread the night&lt;br /&gt;When the sun I cannot see&lt;br /&gt;And its breeze with a promise of gloom&lt;br /&gt;I cannot fly nor can I see&lt;br /&gt;The sky turns as black as death&lt;br /&gt;Blind and listless, struggling to be free&lt;br /&gt;Choking through its depth&lt;br /&gt;You came through the haze&lt;br /&gt;Like a panther, moving stealthily&lt;br /&gt;You enveloped me in thine embrace&lt;br /&gt;Consolingly... Soothingly...&lt;br /&gt;Breathing words of warmth and solace&lt;br /&gt;You made me see through the dusk&lt;br /&gt;Now these fears I could face&lt;br /&gt;I finally saw through the mask&lt;br /&gt;You taught me, enlightened me&lt;br /&gt;The sun sets to rise again&lt;br /&gt;Now I wait anticipatingly&lt;br /&gt;For the coming light to set in&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the day anew&lt;br /&gt;I basked in the warmth of twilight&lt;br /&gt;For it was because of you&lt;br /&gt;I have grown to love the night...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133723421904536696-4370111529551422040?l=joahnas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/feeds/4370111529551422040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2012/02/our-twilight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/4370111529551422040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/4370111529551422040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2012/02/our-twilight.html' title='Our Twilight'/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11462259846611544694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRJJ7V1ljLI/AAAAAAAAAJY/hbpr2Bosit0/S220/Copy%2Bof%2Bpixx%2B307.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133723421904536696.post-6275357619583012934</id><published>2012-02-29T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-29T17:59:04.553+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MY INSIGHTS'/><title type='text'>Cherished Goal</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;img height="285" id="il_fi" src="http://psychologyface.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/06/goal.jpg" style="padding-bottom: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px;" width="380" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while since I've posted something here. It's been crazy at work.&amp;nbsp; Right now I've found the time to think and wonder how my life has been.&amp;nbsp; Have you ever asked yourself, "What the heck am I here for?" You go through life day by day, striving for things that may or may not be yours for the taking. Maybe it's mid-life crisis, but I've been spending much time these past months thinking of the things that I've missed, and things that I should still do to tell myself that I, indeed, have LIVED. People do different things to have that feeling of accomplishment. I have this friend who made a list of everything she must accomplish before facing the big 3-0. Brazilian wax, nude photoshoot, silent retreat, bunjee jumping, sky diving, scuba diving, etc.&amp;nbsp; These may not be great feats for others but for a simple girl, means a lot.&amp;nbsp; I do not have a concrete list, nor do I hope to accomplish these physical things.&amp;nbsp; I am an ordinary girl and I know the practical limitations of my life. Therefore, I do not have dreamy and impractical ambitions. However, there has always been a void -- always something that is missing -- that even at the peak of your success or happiness in life, there is that certain part of you that is unfulfilled.&amp;nbsp; Maybe what I yearn for, as most people do, are things that would say that you mattered.&amp;nbsp; That for the length of your existence in this world, you made a difference.&amp;nbsp; To aid people in need and leave my mark on their lives. I only pray to God that my desire be fulfilled and that I become competent enough to act up to the cherished goal of my life -- selfless service&amp;nbsp;to the suffering humanity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133723421904536696-6275357619583012934?l=joahnas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/feeds/6275357619583012934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2012/02/cherished-goal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/6275357619583012934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/6275357619583012934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2012/02/cherished-goal.html' title='Cherished Goal'/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11462259846611544694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRJJ7V1ljLI/AAAAAAAAAJY/hbpr2Bosit0/S220/Copy%2Bof%2Bpixx%2B307.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133723421904536696.post-6409337551123248876</id><published>2011-03-09T01:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T01:07:05.758+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MY INSIGHTS'/><title type='text'>Names</title><content type='html'>I never really liked my name that much.&amp;nbsp; I would have preferred a more feminine name were I given the choice. &amp;nbsp; But names represent so much more than just words to call you by.&amp;nbsp; It represents what people would remember of you someday when you have already passed and left your work to be commemorated.&amp;nbsp; That is why we should work in protecting our names by living a life worth remembering about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-bdj-dRz9b1U/TXZg72lnsvI/AAAAAAAAASs/By2XvSaO6GE/s1600/name.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-bdj-dRz9b1U/TXZg72lnsvI/AAAAAAAAASs/By2XvSaO6GE/s200/name.jpg" width="178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In the movie industry, artists take up screen names so that their name alone has an edge and is noticeable by the public.&amp;nbsp; I have compiled the real names of&amp;nbsp; some of the most popular figures in Hollywood, idolized by many and whose names are close to people's hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady Gaga = Stefani Joanne Angelina Germanotta&lt;br /&gt;Jon Bon Jovi = John Francis Bongiovi&lt;br /&gt;Nicholas Cage = Nicholas Coppola&lt;br /&gt;Brad Pitt = William Bradley Pitt&lt;br /&gt;Angelina Jolie = Angelina Jolie Voight &lt;br /&gt;Tom Cruise = Thomas Cruise Mapother IV &lt;br /&gt;Vin Diesel = Mark Vincent&lt;br /&gt;Eminem - Marshall Bruce Mathers III&lt;br /&gt;Sylvester Stallone = Michael Sylvester Enzio Stallone&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Robert Pattinson - Robert Douglas Thomas Pattinson&lt;br /&gt;Mel Gibson - Mel Columcille Gerard Gibson&lt;br /&gt;Shakira - Shakira Isabel Mebarak Ripoll &lt;br /&gt;Woody Allen = Allen Konigsberg&lt;br /&gt;Stevie Wonder = Stevland Morris&lt;br /&gt;Charlie Sheen = Carlos Irwin Estevez &lt;br /&gt;Muhammad Ali = Cassius Marcellus Clay, Jr.&lt;br /&gt;Julie Andrews = Julia Elizabeth Wells&lt;br /&gt;Tony Bennett = Anthony Benedetto &lt;br /&gt;David Bowie = David Robert Jones&lt;br /&gt;Boy George = George Alan O'Dowd &lt;br /&gt;Cher = Cherilyn Sarkisian&lt;br /&gt;Nat King Cole = Nathaniel Adams Coles&lt;br /&gt;David Copperfield = David Kotkin &lt;br /&gt;Kirk Douglas = Issur Danielovitch &lt;br /&gt;Bob Dylan = Robert Zimmerman &lt;br /&gt;Enya = Eithne Ni Bhraonain&lt;br /&gt;Michael J. Fox = Michael Andrew Fox&lt;br /&gt;Whoopie Goldberg = Caryn Johnson &lt;br /&gt;Cary Grant = Archibald Leach&lt;br /&gt;Hulk Hogan = Terry Gene Bollea&lt;br /&gt;Engelbert Humperdinck = Arnold George Dorsey &lt;br /&gt;Ice Cube = Oshea Jackson&lt;br /&gt;Elton John = Reginald Dwight &lt;br /&gt;Tom Jones = Thomas Woodward &lt;br /&gt;Diane Keaton = Diane Hall&lt;br /&gt;Michael Keaton = Michael Douglas &lt;br /&gt;Chaka Khan = Carole Yvette Marie Stevens&lt;br /&gt;Bruce Lee = Lee Yuen Kam&lt;br /&gt;Courtney Love = Michelle Harrison &lt;br /&gt;Madonna = Madonna Louise Ciccone &lt;br /&gt;Barry Manilow = Barry Alan Pincus &lt;br /&gt;Marilyn Monroe = Norma Jean Mortenson (later Baker)&lt;br /&gt;Chuck Norris = Carlos Ray &lt;br /&gt;Prince = Prince Rogers Nelson&lt;br /&gt;Winona Ryder = Winona Horowitz &lt;br /&gt;Susan Sarandon = Susan Tomaling&lt;br /&gt;Jane Seymour = Joyce Frankenberg&lt;br /&gt;Sting = Gordon Sumner &lt;br /&gt;Tina Turner = Annie Mae Bullock&lt;br /&gt;The Undertaker = Mark Calloway&lt;br /&gt;Sigourney Weaver = Susan Alexandra Weaver&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133723421904536696-6409337551123248876?l=joahnas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/feeds/6409337551123248876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2011/03/names.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/6409337551123248876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/6409337551123248876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2011/03/names.html' title='Names'/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11462259846611544694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRJJ7V1ljLI/AAAAAAAAAJY/hbpr2Bosit0/S220/Copy%2Bof%2Bpixx%2B307.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-bdj-dRz9b1U/TXZg72lnsvI/AAAAAAAAASs/By2XvSaO6GE/s72-c/name.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133723421904536696.post-8553674032515926010</id><published>2011-03-08T19:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T00:45:46.466+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MY INSIGHTS'/><title type='text'>Yawn!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/--UWgqLtiNKo/TXYXZIMz-cI/AAAAAAAAASo/fIm23gdyBOs/s1600/yawn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/--UWgqLtiNKo/TXYXZIMz-cI/AAAAAAAAASo/fIm23gdyBOs/s320/yawn.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yawn!&amp;nbsp; Yawn!&amp;nbsp; Yawn!&amp;nbsp; Yawn!&amp;nbsp; Yawn!&amp;nbsp; Yawn!&amp;nbsp; Yawn!&amp;nbsp; Yawn!&amp;nbsp; Yawn!&amp;nbsp; Yawn! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try reading those words over and over or watching the images of yawning for a while and you'll find yourself yawning as well.&amp;nbsp; What is the reason behind that?&amp;nbsp; There have been so many discoveries of today causing technological advances and yet a simple thing as a yawn still baffles the most renowned scientists.&amp;nbsp; What is a yawn?&amp;nbsp; Yawning is said to be the body's way of controlling brain temperature so that we can think better.&amp;nbsp; The brain is said to cool down due to an influx or outflux of oxygen that yawning provides.&amp;nbsp; Sleep deprivation can also raise body and brain temperature so there can be a connection between yawning and sleepiness. That is maybe why a cold shower also alleviates yawning.&amp;nbsp; Others claim that it is caused by chemicals in the brain that affect emotions, appetite, and other phenomena.&amp;nbsp; However, what explains the contagious effects of yawning?&amp;nbsp; When you see somebody yawn, see pictures of yawning, or even read the word yawn, you have the involuntary impulse to yawn as well.&amp;nbsp; Nobody has ever fully explained the cause of yawning as being infectious.&amp;nbsp; Some say yawning may have evolved in early man as a way of signal to set up sleep schedules or it may be some kind of thought process that signals the brain to yawn.&amp;nbsp; Recent research however, suggests that it indicates the emphatic ability in appreciation of other people's behavioral and physiological state.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Whatever reason, yawning is very relaxing and it gives us a feeling of happiness and contentedness.&amp;nbsp; Come to think of it, maybe this is also a very effective way for very tired mothers struggling to put their little devils to sleep.&amp;nbsp; So go ahead and yawn to your heart's content.&amp;nbsp; Or should I say to your brain's content?&amp;nbsp; Hope I have not made you yawn too much while reading this though. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133723421904536696-8553674032515926010?l=joahnas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/feeds/8553674032515926010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2011/03/yawn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/8553674032515926010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/8553674032515926010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2011/03/yawn.html' title='Yawn!'/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11462259846611544694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRJJ7V1ljLI/AAAAAAAAAJY/hbpr2Bosit0/S220/Copy%2Bof%2Bpixx%2B307.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/--UWgqLtiNKo/TXYXZIMz-cI/AAAAAAAAASo/fIm23gdyBOs/s72-c/yawn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133723421904536696.post-9081777634709501149</id><published>2011-03-08T18:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T15:53:06.173+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MY INSIGHTS'/><title type='text'>AHHH CHOOO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/funny%20sneeze/naan1966/funny/sneeze.gif?o=1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i257.photobucket.com/albums/hh223/naan1966/funny/sneeze.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Have you ever experienced sneezing while your eyes remain open?&amp;nbsp; I would guess not.&amp;nbsp; This is because the eyelid muscles along with the chest muscles, diaphragm, muscles on your vocal cords, and muscles at the back of your throat are the ones who work together to form the sneeze.&amp;nbsp; In the early days, sneezing was believed to be a means for the body to drive out evil spirits.&amp;nbsp; Now however, we know better.&amp;nbsp; Sneezing is a reflex that expels mucus containing foreign particles and cleansing the nasal cavity.&amp;nbsp; It is a convulsive expulsion of air from the lungs through the nose and mouth.&amp;nbsp; It may also be triggered by a full stomach or a viral infection that can very well lead to the spread of disease.&amp;nbsp; In addition, it may also be triggered by the sudden exposure to bright light.&amp;nbsp; About 1 out of every 3 people are called &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;photic &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;sneezers.&amp;nbsp; This is an inherited trait and these people are more sensitive to light which ultimately triggers their sneeze.&amp;nbsp; Isn't it irritating when you feel the need to sneeze but then suddenly lose it?&amp;nbsp; Why not try to face the sunlight next time and maybe that may solve your problem.&amp;nbsp; It is also a common misconception that the heart stops when we sneeze.&amp;nbsp; It really doesn't but it just feels like our heart changes beat because pressure is created which may alter the intensity of its beats.&amp;nbsp; The longest attack of sneezing that has been documented was that of Donna Griffiths from England who sneezed for 977 days from 1981 to 1983.&amp;nbsp; Now, would you not be grateful for your "occasional" sneeze?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133723421904536696-9081777634709501149?l=joahnas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/feeds/9081777634709501149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2011/03/ahhh-chooo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/9081777634709501149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/9081777634709501149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2011/03/ahhh-chooo.html' title='AHHH CHOOO!'/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11462259846611544694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRJJ7V1ljLI/AAAAAAAAAJY/hbpr2Bosit0/S220/Copy%2Bof%2Bpixx%2B307.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i257.photobucket.com/albums/hh223/naan1966/funny/th_sneeze.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133723421904536696.post-7177599711148957372</id><published>2011-03-08T04:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T04:10:55.733+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MY INSIGHTS'/><title type='text'>Did Man Really Land on the Moon?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-3UZiN3aH270/TXU67VJmFYI/AAAAAAAAASk/_4SRB3QvkFo/s1600/moon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-3UZiN3aH270/TXU67VJmFYI/AAAAAAAAASk/_4SRB3QvkFo/s320/moon.jpg" width="303" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Looking through the vastness of the heavens, one can't help but feel very insignificant.&amp;nbsp; But then I think that mankind has been able to land on the moon, and it becomes quite real and gives me &lt;br /&gt;hope that we are one step closer into unraveling the mysteries of the universe.&amp;nbsp; But is it real? Did man really land on the moon?&amp;nbsp; On May 16, 1990, Ralph Rene, a 47 year old American from New Jersey, became obssessed after watching the footage of man on the moon.&amp;nbsp; "How can the flag be fluttering when there's no wind on the atmosphere-free moon?"&amp;nbsp; He investigated Apollo moon landings, NASA films, photos and reports and reached an astonishing conclusion...&amp;nbsp; America had never put man on the moon.&amp;nbsp; It was the conspiracy to end all conspiracy theories.&amp;nbsp; It was said to have started on 1961, when Russia was leading the space race leaving a panicked America behind causing President Kennedy to propose to put a man on the moon and secured that plan with 40 billion dollars.&amp;nbsp; Seven Apollo ships headed to the moon, with Apollo 13 being the only one who had not made it.&amp;nbsp; The only proof according to Rene that these ships landed on the moon were the known rocks which could have been created through a lab, the TV footage wherein NASA did not provide direct link up that networks had to film it from a TV screen in Houston (so that nobody could examine it says Rene), and the photos which were perfectly exposed and sharply focused.&amp;nbsp; Not a single shot was blurry or badly composed as one would expect with the astraunauts' conditions and unaffected by intense cosmic radiation on the moon.&amp;nbsp; This last proof was also examined by award winning photographer David Persey and he claimed that the shadows on the photos could have only been created by powerful spotlights.&amp;nbsp; But then, the only light source on the moon was the sun.&amp;nbsp; They also said that the American flag and the words "United States" were also always brightly lit when everything around it were in shadow, and the still pictures do not match the film footage although they were shot at the same time.&amp;nbsp; There were also the questions regarding the walls of the Lunar landers that took the astraunauts from the spaceship into the moon.&amp;nbsp; It was said that the walls were not sufficient to protect humans from radiation and that the astraunauts should have been fried from such exposure.&amp;nbsp; There were so many more allegations that given their evidence, actually boggles the mind.&amp;nbsp; If these allegations are proven true, it would only mean that man never landed on the moon.&amp;nbsp; Either way, these testimonies inspires sorrow.&amp;nbsp; Because whether man really landed on the moon or not, it shows man's greed, destructiveness and constant need for power.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133723421904536696-7177599711148957372?l=joahnas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/feeds/7177599711148957372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2011/03/did-man-really-land-on-moon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/7177599711148957372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/7177599711148957372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2011/03/did-man-really-land-on-moon.html' title='Did Man Really Land on the Moon?'/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11462259846611544694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRJJ7V1ljLI/AAAAAAAAAJY/hbpr2Bosit0/S220/Copy%2Bof%2Bpixx%2B307.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-3UZiN3aH270/TXU67VJmFYI/AAAAAAAAASk/_4SRB3QvkFo/s72-c/moon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133723421904536696.post-5840189441265676035</id><published>2011-03-07T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T01:17:34.481+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MY INSIGHTS'/><title type='text'>Harana (Serenade)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UYak6ijbqgQ/TXPBLVQ7DzI/AAAAAAAAASc/V_5Uoy1uvs8/s1600/Harana.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UYak6ijbqgQ/TXPBLVQ7DzI/AAAAAAAAASc/V_5Uoy1uvs8/s320/Harana.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;We Filipinos are conservative when it comes to wooing.&amp;nbsp; Basically, the guy still initiates the &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;suyuan&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, an old fine tagalog word that indicates a man's declaration of his love by overt action,verbal or otherwise.&amp;nbsp; Usually it's non-verbal - singing, glancing or stealing glances, services - and indirect.&amp;nbsp; However, Filipino men have evolved in their wooing ways.&amp;nbsp; You seldom, probably never, see a modern Filipino man standing by a girl's window singing to her as you would in the olden times. Even the song "&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Harana by Parokya ni Edgar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;" narrates how nervous a common man is these days to serenade a girl they really like.&amp;nbsp; That was why my attention was captured a while ago, as I was watching an advertisement on the television about this highly ingenius business.&amp;nbsp; The &lt;a href="http://www.harana.ph/"&gt; HARANA.PH &lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; It is a professional serenade and surprise service in the Philippines which allows clients to send the traditional "harana" in memorable and creative ways.&amp;nbsp; The client may choose seasoned&amp;nbsp; artists to visit their loved ones on location and serenade them.(although, seasoned artists may cost much more compared to their regular performers).&amp;nbsp; They also cater to occasions like weddings and birthdays.&amp;nbsp; The regular package would include 2-3 songs, a message to be read by the artist, a special gift, and the instrumentalists and event organization.&amp;nbsp; Every event would also be recorded on video to document all the memorable moments.&amp;nbsp; Prices start from $125 and would also vary depending on the clients' preferences on how the serenade would be enacted.&amp;nbsp; Imagine how romantic it would be to be sent a "serenade" by your guy or to propose to your girlfriend in this very unique way and even have your "idols" singing your songs. So guys out there... Let's go back memory lane and take a lesson from our ancestors on how to really "woo" a woman.&amp;nbsp; Spice up your relationship and give your loved one the meaningful celebration they deserve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133723421904536696-5840189441265676035?l=joahnas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/feeds/5840189441265676035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2011/03/harana-serenade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/5840189441265676035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/5840189441265676035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2011/03/harana-serenade.html' title='Harana (Serenade)'/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11462259846611544694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRJJ7V1ljLI/AAAAAAAAAJY/hbpr2Bosit0/S220/Copy%2Bof%2Bpixx%2B307.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UYak6ijbqgQ/TXPBLVQ7DzI/AAAAAAAAASc/V_5Uoy1uvs8/s72-c/Harana.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133723421904536696.post-557316236886913877</id><published>2011-03-07T00:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T00:27:32.124+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MY INSIGHTS'/><title type='text'>The World's Worst Prophecies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-wtTBIN_zerM/TXO1DKe6kPI/AAAAAAAAASY/cOKymgARtV0/s1600/crystal-ball.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-wtTBIN_zerM/TXO1DKe6kPI/AAAAAAAAASY/cOKymgARtV0/s320/crystal-ball.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I would like to share with you these predictions that I read about somewhere which quite amazed me.&amp;nbsp; They are about highly influential people/organizations that had helped shape our world as we know it today.&amp;nbsp; It would make you realize that you never really know what fate has in store for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;1)&amp;nbsp; Theoretically, television may be feasible, but I consider it an impossibility! A development&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; which we should waste little time dreaming about.&lt;br /&gt;- Lee de Forest, 1926, inventor of the cathode ray tube&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &amp;nbsp; I think there is a world market for maybe five computers. &lt;br /&gt;- Thomas J. Watson, 1943, Chairman of the Board of IBM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) &amp;nbsp; It doesn't matter what he does, he will never amount to anything.&lt;br /&gt;- Albert Einstein's teacher to his father, 1895&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)&amp;nbsp; It will be years - not in my time - before a woman will become Prime Minister.&lt;br /&gt;- Margaret Thatcher, 1974&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) &amp;nbsp; This 'telephone' has too many shortcomings to be seriously considered as a means of communication. The device is inherently of no value to us. &lt;br /&gt;- Western Union internal memo, 1876&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) &amp;nbsp; We don't like their sound, and guitar music is on the way out.&lt;br /&gt;- Decca Recording Co. rejecting the Beatles, 1962&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) &amp;nbsp; Who the hell wants to hear actors talk?&lt;br /&gt;- H. M. Warner, Warner Brothers, 1927&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) &amp;nbsp; 640K ought to be enough for anybody.&lt;br /&gt;- Bill Gates, 1981 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) &amp;nbsp; Louis Pasteur's theory of germs is ridiculous fiction. &lt;br /&gt;- Pierre Pachet, Professor of Physiology at Toulouse, 1872&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;10) &amp;nbsp; Computers in the future may weigh no more than 1.5 tons.&lt;br /&gt;- Popular Mechanics, forecasting the relentless march of science, 1949&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) &amp;nbsp; We don't need you. You haven't got through college yet.&lt;br /&gt;- Hewlett-Packard's rejection of Steve Jobs, who went on to found Apple Computers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) &amp;nbsp; King George II said in 1773 that the American colonies had little stomach for revolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) &amp;nbsp; An official of the White Star Line, speaking of the firm's newly built flagship, the Titanic, launched in 1912, declared that the ship was unsinkable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14)&amp;nbsp; In 1939 The New York Times said the problem of TV was that people had to glue their eyes to a screen, and that the average American wouldn't have time for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15)&amp;nbsp; An English astronomy professor said in the early 19th century that air travel at high speed would be impossible because passengers would suffocate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) &amp;nbsp; Airplanes are interesting toys, but they have no military value.&lt;br /&gt;- Marshal Ferdinand Foch in 1911&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) &amp;nbsp; With over 50 foreign cars already on sale here, the Japanese auto industry isn't likely to carve out a big slice of the U.S. market.&lt;br /&gt;- Business Week, 1958&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) &amp;nbsp; Whatever happens, the U.S. Navy is not going to be caught napping.&lt;br /&gt;- Frank Knox, U.S. Secretary of the Navy, on December 4, 1941&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) &amp;nbsp; Stocks have reached what looks like a permanently high plateau.&lt;br /&gt;- Irving Fisher, Professor of Economics, Yale University, October 16, 1929.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133723421904536696-557316236886913877?l=joahnas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/feeds/557316236886913877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2011/03/worlds-worst-prophecies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/557316236886913877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/557316236886913877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2011/03/worlds-worst-prophecies.html' title='The World&apos;s Worst Prophecies'/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11462259846611544694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRJJ7V1ljLI/AAAAAAAAAJY/hbpr2Bosit0/S220/Copy%2Bof%2Bpixx%2B307.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-wtTBIN_zerM/TXO1DKe6kPI/AAAAAAAAASY/cOKymgARtV0/s72-c/crystal-ball.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133723421904536696.post-6143181212680333715</id><published>2011-03-06T04:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T17:03:56.359+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MY INSIGHTS'/><title type='text'>Philadephia Experiment - Cover Up?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gkfv_foP5kU/TXKWsVqSo8I/AAAAAAAAASU/B27MqvexlnA/s1600/philadelphia-experiment.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="138" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gkfv_foP5kU/TXKWsVqSo8I/AAAAAAAAASU/B27MqvexlnA/s200/philadelphia-experiment.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am a sucker to mysteries, myths, and the unsolved..&amp;nbsp; That is why I became very interested with the story of the "Philadephia Experiment" also referred to as "Project Rainbow".&amp;nbsp; The experiment was an attempt by the US Navy during the WWII to create a ship (U.S.S Eldridge) that could not be detected by radar and invisible to enemy detection.&amp;nbsp; The plan was to generate massive electromagnetic fields which would bend light and radio waves around the ship, making it invisible to enemy observers.&amp;nbsp; It was said that the experiment was tried on animals that caused death and deep burns and despite it, the US Navy still proceeded to try it on humans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day of the experiment, The electromagnetic field generators were turned on and the U.S.S. Eldridge became nearly invisible.&amp;nbsp; Everything was fine for the first few seconds, but in a blinding blue flash, the ship completely vanished.&amp;nbsp; Within seconds it reappeared hundreds of miles away in Norfolk, Virginia and was seen for several minutes.&amp;nbsp; It disappeared from Norfolk as mysteriously as it had arrived, and reappeared back in Philadelphia Naval Yard. What begun as an experiment in electronic camouflage, ended up as an accidental teleportation of an entire ship and crew to a distant location and back again in a matter of minutes.&amp;nbsp; However, when they examined the ship, most of the crew were violently sick, missing, and five men were said to be found fused to the metal within the ship’s structure.&amp;nbsp; According to legend, most of the crew members eventually went insane, but a few retained  their sanity only to face further situations. One man sat down to  dinner with his wife and child, but then got up from the table, walked  through the wall, and was never seen again. Two other sailors were also  said to have simply disappeared into thin air and never seen again.  Another crew member vanished in the middle of a fight, shocking his  opponent. All of these incidents are  said to have had witnesses.&amp;nbsp; Another side effect was of the men getting ‘stuck’ and unable to move or interact with anyone  for long periods of time.&amp;nbsp; According to specialists, this phenomena was said to be a hoax and there is not much information found that isn’t tainted with doubt and speculation. There were 2 main witnesses who claimed the occurence of these events. One committed suicide (Carlos Miguele Allende) and the other was deemed unfit (Al Bielek).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could any of this have actually occurred? What really happened in Philadelphia on 1943? Has the US government been lying all these years about their technological capabilities and how they have been using them? The questions and mysteries remain...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133723421904536696-6143181212680333715?l=joahnas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/feeds/6143181212680333715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2011/03/philadephia-experiment-fact-or-cover-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/6143181212680333715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/6143181212680333715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2011/03/philadephia-experiment-fact-or-cover-up.html' title='Philadephia Experiment - Cover Up?'/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11462259846611544694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRJJ7V1ljLI/AAAAAAAAAJY/hbpr2Bosit0/S220/Copy%2Bof%2Bpixx%2B307.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gkfv_foP5kU/TXKWsVqSo8I/AAAAAAAAASU/B27MqvexlnA/s72-c/philadelphia-experiment.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133723421904536696.post-3376810253472945187</id><published>2011-03-04T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T21:18:14.732+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MY INTERESTS'/><title type='text'>Photography</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;It is very liberating to be able to express yourself through your work.&amp;nbsp; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-nlOsxC-kbq4/TXDRu0839WI/AAAAAAAAASQ/jP-0F8Q-xnQ/s1600/dreams.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-nlOsxC-kbq4/TXDRu0839WI/AAAAAAAAASQ/jP-0F8Q-xnQ/s320/dreams.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Even with our advanced technologies, the human brain remains an enigma.&amp;nbsp; Countless phenomena are still unexplained, and one of these are dreams.&amp;nbsp; Dreams are one of life's most fascinating and intriguing mysteries.&amp;nbsp; The stuff of legends, myth, and scriptures.&amp;nbsp; There are different beliefs as to what dreams are. Some say they are voices from beyond and others say it is your own soul communicating with you.&amp;nbsp; Specialists see it as one's own subconscious mind aiding his conscious mind to go through the events of his life.&amp;nbsp; Dreams are vehicles from which your mind communicates ideas, warnings and health issues. Dreams are very efficient.&amp;nbsp; They can address multiple issues all in one story line.&amp;nbsp; They may warn you of health dangers, predict the future, point out personality flaws, or solve a current problem.&amp;nbsp; I have listed some of the most common characters in our dreams and their meanings according to dream specialists.&amp;nbsp; Just bear in mind that your own perceptions of your dreams always take precedence over any definition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) animals - They symbolize our own traits, good and bad.&amp;nbsp; When you see an animal in your dreams, it usually represents a bad trait as it is far easier for us to accept and watch an animal doing something negative than to take credit for it ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) automobiles/vehicles - It usually reflects the direction you are heading in life or your body.&amp;nbsp; The condition of the vehicle might give you an idea of your health.&amp;nbsp; Therefore, flying a jet in the sky with a song in your heart would be a rather good dream.&amp;nbsp; =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) children - A child represents something new, different, and joyous.&amp;nbsp; A child may represent a new phase in your life or a new project as well.&amp;nbsp; It may also symbolize innocent parts of one's self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) clothing - When you get into different moods, you tend to choose different clothing.&amp;nbsp; For this reason, clothing symbolizes your mood or state of mind.&amp;nbsp; It may also reflect your attitude. Take note of what you or the other people in your dream are wearing and you would get more clues as to the dream's meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) death - Any dream that refers to dying or funerals pertain to change.&amp;nbsp; The change is usually dramatic and major or can be changes in your life attitude and emotional balance. It may also symbolize confronting fear and threat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) buildings - These usually points directly to a specific area of your life.&amp;nbsp; Dreaming of being in an office may pertain to your working environment.&amp;nbsp; A bathroom may point to your general health and hygiene and the kitchen in your eating and nutrition.&amp;nbsp; To dream of your childhood house however, tends to be a reflection of your life today.&amp;nbsp; A dream of chaos in your childhood can indicate great disturbances in your life either now, or soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) people - People in dreams most commonly reflect important aspects of your personality.&amp;nbsp; These traits are the ones you should enhance or eliminate.&amp;nbsp; You should ask yourself what traits you like and dislike in the characters you dream about and look for those traits in yourself.&amp;nbsp; You might be surprised to find a match up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to read more about dreams, visit &lt;a href="http://www.squidoo.com/dream_symbols"&gt; DREAM SITE &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet dreams everyone! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133723421904536696-1876009054249187413?l=joahnas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/feeds/1876009054249187413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2011/03/dreams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/1876009054249187413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/1876009054249187413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2011/03/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11462259846611544694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRJJ7V1ljLI/AAAAAAAAAJY/hbpr2Bosit0/S220/Copy%2Bof%2Bpixx%2B307.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-nlOsxC-kbq4/TXDRu0839WI/AAAAAAAAASQ/jP-0F8Q-xnQ/s72-c/dreams.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133723421904536696.post-3583412992880960923</id><published>2011-03-04T04:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T04:12:01.513+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MY INSIGHTS'/><title type='text'>Are you single?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-bzm2fvRL3GI/TW_05-Zb5oI/AAAAAAAAASE/GECRpbP_O28/s1600/single.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-bzm2fvRL3GI/TW_05-Zb5oI/AAAAAAAAASE/GECRpbP_O28/s200/single.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Are you single?&amp;nbsp; The start of the year can be somewhat of a downer if you’re lonely and looking for love. Must I be reminded that I still don’t have a ring on my finger or someone to make vacation plans with?! While you might be the most fabulous single girl on the block, we all have our moments of insecurity when we wish there was a guy around to warm up those cold nights. With the start of the year, however, maybe it’s time to stop sulking and start showing off how amazing you are, single or not. In fact, it is the perfect time to turn inward, pay attention to your own needs, and act with class and confidence. Out with the old, in with the new.&amp;nbsp; It’s time to toss away those self-defeating habits and try on some new, more affirming attitudes and behaviors. This goes for your dating style as well as all other areas of your life. Are you hoping to meet a nice guy but only hang around at trashy clubs or dive bars? Want to get in shape but still haven’t signed up for that gym membership? You can’t make room for the things you want until you give up the things that aren’t working. Take action to try something different even if you end up failing. Moreover, go out and spend more time with other singles.&amp;nbsp; Sure, you adore your married best friends and happily attached co-workers, but do you have enough single cronies in your life? Whether we want to admit it or not, singles and non-singles can lead very different lifestyles. It can be affirming and empowering to have other unattached gal pals to bond with when everyone else is having date night. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Finally, you must do what you do.&amp;nbsp; You’ve heard this before, but it merits repeating.&amp;nbsp; Go live your life for you! One of the greatest things about being single is the freedom. After all, your married pals probably can’t skip town for the weekend or study abroad in Spain for the summer without factoring in a husband or boyfriend. This really is the time to indulge your every wild dream and tiniest guilty pleasure. Once a man arrives on the scene, compromise becomes your mantra. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Since nothing is more important than you, give your single life some props and just be your fabulous self. The added bonus? No man can resist a confident, self-sufficient, and optimistic woman. Maybe the saying that you find love when you stop looking for it is true after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133723421904536696-3583412992880960923?l=joahnas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/feeds/3583412992880960923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2011/03/are-you-single_4351.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/3583412992880960923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/3583412992880960923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2011/03/are-you-single_4351.html' title='Are you single?'/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11462259846611544694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRJJ7V1ljLI/AAAAAAAAAJY/hbpr2Bosit0/S220/Copy%2Bof%2Bpixx%2B307.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-bzm2fvRL3GI/TW_05-Zb5oI/AAAAAAAAASE/GECRpbP_O28/s72-c/single.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133723421904536696.post-8970479500458410635</id><published>2011-03-04T03:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T03:49:42.976+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MY INTERESTS'/><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-8RyrsrLwcRg/TW_W_8a3sFI/AAAAAAAAARI/2cQ2-vHi2tI/s1600/friends+series.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-8RyrsrLwcRg/TW_W_8a3sFI/AAAAAAAAARI/2cQ2-vHi2tI/s1600/friends+series.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is the most hilarious series that I just loooove to watch over and over.&amp;nbsp; It is set in New York City and chronicled the lives of six best friends as they went through the ups and downs of romance and career from the confines of their local coffee shop and some pretty fabulous Manhattan apartments.&amp;nbsp; What differentiated it from other sitcoms and made it a bonafide hit was the unique chemistry of its cast.&amp;nbsp; The neurotic clean freak Monica (Courtney Cox), her endearingly hangdog brother Ross (David Schwimmer),&amp;nbsp; the none-too-bright actor-wannabe Joey (Matt LeBlanc), the sarcastic computer programmer Chandler (Matthew Perry), the new-age free spirit Phoebe (Lisa Kudrow), and the reformed spoiled rich girl whose influential fashion sense launched a thousand hairstyles Rachel (Jennifer Aniston).&amp;nbsp; Every line and quip really tickles one's funny bone.&amp;nbsp; Thumbs up to the cast and crew of Friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133723421904536696-8970479500458410635?l=joahnas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/feeds/8970479500458410635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2011/03/friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/8970479500458410635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/8970479500458410635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2011/03/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11462259846611544694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRJJ7V1ljLI/AAAAAAAAAJY/hbpr2Bosit0/S220/Copy%2Bof%2Bpixx%2B307.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-8RyrsrLwcRg/TW_W_8a3sFI/AAAAAAAAARI/2cQ2-vHi2tI/s72-c/friends+series.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133723421904536696.post-75438277423644671</id><published>2011-03-04T03:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T03:49:21.859+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MY INTERESTS'/><title type='text'>Greys Anatomy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-2cw60smKAWk/TW_RhupAidI/AAAAAAAAARE/RzqB3kQjWAc/s1600/greys+anatomy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-2cw60smKAWk/TW_RhupAidI/AAAAAAAAARE/RzqB3kQjWAc/s200/greys+anatomy.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;One of my favorite TV series.&amp;nbsp; The main character Meredith, started off as a first year surgical intern at Seattle Grace Hospital, the toughest surgical residency program west of Harvard.&amp;nbsp; She and fellow first year interns Christina Yang, Izzie Stevens, George O'Malley and Alex Karev were students yesterday...&amp;nbsp; Today they were doctors.&amp;nbsp; And in a world where the job training can be a matter of life and death, they are all juggling the ups and downs of thier own personal lives.&amp;nbsp; The five interns struggle to form friendships in this most stressful and competitive atmosphere.&amp;nbsp; It is a very inspiring program that makes you laugh, cry, and sigh.&amp;nbsp; I for one, cannot get enough of it.&amp;nbsp; It makes you learn so much more about medicine, surgeons, and life in totality.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133723421904536696-75438277423644671?l=joahnas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/feeds/75438277423644671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2011/03/greys-anatomy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/75438277423644671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/75438277423644671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2011/03/greys-anatomy.html' title='Greys Anatomy'/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11462259846611544694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRJJ7V1ljLI/AAAAAAAAAJY/hbpr2Bosit0/S220/Copy%2Bof%2Bpixx%2B307.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-2cw60smKAWk/TW_RhupAidI/AAAAAAAAARE/RzqB3kQjWAc/s72-c/greys+anatomy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133723421904536696.post-5182099315692911332</id><published>2011-03-04T03:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T03:51:30.793+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MY INSIGHTS'/><title type='text'>Imposing moral standards on others</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-2w9sBT8G4Tc/TW57cwFPwnI/AAAAAAAAAQc/eRmgRHnKKPs/s1600/judgeHammer.gif" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="196" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-2w9sBT8G4Tc/TW57cwFPwnI/AAAAAAAAAQc/eRmgRHnKKPs/s200/judgeHammer.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When  we impose that others must conform to our idea of what is right and  acceptable, we only show that we ourselves are unsure of our own  principles.&amp;nbsp; Someone who is sure of himself allows others to be  themselves.&amp;nbsp; Every person has his own ideology and it is plain arrogance  to surmise that our own belief is the only appropriate alternative.&amp;nbsp;  Being unstable in character causes a person to prop himself up and force  others into his mold.&amp;nbsp; You learn more when you look into other  perspectives and even develop yours in the process.&amp;nbsp; In a relationship,  you don't demand that your partner must be a carbon copy of yourself.&amp;nbsp;  After all, you don't get harmony when everybody sings the same note.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133723421904536696-5182099315692911332?l=joahnas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/feeds/5182099315692911332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2011/03/imposing-moral-standards-on-others_04.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/5182099315692911332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/5182099315692911332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2011/03/imposing-moral-standards-on-others_04.html' title='Imposing moral standards on others'/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11462259846611544694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRJJ7V1ljLI/AAAAAAAAAJY/hbpr2Bosit0/S220/Copy%2Bof%2Bpixx%2B307.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-2w9sBT8G4Tc/TW57cwFPwnI/AAAAAAAAAQc/eRmgRHnKKPs/s72-c/judgeHammer.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133723421904536696.post-1767711284206885566</id><published>2011-03-04T03:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T03:51:55.641+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MY INTERESTS'/><title type='text'>Writing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-QF3e0a3C7HQ/TW_vr7wvW6I/AAAAAAAAASA/RxiUTITxODE/s1600/pen-award.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-QF3e0a3C7HQ/TW_vr7wvW6I/AAAAAAAAASA/RxiUTITxODE/s200/pen-award.png" width="191" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I've had this passion for writing ever since I can remember and I sometimes wonder what's inside people's heads if not stories?&amp;nbsp; Writers literally create new worlds from scratch.&amp;nbsp; Our aim is not to copy actuality but to modify and recreate our sense of it. Like actors, a writer invites a reader to watch a performance in his own brain.&amp;nbsp; For me, writing is exploration and&amp;nbsp; it often suprises me on where the journey takes me.&amp;nbsp; I have also come to realize that writing is the most direct contact possible with the part of myself I thought I had lost, and which I constantly find new things from.&amp;nbsp; Through it I can speak about things that are important to me and somebody listens.&amp;nbsp; My purpose in writing is to entertain myself first and other people secondly.&amp;nbsp; There are so many things in this world and so many things to write about.&amp;nbsp; Writing is only boring to people who are probably boring themselves.&amp;nbsp; Or maybe, it is a cop-out...&amp;nbsp; An excuse to live perpetually in fantasy land, where you can create and watch the products of your own head.&amp;nbsp; Be that as it may, the reason one writes is not the fact that he wants to say something.&amp;nbsp; One writes because he has something to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133723421904536696-1767711284206885566?l=joahnas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/feeds/1767711284206885566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2011/03/writing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/1767711284206885566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/1767711284206885566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2011/03/writing.html' title='Writing'/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11462259846611544694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRJJ7V1ljLI/AAAAAAAAAJY/hbpr2Bosit0/S220/Copy%2Bof%2Bpixx%2B307.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-QF3e0a3C7HQ/TW_vr7wvW6I/AAAAAAAAASA/RxiUTITxODE/s72-c/pen-award.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133723421904536696.post-7880011515545719531</id><published>2011-03-04T02:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T03:51:55.642+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MY INTERESTS'/><title type='text'>Billiards</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-QjDyYGJNOE4/TW_cjzJnlTI/AAAAAAAAARM/UiQY8RXwd6E/s1600/billiards.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-QjDyYGJNOE4/TW_cjzJnlTI/AAAAAAAAARM/UiQY8RXwd6E/s320/billiards.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I learned how to play billiards while in school, ironically, while I was NOT in classes.&amp;nbsp; It is a sport recently becoming more and more popular in the Philippines especially after the continuous victories of international players Efren "Bata" Reyes and Francisco "Jango" Bustamante.&amp;nbsp; Their legendary wins prompted many Filipinos both young and old to play billiards.&amp;nbsp; There are three main types of billiards: carom billiards, pocket billiards (also known as pool), and snooker. Carom billiards is played with three balls, a cue ball and two object balls, on a pocketless table; scoring is by caroms only, i.e., by causing the cue ball to strike the object balls in specified ways. Pocket billiards is played with 15 object balls and a cue ball on a table with six pockets; the essential object of the game is to cause the object balls to enter the pockets. Snooker is similar to pocket billiards, except that it uses 21 object balls and smaller pockets.&amp;nbsp; In earlier days, it is considered as a man's sport since billiard tables are most oftenly found on bars and men's clubs.&amp;nbsp; Recently however, more women are involved with the game and in fact in fair competition with men.&amp;nbsp; It just takes a steady hand, strategy, and geometry familiarity in order to play this very enjoyable game.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133723421904536696-7880011515545719531?l=joahnas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/feeds/7880011515545719531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2011/03/billiards.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/7880011515545719531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/7880011515545719531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2011/03/billiards.html' title='Billiards'/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11462259846611544694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRJJ7V1ljLI/AAAAAAAAAJY/hbpr2Bosit0/S220/Copy%2Bof%2Bpixx%2B307.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-QjDyYGJNOE4/TW_cjzJnlTI/AAAAAAAAARM/UiQY8RXwd6E/s72-c/billiards.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133723421904536696.post-1816448441194730113</id><published>2011-03-03T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T01:18:24.694+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MY INSIGHTS'/><title type='text'>The Art of Being Alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-k4CANVXJ00k/TW52wNQuFxI/AAAAAAAAAQU/a4iRn60hj9Q/s1600/alone.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-k4CANVXJ00k/TW52wNQuFxI/AAAAAAAAAQU/a4iRn60hj9Q/s320/alone.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Many people abhor being alone.&amp;nbsp; They get easily bored and they try to find something better to do with their time.&amp;nbsp; Most people even avoid eating out alone since it may prompt pity from others that you are someone who cannot find anyone to eat with.&amp;nbsp; But being alone is sometimes a rare gift especially in this noisy crowded world.&amp;nbsp; We must learn how to relax and tune-in to our inner selves.&amp;nbsp; Certain people find special happiness just sitting alone in a park, walking alone by the beach, or having coffee alone in a shop.&amp;nbsp; I admit I am one of those people.&amp;nbsp; Although I do love parties and crowds, I find it soothing to be by myself at times, assessing life and basically thinking about things that have come to pass or things that are yet to happen.&amp;nbsp; It is in these solitary moments that we can reexamine ourselves and replenish our inner strengths.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133723421904536696-1816448441194730113?l=joahnas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/feeds/1816448441194730113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2011/03/art-of-being-alone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/1816448441194730113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/1816448441194730113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2011/03/art-of-being-alone.html' title='The Art of Being Alone'/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11462259846611544694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRJJ7V1ljLI/AAAAAAAAAJY/hbpr2Bosit0/S220/Copy%2Bof%2Bpixx%2B307.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-k4CANVXJ00k/TW52wNQuFxI/AAAAAAAAAQU/a4iRn60hj9Q/s72-c/alone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133723421904536696.post-473030243941093302</id><published>2011-03-03T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T01:18:24.695+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MY INSIGHTS'/><title type='text'>Thinking = cooking?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-d_c-o8KP-zg/TW5zb7-XdiI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/_h9BtQD4DJE/s1600/chix.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="202" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-d_c-o8KP-zg/TW5zb7-XdiI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/_h9BtQD4DJE/s320/chix.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Thinking is like cooking.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes you turn up the heat to expedite cooking but in the end, the food is not as flavorful as it was supposed to be.&amp;nbsp; Many dishes taste better after long, slow cooking.&amp;nbsp; Therefore,&amp;nbsp; whenever you are faced with a problem, it is better to let it "simmer"in your subconscious for a while and go about your normal activities.&amp;nbsp; Stressing yourself to come up with answers on the spot may work at times, but it can become quite exhausting.&amp;nbsp; Turn to your subconscious mind for help.&amp;nbsp; Like a stove in low flame, you can place your problem and finish the "cooking" process more effectively.&amp;nbsp; Many scientists and artists made their best work and discoveries while doing daily mundane tasks like while on a bath, taking a hike, or just somewhere else other than the desk.&amp;nbsp; So cook it up, take a break, and find the answers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133723421904536696-473030243941093302?l=joahnas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/feeds/473030243941093302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2011/03/thinking-cooking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/473030243941093302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/473030243941093302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2011/03/thinking-cooking.html' title='Thinking = cooking?'/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11462259846611544694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRJJ7V1ljLI/AAAAAAAAAJY/hbpr2Bosit0/S220/Copy%2Bof%2Bpixx%2B307.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-d_c-o8KP-zg/TW5zb7-XdiI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/_h9BtQD4DJE/s72-c/chix.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133723421904536696.post-90440378964779767</id><published>2011-03-03T00:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T17:52:09.063+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MY INSIGHTS'/><title type='text'>Does he like me or is he just being nice?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Every person and situation may be different, but there are some universal signs to know if a guy really likes you or if he's just plain nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;He stares at you.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; If you find him looking your way, see if he's really staring at you or merely looking your way, or maybe cross-eyed.&amp;nbsp; Maybe he's a credit investigator or something.&amp;nbsp; Try to find out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-4W91Y2hzuds/TW5tqz3vR8I/AAAAAAAAAQM/x5UvATJNcOo/s1600/hes-just-not-that-into-you-.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-4W91Y2hzuds/TW5tqz3vR8I/AAAAAAAAAQM/x5UvATJNcOo/s200/hes-just-not-that-into-you-.jpg" width="188" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;He asks personal questions.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; Asking the time or the date does not count unless he asks several times in an hour.&amp;nbsp; If he asks questions like, "What do you like for your birthday?" or "Are you looking for a boyfriend now?" it could be a sign, unless he has a geeky brother and you could be in for a set-up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;He compliments you.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; If he says, "You remind me of my mother", take it as a compliment unless he hates his mother, in which case he may have emotional problems.&amp;nbsp; When he says, "You don't need to diet, you look great", especially if you're 4'11 and 200 lbs, then it's a significant compliment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;He does extra helpful things&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp; If he helps you finish your sandwiches, think again.&amp;nbsp; Maybe he's only interested in your sandwich.&amp;nbsp; However, if you needed to submit a report and he doesn't mind working until 3am and still has to go home in a shanty town where you get shot for smiling, then this guy is not just in love...&amp;nbsp; He's crazy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And you're crazier for not knowing he likes you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133723421904536696-90440378964779767?l=joahnas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/feeds/90440378964779767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2011/03/does-he-like-me-or-is-he-just-being.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/90440378964779767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/90440378964779767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2011/03/does-he-like-me-or-is-he-just-being.html' title='Does he like me or is he just being nice?'/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11462259846611544694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRJJ7V1ljLI/AAAAAAAAAJY/hbpr2Bosit0/S220/Copy%2Bof%2Bpixx%2B307.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-4W91Y2hzuds/TW5tqz3vR8I/AAAAAAAAAQM/x5UvATJNcOo/s72-c/hes-just-not-that-into-you-.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133723421904536696.post-6155697889177519063</id><published>2011-03-02T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T01:18:24.695+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MY INSIGHTS'/><title type='text'>Dieting makes you dumb?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-RdzE3HXBufQ/TW5nFQPt17I/AAAAAAAAAQI/4iVvzI2m7m4/s1600/candida-diet-450.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="199" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-RdzE3HXBufQ/TW5nFQPt17I/AAAAAAAAAQI/4iVvzI2m7m4/s200/candida-diet-450.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Dieting makes your thinking less than razor sharp, according to the Institute of Food Research Laboratory in England.&amp;nbsp; Researchers took a group of healthy women who were trying to shed a few pounds and tested their mental quickness on tasks like hitting a button in response to certain words.&amp;nbsp; On the days they were dieting, the women performed worse than they did when they were not.&amp;nbsp; Why?&amp;nbsp; The reasons are said to be psychological.&amp;nbsp; You're worried about losing weight right away and it consumes a lot of energy and mental space.&amp;nbsp; Researchers, however, say that once you get used to the diet, your normal "smarts" should return.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133723421904536696-6155697889177519063?l=joahnas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/feeds/6155697889177519063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2011/03/dieting-makes-you-dumb.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/6155697889177519063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/6155697889177519063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2011/03/dieting-makes-you-dumb.html' title='Dieting makes you dumb?'/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11462259846611544694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRJJ7V1ljLI/AAAAAAAAAJY/hbpr2Bosit0/S220/Copy%2Bof%2Bpixx%2B307.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-RdzE3HXBufQ/TW5nFQPt17I/AAAAAAAAAQI/4iVvzI2m7m4/s72-c/candida-diet-450.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133723421904536696.post-2361584462728889330</id><published>2011-03-02T17:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T17:30:10.509+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MY INSIGHTS'/><title type='text'>Chris Medina in American Idol...</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/-BtuB8xZHPE?rel=0" title="YouTube video player" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard about this story from a friend who is a fan of American Idol.&amp;nbsp; This video is of Chris Medina, a contestant with a great voice but a tragic story.&amp;nbsp; A story that inspired me to believe that real love and commitment do exist.&amp;nbsp; Chris has been with his girl Julia for 6 years and were engaged to be married until two months before their wedding, when Julia had a car accident that left her with a traumatic brain injury.&amp;nbsp; They even had the video of his proposal at Starbucks where Julia had worked.&amp;nbsp; After the accident, everything changed.&amp;nbsp; But Chris went on with the engagement, stuck by her side and became, as her mother related, her number one caregiver.&amp;nbsp; In interviews, Chris quotes, "I was about to make vows just two months from the accident – through  thick and thin, 'til death do us part, for better or worse," he said.  "What kind of guy would I be if I walked out when she needed me the  most?". Touched and inspired like everybody else of his story, Rodney Jerkins wrote a song for him entitled &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nQY4dIxY1H4"&gt; What Are Words&lt;/a&gt; . It is a powerful song about making promises and fulfilling them, about telling someone you  love that you’ll be there and having them be able to count on you  because you said it. Because the words that you say really mean  something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if you were in his position?&amp;nbsp; It takes great love and faith to continue fighting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The night has a thousand eyes, And the day but one; Yet the light of   the bright world dies, With the dying sun. The mind has a thousand  eyes,  And the heart but one; Yet the light of a whole life dies, When  love is  done."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133723421904536696-2361584462728889330?l=joahnas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/feeds/2361584462728889330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2011/03/chris-medina-in-american-idol.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/2361584462728889330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/2361584462728889330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2011/03/chris-medina-in-american-idol.html' title='Chris Medina in American Idol...'/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11462259846611544694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRJJ7V1ljLI/AAAAAAAAAJY/hbpr2Bosit0/S220/Copy%2Bof%2Bpixx%2B307.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/-BtuB8xZHPE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133723421904536696.post-7726486775108873396</id><published>2011-02-27T02:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T02:01:18.937+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MY INSIGHTS'/><title type='text'>Risk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-CX2xsO6uu-w/TWk_uVCfV-I/AAAAAAAAAQE/DD3ot66ieQ4/s1600/Risk.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="197" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-CX2xsO6uu-w/TWk_uVCfV-I/AAAAAAAAAQE/DD3ot66ieQ4/s200/Risk.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"You can never cross the ocean unless you lose sight of the shore"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very helpful &lt;span class="ResultBody"&gt;excerpt &lt;/span&gt;provided of course that you would be riding a vessel and not swimming, because in that way, what is the use of losing sight of the shore when you won't last swimming to cross the ocean anyway?&amp;nbsp; Risk is good...&amp;nbsp; Risk takes courage...&amp;nbsp; Risk can make you succeed.&amp;nbsp; But in taking risks, you would also have to weigh the consequences and be aware of what you are capable of in order to achieve success.&amp;nbsp; There is a difference between risking because you have the courage and risking because you are stupid or simply do not care.&amp;nbsp; In business, the bigger the risk, the bigger the returns you get when you succeed.&amp;nbsp; But businessmen do not gamble away money and assets just for the hell of it.&amp;nbsp; It takes certain amount of research coupled with intuition to back up these risks.&amp;nbsp; When you risk, it is better to expect the worst so that when you don't get to win, you would be ready to face the losses.&amp;nbsp; In life, you take every kind of risk.&amp;nbsp; You risk being hit by a bus when you cross the street, you risk heartbreak when you commit into a relationship,&amp;nbsp; you risk side effects when you drink your medicine...&amp;nbsp; But of course you don't cross the street when the light is green, you don't commit yourself to a well-known rake, nor drink medicine without consulting the doctor.&amp;nbsp; Like everything else in life, risking has its merits... provided that you respect its limits.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133723421904536696-7726486775108873396?l=joahnas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/feeds/7726486775108873396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2011/02/risk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/7726486775108873396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/7726486775108873396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2011/02/risk.html' title='Risk'/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11462259846611544694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRJJ7V1ljLI/AAAAAAAAAJY/hbpr2Bosit0/S220/Copy%2Bof%2Bpixx%2B307.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-CX2xsO6uu-w/TWk_uVCfV-I/AAAAAAAAAQE/DD3ot66ieQ4/s72-c/Risk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133723421904536696.post-613103924521318865</id><published>2011-02-27T01:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T01:29:26.726+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MY INSIGHTS'/><title type='text'>Marriage</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-m9qY0CpMd8k/TWk2tj9zWjI/AAAAAAAAAQA/RWr63AA__Cw/s1600/wedding_rings2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="166" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-m9qY0CpMd8k/TWk2tj9zWjI/AAAAAAAAAQA/RWr63AA__Cw/s200/wedding_rings2.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;What is happening to the world! Everybody is getting married! I say this maybe because it seems that I'm the only one who isn't.&amp;nbsp; How many women around the world envisioned their perfect wedding? I see my perfect wedding as standing by the beach in my flowing spaghetti-strapped white dress with garlands in my head and white tulips in my hands.&amp;nbsp; I walk down the aisle to the sound of "Standing Right Next to Me by Karla Bonoff" being sang by the choir and my dream man waiting at the end (probably with tears in his eyes caused by happiness) all the while gazing at me with love in his eyes.&amp;nbsp; The sun setting in the horizon as the wind carries all my fears, all my disappointments, all the loneliness of the past from my chest.&amp;nbsp; And voila! that's it.&amp;nbsp; We live happily ever after.&amp;nbsp; End of story.&amp;nbsp; Yeah right, that's not how marriage works.&amp;nbsp; Marriage is not a one-time choice you make.&amp;nbsp; You don't just think on it and say "yes" to the proposal and expect everything else to work out because you've already made your choice.&amp;nbsp; In a marriage, you make choices everyday.&amp;nbsp; The children are whining, &amp;nbsp; the house is in shambles,&amp;nbsp; you meet your gorgeous neighbor,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; you suspect your husband is cheating, bills need to be paid and you fall short on cash...&amp;nbsp; The list goes on and on.&amp;nbsp; There will always be someone more perfect who will come along.&amp;nbsp; There will always be an opportunity of a better life that will present itself.&amp;nbsp; But you make the choice of staying and committing yourself to the marriage.&amp;nbsp; I have heard a very moving speech on a wedding I attended.&amp;nbsp; The bride said that she was sure she found the right man because he is her "anyway man."&amp;nbsp; That no matter what happens, no matter what hurtful things they might say, no matter what imperfection she might see in him,&amp;nbsp; she loves him "anyway".&amp;nbsp; That is marriage.&amp;nbsp; It is committing yourself to the person you love and continuously loving him no matter what.&amp;nbsp; It is a decision you make everyday through good or bad times.&amp;nbsp; It is a lifetime choice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133723421904536696-613103924521318865?l=joahnas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/feeds/613103924521318865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2011/02/marriage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/613103924521318865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/613103924521318865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2011/02/marriage.html' title='Marriage'/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11462259846611544694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRJJ7V1ljLI/AAAAAAAAAJY/hbpr2Bosit0/S220/Copy%2Bof%2Bpixx%2B307.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-m9qY0CpMd8k/TWk2tj9zWjI/AAAAAAAAAQA/RWr63AA__Cw/s72-c/wedding_rings2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133723421904536696.post-2257498727636716478</id><published>2011-02-27T00:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T00:33:06.342+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MY INSIGHTS'/><title type='text'>no arms...  no legs... no worries</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yo_24_qTNac"&gt; video part 1 &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6bL3GR4iAW0"&gt; video part 2 &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to share with you this video about one of the most admirable men I have come across with.&amp;nbsp; Far from ordinary, a man from Australia born with no arms and legs.&amp;nbsp; He went beyond rising to the challenge that fate has dealt him and inspired thousands of people.&amp;nbsp; I cannot help the tears from falling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are bereaved&amp;nbsp; when others taunt us...&amp;nbsp; But what degree of mockery did he withstand?&lt;br /&gt;We grumble about things we cannot buy...&amp;nbsp; But what use are things when you don't have the means to use&amp;nbsp; them?&lt;br /&gt;When we are ignored by loved ones, we get broken...&amp;nbsp; How much more rejections has he faced?&lt;br /&gt;We curse life, we curse fate, we curse God...&amp;nbsp; Yet the man who has most reasons to do so embraces life...&amp;nbsp; Preaches hope...&amp;nbsp; Advocates faith.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133723421904536696-2257498727636716478?l=joahnas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/feeds/2257498727636716478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2011/02/no-legs-no-arms-no-worries.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/2257498727636716478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/2257498727636716478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2011/02/no-legs-no-arms-no-worries.html' title='no arms...  no legs... no worries'/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11462259846611544694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRJJ7V1ljLI/AAAAAAAAAJY/hbpr2Bosit0/S220/Copy%2Bof%2Bpixx%2B307.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133723421904536696.post-8116834751982555596</id><published>2011-02-26T03:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T03:21:10.021+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MY INSIGHTS'/><title type='text'>Love on the internet?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HY5I14Xn2gY/TWf-eGvXTLI/AAAAAAAAAP8/6FmCu04vjq8/s1600/pc+pic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HY5I14Xn2gY/TWf-eGvXTLI/AAAAAAAAAP8/6FmCu04vjq8/s200/pc+pic.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Online dating is big business, and growing more and&amp;nbsp; more in credibility every year. Surveys claim that 50% of single people believe they will meet a suitable partner this way. The stain from dating agencies seems to have gone, and more people are attracted by the advantages of online dating. This type of dating provides the privacy to look around from the comforts of their own home and not needing to go to an actual dating agency office, which in turn would take a lot of courage.&amp;nbsp; Of course, there are many areas of life in which the internet seems to be taking over like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;classified ads in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;selling cars, finding houses, and planning holidays. But the boom in online dating is not simply a more efficient and flexible way of doing things that we would otherwise have done. It reflects an essential shift in how people are encouraged to think about their personal relationships and organize their personal lives... with intimacy acted out in public and subject to the norms one might associate with buying a car, a house, or a holiday.&amp;nbsp; The fashion for finding “love online” represents a redefinition of what we mean by “love”. No longer is love a spontaneous emotion, an extraordinary state of being, a necessary evil on the path to self-fulfillment. Rather, it is remolded as a therapeutic practice...&amp;nbsp; Something to be planned and managed in the way one might plan and manage one's career, in the awareness that it might not last forever and moving on is no bad thing.&amp;nbsp; People seeking love online might not be looking to develop an emotional CV, but that is what the process sells them.&amp;nbsp; Search a guy, interview, and hire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133723421904536696-8116834751982555596?l=joahnas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/feeds/8116834751982555596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2011/02/love-on-internet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/8116834751982555596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/8116834751982555596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2011/02/love-on-internet.html' title='Love on the internet?'/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11462259846611544694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRJJ7V1ljLI/AAAAAAAAAJY/hbpr2Bosit0/S220/Copy%2Bof%2Bpixx%2B307.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HY5I14Xn2gY/TWf-eGvXTLI/AAAAAAAAAP8/6FmCu04vjq8/s72-c/pc+pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133723421904536696.post-3593407319240596711</id><published>2011-02-26T02:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T03:16:38.469+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MY INSIGHTS'/><title type='text'>how do I talk to women?</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; 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mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;}&lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vBcS39z6gBw/TWf0nz1BoxI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Pfm0KwsYdjQ/s1600/men+talk.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vBcS39z6gBw/TWf0nz1BoxI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Pfm0KwsYdjQ/s200/men+talk.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Are you the type of person who blanks out when faced with your crush?&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Do you sweat like crazy when a woman you like sits next to you in a bar?&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Unlike popular opinion, it's actually pretty easy to approach women and &lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;initiate conversation. The problem is being able to continue the conversation and get them interested &lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;in what you have to say. &lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;As you probably know, once you &lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;run out of things to say, the conversation is finished!&amp;nbsp; Bye bye romance... Potential lovelife... poof!&amp;nbsp; So what's the solution?&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Well the truth is it's simple to find topics of conversation. All you have to do is ask a woman a few questions about herself then relate them to stories from your own life.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;As you probably know, women LOVE interesting and funny stories. You can take advantage of this trait by relating events from your past and tying them up to her own experiences. The best way to get started is to craft your own stories.&amp;nbsp; No matter what your life has been like at this point, you've probably had atleast a few interesting stories.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The important thing is to put a humorous and higher status slant on each story.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;A great story should follow the same format and presentation as a great joke. &lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Obviously your goal is to craft these stories WELL before you meet women. In fact, practice them enough so you can build drama and humor each time you tell them.&amp;nbsp; Now when you're talking to a woman, you can literally "fish" for conversation topics. Simply ask women questions about her background and interests. Then look for topics which you can relate to one of your stories. All you have to do is demonstrate the common thread between your experiences and her life.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;This type of conversation works well because you're relating something from your own life to something she has done. Furthermore if you tell your story well, you can demonstrate core traits like humor and high status.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;In addition, since you're making a connection to a shared interest, it'll increase your chances of developing rapport. It's human nature to like people who are similar to ourselves. So a woman will like you because your stories will show how much you have in common.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;So if you want to increase your conversation success, then I recommend you craft a few interesting stories from your own life. Then when you first meet a woman, you can latch on to her experiences and relate them to the exciting things you've done in your life.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Ofcourse, nobody likes a liar and women can smell &lt;span&gt;miscreants so you must tell real stories about you because anything less and you would be cheating yourself in finding the right woman for you .&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;You may not know it, but maybe that woman you’ll sit beside the bus next time might be THE one and you would want to be ready for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133723421904536696-3593407319240596711?l=joahnas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/feeds/3593407319240596711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2011/02/how-do-i-talk-to-women.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/3593407319240596711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/3593407319240596711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2011/02/how-do-i-talk-to-women.html' title='how do I talk to women?'/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11462259846611544694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRJJ7V1ljLI/AAAAAAAAAJY/hbpr2Bosit0/S220/Copy%2Bof%2Bpixx%2B307.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vBcS39z6gBw/TWf0nz1BoxI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Pfm0KwsYdjQ/s72-c/men+talk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133723421904536696.post-9132094639221035820</id><published>2011-02-26T01:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T01:59:42.591+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MY INSIGHTS'/><title type='text'>beauty or brains?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IOeAPjY7TPA/TWft9uOc6MI/AAAAAAAAAP0/pOYTv2YCuh0/s1600/beautybrains2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="182" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IOeAPjY7TPA/TWft9uOc6MI/AAAAAAAAAP0/pOYTv2YCuh0/s200/beautybrains2.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;If you were given the choice, would you choose to be beautiful but dense? Or an ugly genius?&amp;nbsp; What is really more essential in life?&amp;nbsp; Would it that this question be asked in a beauty pageant, the typical answer would be that the mind makes a person seem more beautiful.&amp;nbsp; But does society in actuality really believe this?&amp;nbsp; Beauty impels attention, but so does a bright mind.&amp;nbsp; Jobs demanding beauty are as well paid as jobs requiring intelligence.&amp;nbsp; People make fun of physical flaws but also look down on idiocy.&amp;nbsp; Maybe on that score, an idiot may be less affected because he does not understand the mockery he's being subjected to.&amp;nbsp; As a result, he has less reason to acquire insecurities and self-doubts.&amp;nbsp; But on the other hand, being beautiful instigates vanity whereas quick thinking and wit endears a person to others. So which then is better?&amp;nbsp; Being dumb enough and not knowing you're the butt of jokes or being too smart thus assimilating just how your ugliness matters?&amp;nbsp; Pretty ugly pictures of each right?&amp;nbsp; Both may be positive traits but encourage intimidation and negativity.&amp;nbsp; Maybe that is why there is a balance to life.&amp;nbsp; A lot of white is overly bright whereas an abundance of black gives darkness.&amp;nbsp; So next time you see a gorgeous girl or an Einstein replica, don't go pointing at the heavens and cursing fate...&amp;nbsp; Think a moment...&amp;nbsp; Everything at the extreme is detrimental. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133723421904536696-9132094639221035820?l=joahnas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/feeds/9132094639221035820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2011/02/beauty-or-brains.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/9132094639221035820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/9132094639221035820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2011/02/beauty-or-brains.html' title='beauty or brains?'/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11462259846611544694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRJJ7V1ljLI/AAAAAAAAAJY/hbpr2Bosit0/S220/Copy%2Bof%2Bpixx%2B307.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IOeAPjY7TPA/TWft9uOc6MI/AAAAAAAAAP0/pOYTv2YCuh0/s72-c/beautybrains2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133723421904536696.post-2280515901310532678</id><published>2011-02-25T23:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T23:09:42.495+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MY INSIGHTS'/><title type='text'>Jobs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cyKtzfxWdjs/TWfGKtYaOxI/AAAAAAAAAPs/cGZiLrcEveA/s1600/Job.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cyKtzfxWdjs/TWfGKtYaOxI/AAAAAAAAAPs/cGZiLrcEveA/s200/Job.jpg" width="188" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;People regard jobs in different perspectives.&amp;nbsp; Most people see it as a means to earn money. Some to find fulfillment... Some to have power...&amp;nbsp; And for some lucky few born in the higher echelons of life, to just pass the time.&amp;nbsp; For most of us lucky enough to have the means to finish our studies and get degrees, landing a decent job is the ultimate goal of the years we've spent studying our asses off.&amp;nbsp; As a student, I did my best to earn good grades but never really grasped the idea of the "real world" looming at the end of my university life.&amp;nbsp; The "real world" is full of the pressures of proving yourself, of competition, of politics in the workplace and diverse people with conflicting interests.&amp;nbsp; In our country, where job opportunities are scarce and two out of three Filipinos are unemployed, you go through rejections and disappointments that the weak of heart would surely concede defeat.&amp;nbsp; Cutthroats meander the corporate world that you always have to be at the top of your game and be steadfast in your goals.&amp;nbsp; You work your hardest but still sometimes you get beaten.&amp;nbsp; You move on, work even harder, and learn.&amp;nbsp; Until the time comes when your efforts are rewarded.&amp;nbsp; It is the sweetest thing to receive a raise for a job well done;&amp;nbsp; to be praised by superiors for great performance; to earn the respect of your colleagues; to simply reap the fruits after a tough grind.&amp;nbsp; People often say, "it is only a job".&amp;nbsp; But our jobs define us.&amp;nbsp; Our performances, our goals, our drive, our priorities define who we are and how we view life itself.&amp;nbsp; It does not matter what kind of job you have or how much money you earn but the important thing is how your job makes you feel and how a job molds you as a person.&amp;nbsp; Two persons who earn little may be molded by a job differently.&amp;nbsp; One may stay content and one might be motivated to strive harder.&amp;nbsp; One may hate serving others and one might be honored by it.&amp;nbsp; How you view your job defines you.&amp;nbsp; That is why it is important to find your niche.&amp;nbsp; Find something you know you're good at and somewhere you know you would be happy in.&amp;nbsp; A job is not viewed as work if you enjoy what you're doing and feel duly rewarded and "seen" for your efforts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133723421904536696-2280515901310532678?l=joahnas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/feeds/2280515901310532678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2011/02/jobs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/2280515901310532678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/2280515901310532678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2011/02/jobs.html' title='Jobs'/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11462259846611544694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRJJ7V1ljLI/AAAAAAAAAJY/hbpr2Bosit0/S220/Copy%2Bof%2Bpixx%2B307.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cyKtzfxWdjs/TWfGKtYaOxI/AAAAAAAAAPs/cGZiLrcEveA/s72-c/Job.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133723421904536696.post-6134824244208372810</id><published>2011-02-24T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T21:22:52.796+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MY TRIPS . . .'/><title type='text'>Hundred Islands</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hqTVSIR8x6M/TWU1sty7cnI/AAAAAAAAAPk/q1nIy-Vt5xY/s1600/12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; 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float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="134" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w3u34T3d4mg/TWU1fMKTzGI/AAAAAAAAAPc/GDPqIpTYIvc/s200/10.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A trip to&lt;b&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Hundred Islands National Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and its home, Alaminos City, is a great diversion from the hustle and bustle of the busy, urban life.&amp;nbsp; Definitely one of the highlights of Philippines’ ecotourism, it is about 7 hours away north of Manila. The long drive was  definitely worth it by the time we got there.&amp;nbsp; On our way to Lucap, we passed by the San Jose drive to view the old colonial houses in the area.&amp;nbsp; We booked a room at the Maxine by the sea lodge which I can say is rather decent with air conditioning, two queen-sized beds and cable tv.&amp;nbsp; We arrived around 1pm and spent that first day enjoying the view of the islands from a far while relaxing by the sea deck at Maxine's.&amp;nbsp; We bought some souvenirs by the Lucap Wharf and visited the Pantalan lighthouse; "pantalan" meaning pier or port.&amp;nbsp; While we sit by the port talking, I was able to capture the amazing sun set view.&amp;nbsp; We had dinner at Maxine and I must say I was disappointed because I was expecting much from the good reviews about the place and the food turned out a little bland and much too pricey basing on the lack of taste and flavors.&amp;nbsp; The next day, we got up before dawn to capture the sun rise and partook of our free breakfast.&amp;nbsp; The breakfast was a big improvement as compared to dinner since we chose the Filipino style breakfast consisting of one viand (longganisa, bangus, tocino, etc..), 2 eggs, rice and juice.&amp;nbsp; We boarded our rented boat around 7am to start our tour of the islands.&amp;nbsp; The nearest islands from the Lucap Wharf are Sulpot Island, Monkey  Island, Abad Santos Island and Hernandez Island, which are all 15 to 20  minutes away. The major (and developed) islands, Children's, Governor's and Quezon can  be reached after a 25 to 45-minute boat ride.&amp;nbsp; Our first stop was the Quezon Island. It is one of the most developed islands and is known  to have the best swimming beach.&amp;nbsp; (personally, I would prefer the more fine sand and secluded beach of the Governor's Island) Quezon Island is the best destination for  families as there are two dining pavilions and grilling areas.&amp;nbsp; There is a bridge that leads to a viewing deck on the other side of the island and a giant clam and coral nursery close to one of the dining pavillions.&amp;nbsp; We snorkeled near the island where giant clams can be seen and it was remarkable!&amp;nbsp; We passed by the Children's Island and Turtle Island on our way.&amp;nbsp; Children's Island was amply named because of its shallow waters mostly knee-deep, making it safe for children.&amp;nbsp; It is also mostly for budget            travelers as it consists only of screened bedrooms with electricity,            fresh water and linens. Kerosene lighting is provided for after 12 midnight. We continued on and went spelunking on Cuenco Cave which is also ideal for campers as it provides big spaced shelter&amp;nbsp;where travelers can pitch their tents.&amp;nbsp; Of the 3 major islands, my favorite was the Governor's Island.&amp;nbsp; It is the only island there who keeps a guesthouse ideal for family use. We took the hundred or so steps up to the viewing deck where you can behold the majestic view of the hundred islands...&amp;nbsp; It was breathtaking.&amp;nbsp; There is also the popular Pinoy Big Brother house situated at the middle of the island giving a great view of the shoreline and nearby islands as well.&amp;nbsp; The beach at Governor's island was like a dream.&amp;nbsp; Very secluded and picturesque with fine white sand and great rock formations.&amp;nbsp; You could also have a shot at scuba diving since Alaminos houses great marine life and equipments and lessons are being offered on the governor's island&amp;nbsp; It was a trip really worth the effort and money.&amp;nbsp; No doubt about it, Hundred Islands is truly an awe-inspiring beauty to the ones who experience it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w3u34T3d4mg/TWU1fMKTzGI/AAAAAAAAAPc/GDPqIpTYIvc/s1600/10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It was my birthday that day and my friends and I were looking for someplace near just to unwind and be together.&amp;nbsp; I scanned the internet and came up with this amazing resort with breathtaking views.&amp;nbsp; We booked for an overnight stay.&amp;nbsp; When we got there, it was as it seemed on the photos.. beautiful indeed! Lush vegetation welcomes guests as soon as they enter and it offers an up-close and personal view of the lake and its world-famous volcano.&amp;nbsp; This picturesque setting makes it a popular wedding and pre-nuptial photoshoot destination.&amp;nbsp; We were given a room in the Orchard Lane with 4 double beds and a kitchen.&amp;nbsp; The clubhouse is at the heart of the resort and looks out over the infinity pool and the lake and volcano beyond it. The resort offers numerous big-sized pools, all situated to provide a great view of the taal volcano.&amp;nbsp; It is also great for company outings and large corporate gatherings since they offer needed facilities and function rooms.&amp;nbsp; Water activities are also available like kayak and jet skis and a trip to the taal volcano by motor boats.&amp;nbsp; We lolled by the pool, basked in the serenity of the place and I must say that our mere overnight stay was not enough.&amp;nbsp; The only thing I could impart a negative comment on was the food served at the restaurant.&amp;nbsp; It was really bland and pricey.&amp;nbsp; However, the resort allows guests to bring their own food and each room is equipped with a kitchen and needed utensils.&amp;nbsp; This place for me is a perfect getaway and I must say.. brides to be.. take it down for your future weddings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133723421904536696-7687788627652080342?l=joahnas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/feeds/7687788627652080342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2011/02/club-balai-isabel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/7687788627652080342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/7687788627652080342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2011/02/club-balai-isabel.html' title='Club Balai Isabel'/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11462259846611544694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRJJ7V1ljLI/AAAAAAAAAJY/hbpr2Bosit0/S220/Copy%2Bof%2Bpixx%2B307.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8FPECE9jPH0/TWTyyobDRtI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/Ws57jPy-xfk/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133723421904536696.post-724432186153531086</id><published>2011-02-23T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T19:05:39.676+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MY TRIPS . . .'/><title type='text'>Rizal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jsLzrLkABhc/TWTopEhaqNI/AAAAAAAAAOA/hkaK9Ynnxws/s1600/thunder+bird+resort+013.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jsLzrLkABhc/TWTopEhaqNI/AAAAAAAAAOA/hkaK9Ynnxws/s200/thunder+bird+resort+013.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There are so many places and must-sees in Rizal that I have yet to explore.&amp;nbsp; One particular visit took me to the&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xV4PI5H2UwU/TWTo3843CfI/AAAAAAAAAOE/zP61n_rmIyI/s1600/thunder+bird+resort+111.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xV4PI5H2UwU/TWTo3843CfI/AAAAAAAAAOE/zP61n_rmIyI/s200/thunder+bird+resort+111.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yHpleS3CNEU/TWTpGuUdePI/AAAAAAAAAOI/nqMYxYjjqDo/s1600/thunder+bird+resort+119.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yHpleS3CNEU/TWTpGuUdePI/AAAAAAAAAOI/nqMYxYjjqDo/s200/thunder+bird+resort+119.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q0IFFDglAQg/TWTpIKHsPRI/AAAAAAAAAOM/otrZxKWmCYk/s1600/DSC02833.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q0IFFDglAQg/TWTpIKHsPRI/AAAAAAAAAOM/otrZxKWmCYk/s200/DSC02833.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thunderbird Resort in Rizal which is a few miles outside of Manila. It is a Mediterranean-inspired hotel that isn't really that big but has some of the facilities needed if you're a leisure traveler. They have a casino which is one of its main attractions. Their rooms are quite big and spacious as compared to hotels in Manila and they offer suites with 2 double sized beds. There is also a golf course (east ridge), a driving range, clean pool with a  round pool jacuzzi type, a little playground for kids, pool restaurant and free wifi (intermittent connection  in the afternoon).&amp;nbsp; They also serve really great food and breakfast buffet. One thing that separates the staff at Thunderbird was that they were all super hospitable and accommodating. It is a resort that purports first class treatment.&amp;nbsp; Thumbs up to Thunderbird Resort Rizal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133723421904536696-724432186153531086?l=joahnas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/feeds/724432186153531086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2011/02/rizal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/724432186153531086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/724432186153531086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2011/02/rizal.html' title='Rizal'/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11462259846611544694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRJJ7V1ljLI/AAAAAAAAAJY/hbpr2Bosit0/S220/Copy%2Bof%2Bpixx%2B307.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jsLzrLkABhc/TWTopEhaqNI/AAAAAAAAAOA/hkaK9Ynnxws/s72-c/thunder+bird+resort+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133723421904536696.post-6535690515261248079</id><published>2011-02-23T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T18:43:22.015+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MY TRIPS . . .'/><title type='text'>Antipolo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z3kUTfrEt7E/TWTj0XwjD8I/AAAAAAAAAN8/pD-rqaSDH3U/s1600/pics+084.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z3kUTfrEt7E/TWTj0XwjD8I/AAAAAAAAAN8/pD-rqaSDH3U/s200/pics+084.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dWBM3n7UeHk/TWTjseEs5dI/AAAAAAAAAN0/PwO7sJYMSvA/s1600/DSC03563.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dWBM3n7UeHk/TWTjseEs5dI/AAAAAAAAAN0/PwO7sJYMSvA/s200/DSC03563.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pL7XUlphsL0/TWTjs2suUTI/AAAAAAAAAN4/Nwh0e9BH8w0/s1600/DSC03674.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pL7XUlphsL0/TWTjs2suUTI/AAAAAAAAAN4/Nwh0e9BH8w0/s200/DSC03674.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Antipolo is one of the nicest place near the Metro to visit, whether to hang out on the popular bars dotted along the city, chill out on coffee shops overlooking the great view, or visiting the numerous resorts the city has to offer.&amp;nbsp; I've been to Antipolo countless times,one of which was to visit the Villa Cristina resort which I could say is a disappointing experience. It was very fortunate that I had really enjoyed the company I was with or I might consider the outing as a waste of time and money. We checked in for an overnight stay then and it was indeed a big place and has a  nice view overlooking the whole metro since Antipolo  is set in high altitude. The view was indeed astounding, but the pools are not as great as I expected and were only open until 11pm. They only have about 3  pools, big in size but are not very clean when we got there.&lt;br /&gt;The hotel rates were reasonable, though I have to say that the hotel room  is not very clean, the toilet bowl is stained, and the shower floors  are not as presentable as others I have seen. The bed sheets are not as  “white” too. I felt as if there was something in the sheets that kind of  made me feel itchy at times. Not to be too demanding, but the first  thing I noticed was that the room is not very spacious, there was no  television, the cabinets were not clean because we found some tissue  left-over when we opened them.&lt;br /&gt;Talking about the resort, it is clean as a whole, leaving out the  details of the hotel rooms of course. The cottages would have been a  great place if you are not very particular where you would be able to  leave your things unattended. As a whole, the Villa Christina Resort  and Hotel is an acceptable place to relax, enjoy the view and be with good friends, but more preferable for a day tour excursion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133723421904536696-6535690515261248079?l=joahnas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/feeds/6535690515261248079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2011/02/antipolo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/6535690515261248079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/6535690515261248079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2011/02/antipolo.html' title='Antipolo'/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11462259846611544694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRJJ7V1ljLI/AAAAAAAAAJY/hbpr2Bosit0/S220/Copy%2Bof%2Bpixx%2B307.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z3kUTfrEt7E/TWTj0XwjD8I/AAAAAAAAAN8/pD-rqaSDH3U/s72-c/pics+084.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133723421904536696.post-2105394857985875542</id><published>2011-02-23T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T19:58:11.957+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MY TRIPS . . .'/><title type='text'>Subic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vrYnamBxtnk/TWTZawusaKI/AAAAAAAAANs/QOM1SkdsWbA/s1600/memory+card+ela+010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="149" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vrYnamBxtnk/TWTZawusaKI/AAAAAAAAANs/QOM1SkdsWbA/s200/memory+card+ela+010.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LI6liJEkiRk/TWTYwMsn29I/AAAAAAAAANk/Li8uPWaNriU/s1600/24.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="149" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LI6liJEkiRk/TWTYwMsn29I/AAAAAAAAANk/Li8uPWaNriU/s200/24.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jEy-Qlz8YE4/TWTZLvTxDoI/AAAAAAAAANo/mDuWDvCcL34/s1600/new+023.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jEy-Qlz8YE4/TWTZLvTxDoI/AAAAAAAAANo/mDuWDvCcL34/s200/new+023.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6j0mGfrmlQ0/TWTZqWzdHzI/AAAAAAAAANw/62GZTrLieBY/s1600/memory+card+ela+072.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="149" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6j0mGfrmlQ0/TWTZqWzdHzI/AAAAAAAAANw/62GZTrLieBY/s200/memory+card+ela+072.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have been to Subic a number of times and been to White Rock Resort twice.&amp;nbsp; That first time, our annual company outing was held at White Rock and I was really excited to go since it has great reviews and seems like a very nice place.&amp;nbsp; The sights were wonderful but our place was not that impressive. The hotel itself was quite simple and comparing to accommodation prices, I felt as though it was not adequate.&amp;nbsp; We also had to wait awhile before our rooms were prepared which infuriated most of us since the place we were asked to wait was scorching hot.&amp;nbsp; Though it is an open field, the trees and plants were not enough to make  it a cooler place. As for the beach, it is very clear and inviting. I dipped my feet through  the water and felt it calming my nerves. Since it is noon time, I did not take  the risk of swimming under the hottest sun. The sand was fine and white as advertisements boast.&amp;nbsp; There is a vast range of water activities to choose from like banana boats, jet skis, and kayaks and a lot of entertainment to occupy yourself with.&amp;nbsp; Overall, it is one of the best places to visit in Subic especially for beach bummers like me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133723421904536696-2105394857985875542?l=joahnas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/feeds/2105394857985875542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2011/02/subic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/2105394857985875542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/2105394857985875542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2011/02/subic.html' title='Subic'/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11462259846611544694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRJJ7V1ljLI/AAAAAAAAAJY/hbpr2Bosit0/S220/Copy%2Bof%2Bpixx%2B307.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vrYnamBxtnk/TWTZawusaKI/AAAAAAAAANs/QOM1SkdsWbA/s72-c/memory+card+ela+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133723421904536696.post-7919630961599423211</id><published>2011-02-23T17:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T21:51:29.903+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MY TRIPS . . .'/><title type='text'>Corregidor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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font-size: small;"&gt;Corregidor is one of the best historical spots I've been into.&amp;nbsp; The place itself is scenic and very well maintained and they have preserved the original barracks and mortars used during the war.&amp;nbsp; We took a short ferry ride at the docks near CCP and arrived in Corregidor around 8am.&amp;nbsp; Tranvias (named after the electric trams that criss-crossed Manila before the war) were waiting for us as we alighted to tour us around the place.&amp;nbsp; There used to be a bike rental shop on the island, before the one-two  punch of injury liability and the Asian Currency Crisis of 1997 shut it  down. Bikes are still welcome on the island, provided you bring your  own.&amp;nbsp; We were assigned one tour guide per tranvia to walk us through history and explain the story behind the place.&amp;nbsp; The first stop on the tour was the Middleside Barracks, a large military  barracks made up of two three-story buildings which was referred to as  the Middleside Barracks because it was constructed in the middleside  sector of the island. Personnel of the 60th Coast Artillery Regiment and  the 91st Philippine Scout Coast Artillery Regiment were billeted in  these barracks. It was also briefly occupied by elements of the 4th  Marine Regiment upon their arrival in Corregidor on December 1941. We were able to snap a few photos and then went on with the tour.&amp;nbsp; Battery Way was the first gun emplacement that I saw on the island. I  was able to climb around on the guns and go into the ordnance storage  facilities. An interesting bit of trivia that I learned while on the tour  was that there used to be a railroad network on the island which was  used for transport of all the ordnance to the different batteries.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Battery Hearn was the finest gun to see on the island for several reasons. First, it was the largest gun on the island. Also, when the Japanese captured the island from the American forces they took a photo of their troops standing around the gun to be used for propaganda.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Battery Grubbs and Battery Crockett were known as "disappearing guns" because they could disappear from sight after firing.&amp;nbsp; After seeing the major batteries in Corregidor, we headed to the part of the island known as Topside.&amp;nbsp; It &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;is the highest geographic sector on the island where the terrain elevation above sea level ranges from about 400 feet and higher. Topside is said to be the nerve center of the island fortress. It is where you will find the ruins of the Mile-Long Barracks, Post Headquarters, Cine Corregidor, and a number of buildings previously used as quarters for bachelor officers as well as the senior officers of the garrison. All the major gun emplacements are also located around this high ground. The parade &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 115%;"&gt;ground, a small golf course, the old Spanish flagpole, and the reconstructed Spanish lighthouse are similarly located at Topside. The more recently constructed buildings and structures that are now found at Topside are the Pacific War Memorial Dome, sculpture of the Eternal Flame of Freedom, and the museum.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;By noon, we were all famished and we ate our lunch at the Corregidor Hotel and the food was actually really  good, although it might have tasted that way since I was extremely  hungry.&amp;nbsp; After lunch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;we drove up to see the site of a former Japanese Cemetery. The American forces created&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 115%;"&gt; the cemetery when they recaptured the island from the Japanese in WWII. After 40 years of jungle growth, the exact location of the cemetery became unknown. In 1985 a photograph of an unknown American GI standing at the entrance of the cemetery was found in Oregon, and historians and archeologists were able to pinpoint the cemetery's location. With the permission of the Filipino Government, the remains were exhumed and returned to Japan in 1986. Today the site is a Japanese Memorial Garden. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Also, a great 10-foot statue of a lady Buddha stands at one area representing fertility.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;We also went up to see the Spanish Lighthouse. From here I was able to have a view of Corregidor Island, Manila Bay (sight of the famous Battle of Manila Bay fought between the US and Spanish naval forces), the South China Sea, Bataan Peninsula, and Cavite.  The final stop on our tour was the Malinta Tunnel.&amp;nbsp; Construction of the tunnel took about 10 years.&amp;nbsp; The tunnel has been dug through solid rock and offered complete  protection from artillery or air attack. Command communications and  medical units were located there.&amp;nbsp; The tunnel was originally designed to house huge quantities of  ammunition, food and supplies, and an underground hospital with a  1,000-bed capacity. The location of the tunnel beneath Malinta Hill made  it ideal as a bomb-proof headquarters for the embattled Filipino and  American defenders of Corregidor during World War II. During the siege  of Corregidor, a number of shops and storage areas were added. The tunnel complex was described as damp and poorly ventilated  and except for the hospital, it was not designed to quarter humans.  Although it was safe inside, morale of the personnel was lower than  elsewhere in Corregidor.&amp;nbsp; Our tour guide also told of the story about the Japanese soldiers caught inside the tunnel.&amp;nbsp; American troops barricaded the tunnel trapping the Japanese with no other option but to surrender.&amp;nbsp; The Japanese,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 115%;"&gt; valiant and fearless to the end, committed suicide by bombing themselves and destroying most of the laterals of the tunnel. Overall, although pretty exhausting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt; the trip to Corregidor Island was awesome. I have learned so much about history and empathized with the hardship that the Filipino and American troops went through during the war.&amp;nbsp; I would recommend  the trip to any age group as it has something for everyone. The  trolley makes it easy to travel for the young and old. If given the  opportunity to come back, I'd like to try to stay overnight at the  hotel and spend two days there so I can explore more of the island as there were tons more we were not able to explore and do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133723421904536696-7919630961599423211?l=joahnas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/feeds/7919630961599423211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2011/02/corregidor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/7919630961599423211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/7919630961599423211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2011/02/corregidor.html' title='Corregidor'/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11462259846611544694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRJJ7V1ljLI/AAAAAAAAAJY/hbpr2Bosit0/S220/Copy%2Bof%2Bpixx%2B307.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wIrmwXrnJ8U/TWTOF-m4-gI/AAAAAAAAAMk/XbejAQGYbfc/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133723421904536696.post-5970860081640792797</id><published>2011-02-23T16:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T21:54:36.964+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MY TRIPS . . .'/><title type='text'>Lobo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J8GUf0zgtCI/TWS-GGeyqYI/AAAAAAAAAME/HeDgRyQQa3I/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="211" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J8GUf0zgtCI/TWS-GGeyqYI/AAAAAAAAAME/HeDgRyQQa3I/s320/1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nfDCkQMH4RA/TWS-KSRQx4I/AAAAAAAAAMI/P8uNY4nu7mc/s1600/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="211" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nfDCkQMH4RA/TWS-KSRQx4I/AAAAAAAAAMI/P8uNY4nu7mc/s320/2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MZEM0FgRTd8/TWS-aFw47hI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/CU4RumG4hSA/s1600/4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MZEM0FgRTd8/TWS-aFw47hI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/CU4RumG4hSA/s320/4.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qS6DVA9-gLQ/TWS-OWR5DcI/AAAAAAAAAMM/4JwD9TUg46c/s1600/3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="211" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qS6DVA9-gLQ/TWS-OWR5DcI/AAAAAAAAAMM/4JwD9TUg46c/s320/3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q31GdR1RSWk/TWS-emoFV4I/AAAAAAAAAMU/4f73jhAH410/s1600/5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q31GdR1RSWk/TWS-emoFV4I/AAAAAAAAAMU/4f73jhAH410/s320/5.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-De4DgkBvMvs/TWS-iVaFATI/AAAAAAAAAMY/EahzWu7jVCw/s1600/6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-De4DgkBvMvs/TWS-iVaFATI/AAAAAAAAAMY/EahzWu7jVCw/s320/6.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z7KHsoRHBWc/TWS-sEz7ISI/AAAAAAAAAMc/tnrNM81ujgA/s1600/7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z7KHsoRHBWc/TWS-sEz7ISI/AAAAAAAAAMc/tnrNM81ujgA/s320/7.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There are many resorts and must-sees in Batangas and one place earning more popularity is Lobo.&amp;nbsp; The place is accessible and just about 2-3 hour drive from Manila.&amp;nbsp; You can loll about beaches with flesh-white sand and clear waters.&amp;nbsp; Though only a few barrios have unearthed the beauty of its shorelines, the coastline of Sawang, Malabrigo, Olo-Olo and Soloc are where pleasant beaches can be found.&amp;nbsp; Far from the daily pressure of your work, you can put in  some adventure to that busy lifestyle as you visit the far and beyond  viewing the beautiful shoreline and sceneries aboard motor bancas that are available for rent.&amp;nbsp; Certain beaches are suitable for snorkeling, diving and underwater photography.&amp;nbsp; About fifteen meters from the seaboard, water is clear, and one can view a fish at  knee-deep waters. Different sea creatures can be sighted at shallow  waters. Flying fish hopping in harmony is a common spectacle.&amp;nbsp; Although the roads leading to Lobo are bumpy, and resorts in the area  are quite undeveloped, one should consider visiting Lobo as a perfect retreat for beach lovers aiming for a quiet break.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133723421904536696-5970860081640792797?l=joahnas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/feeds/5970860081640792797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2011/02/lobo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/5970860081640792797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/5970860081640792797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2011/02/lobo.html' title='Lobo'/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11462259846611544694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRJJ7V1ljLI/AAAAAAAAAJY/hbpr2Bosit0/S220/Copy%2Bof%2Bpixx%2B307.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J8GUf0zgtCI/TWS-GGeyqYI/AAAAAAAAAME/HeDgRyQQa3I/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133723421904536696.post-5280652845652501075</id><published>2011-02-20T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T01:50:55.579+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MY TRIPS . . .'/><title type='text'>Zambales</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zhq0gpRRQB8/TWAAaKi8D-I/AAAAAAAAAMA/0KyAEu4uiXY/s1600/4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SNyOu4Wmu5U/TWAAMRlCsnI/AAAAAAAAAL4/cEbfp9_yaDI/s1600/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="135" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SNyOu4Wmu5U/TWAAMRlCsnI/AAAAAAAAAL4/cEbfp9_yaDI/s200/2.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you still aren’t in on the secret, there are actually beautiful and cheap beach getaways in Zambales.&amp;nbsp; Most popular of these islands are the Anawangin Cove and Nagsasa Cove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nfd-2gIyaJw/TWAAGQSieJI/AAAAAAAAAL0/S0C9fMx6wcE/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="132" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nfd-2gIyaJw/TWAAGQSieJI/AAAAAAAAAL0/S0C9fMx6wcE/s200/1.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zhq0gpRRQB8/TWAAaKi8D-I/AAAAAAAAAMA/0KyAEu4uiXY/s1600/4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zhq0gpRRQB8/TWAAaKi8D-I/AAAAAAAAAMA/0KyAEu4uiXY/s200/4.jpg" width="132" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J9u3LoUepfg/TWAATVREj4I/AAAAAAAAAL8/z2rhvFFo-2Q/s1600/3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="136" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J9u3LoUepfg/TWAATVREj4I/AAAAAAAAAL8/z2rhvFFo-2Q/s200/3.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We love these beaches because they’re just three to four hours away from Manila, very cheap to go to, great to photograph, not a lot of people know about them which means they’re technically unspoiled, and because they’re just simply beautiful.&amp;nbsp; Don’t know what to expect from these Zambales getaways?&amp;nbsp; The more popular among the two, Anawangin Cove is a favorite among campers and mountaineers.&amp;nbsp; The beach soft, grayish white sand (your feet will sink as you walk along) with dark greenish blue waters (which was not salty at all and tasted like freshwater) and surrounded by palm trees and imposing mountains much like the landscape you see in Switzerland. Waves are usually strong here especially at noon, but we were blessed with calm waters during our visit. There’s an undercurrent here too which is the main culprit for the reported drowning incidents.&amp;nbsp; However, there are absolutely no facilities in these virgin islands.&amp;nbsp; No electricity, drinking water, and no signals on cellphones.&amp;nbsp; You have to be ready with your own supplies if you're planning on staying the night.&amp;nbsp; If you don’t mind paying a minimal fee though, you can access the area with a makeshift shower and a water pump that you have to share with other vacationers.&amp;nbsp; You ask me, what is the fuss all about?&amp;nbsp; The scenery here is not something you’d normally see in the Philippines. The lovely combination of the pristine beach, the lush mountains and the surrounding palm trees create a secluded vibe. Behind the beach is a beautiful lake, which is home to small fishes and which rare birds frequent. Now although less popular than Anawangin since it’s farther, Nagsasa Cove is way more beautiful.&amp;nbsp; Light blue waters with hints of light green matched with glistening grayish white sand will greet you as you approach the cove. The beach is calm as well, with most parts of it cold. On both sides of the beaches are majestic mountains. A lush forest faces the beach as well, its trees producing a gentle yet whooping descending sound when the wind passes by.&amp;nbsp; Just like Anawangin, no facilities are to be expected but there are some houses inhabited by locals where you can ask for some kind of assistance.&amp;nbsp; The scenery is exceptional here too. From the beach, you can see the various mountains surrounding the cove, the clouds overhead adding to the charm of the scenery as they form shadows over the mountains.&amp;nbsp; An even more beautiful lake is a must-visit here, which provides an exceptional view of a mountain with stunning slopes, an imposing beauty in the seemingly secluded area. As in Anawangin, palm trees dot the area below the mountains providing a beautiful rustic scenery that’s really very unique in our country . The mountain is the center of attention in Nagsasa Lake, in full view, standing in all its glory for vacationers to see.&amp;nbsp; Anawangin and Nagsasa Coves are best for camping trips since there are no resorts in the area. However, you can stay at nearby resorts in the town of Pundaquit and rent a boat to take you to the beaches.&amp;nbsp; A getaway filled with fun and relaxation.&amp;nbsp; You really must try it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133723421904536696-5280652845652501075?l=joahnas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/feeds/5280652845652501075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2011/02/zambales.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/5280652845652501075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/5280652845652501075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2011/02/zambales.html' title='Zambales'/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11462259846611544694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRJJ7V1ljLI/AAAAAAAAAJY/hbpr2Bosit0/S220/Copy%2Bof%2Bpixx%2B307.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SNyOu4Wmu5U/TWAAMRlCsnI/AAAAAAAAAL4/cEbfp9_yaDI/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133723421904536696.post-2095735761027139156</id><published>2011-02-17T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T22:13:32.709+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MY INSIGHTS'/><title type='text'>Time Will Come</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YqT3l2iOmX4/TV0s_wdX-gI/AAAAAAAAAK4/IBhScFixq2M/s1600/time.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="131" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YqT3l2iOmX4/TV0s_wdX-gI/AAAAAAAAAK4/IBhScFixq2M/s200/time.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Everybody has problems. Everybody has bad times. But do we need to sacrifice our good times because of this?&amp;nbsp; Sometimes we need to be introverts or be emotional about the things that  bother us. Why? Because it's normal.&amp;nbsp; Besides, in that way, we can think and come up with  a&amp;nbsp;better&amp;nbsp;plan. Not all the time should we be happy especially when  things are not the way we expect. But don't lose hope, and don't give up.&amp;nbsp; We should not ignore the yin-yang&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;principle. &lt;br /&gt;There is always time for everything. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133723421904536696-2095735761027139156?l=joahnas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/feeds/2095735761027139156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2011/02/time-will-come.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/2095735761027139156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/2095735761027139156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2011/02/time-will-come.html' title='Time Will Come'/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11462259846611544694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRJJ7V1ljLI/AAAAAAAAAJY/hbpr2Bosit0/S220/Copy%2Bof%2Bpixx%2B307.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YqT3l2iOmX4/TV0s_wdX-gI/AAAAAAAAAK4/IBhScFixq2M/s72-c/time.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133723421904536696.post-915835803478721587</id><published>2011-02-17T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T22:12:15.814+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MY INSIGHTS'/><title type='text'>Hope for the Cruel World</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_kTZ0SMKWXs/TV0sr1O7sNI/AAAAAAAAAK0/tRab5_wJmSs/s1600/evil.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="160" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_kTZ0SMKWXs/TV0sr1O7sNI/AAAAAAAAAK0/tRab5_wJmSs/s200/evil.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There are times that I sit in a park and look around me...I see people of different age hurrying along doing their normal day to day activities. I observe them portraying different stations in life with their wardrobes or even the way they carry themselves. Everything seems in order. The world seems peaceful.&amp;nbsp; But the media discloses how bad the world turned out to be. They make you witness crime after crime that sometimes you can hardly cope up. You cannot begin to imagine such a thing can be done nor can you swallow the fact that you are within the same circle as these animals that God actually created to be human beings. They come up with various ways to raise themselves above others, ways to intentionally harm others, ways to use another for their own benefit regardless of who, how, when, where and why they do so. From rich and powerful individuals to poor and lowly commoners...they have their own ways of being ruled by the devil.&amp;nbsp; I know of someone who shamefully used her power to her own advantage. She unwittingly dangled her name to probable disgrace when found out but she was blinded by vanity, by money. She failed to care for the teachings, she ignored what is right, she disregarded the norms of the society. She and her family may have enjoyed the fruit of the dishonesty for a few months but now is paying the debt with humiliation and damage in reputation for the deed cannot stay unknown. No secret can be left hidden for so long, there always is a leak.&amp;nbsp; The wicked will do everything to succeed, they will use everything and say anything to win. And they usually target the weak, and abuse the righteous.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Types of crimes are known in varying classifications depending on their style, "budol-budol gang", "dugo-dugo gang", "akyat-bahay gang"...probably differently called in different languages but they all are the same - CRUEL, SELFISH, SINFUL, ROTTEN, EVIL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133723421904536696-915835803478721587?l=joahnas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/feeds/915835803478721587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2011/02/hope-for-cruel-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/915835803478721587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/915835803478721587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2011/02/hope-for-cruel-world.html' title='Hope for the Cruel World'/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11462259846611544694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRJJ7V1ljLI/AAAAAAAAAJY/hbpr2Bosit0/S220/Copy%2Bof%2Bpixx%2B307.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_kTZ0SMKWXs/TV0sr1O7sNI/AAAAAAAAAK0/tRab5_wJmSs/s72-c/evil.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133723421904536696.post-4523270109315529419</id><published>2011-02-15T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T00:24:33.557+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MY TRIPS . . .'/><title type='text'>Majayjay</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YyIvXTJQTK8/TV_tw0oNfVI/AAAAAAAAALE/C4c4_29tK2o/s1600/Picture3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="149" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YyIvXTJQTK8/TV_tw0oNfVI/AAAAAAAAALE/C4c4_29tK2o/s200/Picture3.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zqYfIfdKZ0w/TV_tr0ZV0yI/AAAAAAAAAK8/pU2o8a42b3U/s1600/Picture4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zqYfIfdKZ0w/TV_tr0ZV0yI/AAAAAAAAAK8/pU2o8a42b3U/s200/Picture4.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bo_ndj0VJAk/TV_twNP4eSI/AAAAAAAAALA/PE4uHAK_H4E/s1600/Picture1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bo_ndj0VJAk/TV_twNP4eSI/AAAAAAAAALA/PE4uHAK_H4E/s200/Picture1.jpg" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I never understood why people love camping.&amp;nbsp; You forego the simple comforts of a nice bathroom, of the easy way you cook food atop the stove, and the softness of a real bed.&amp;nbsp; These are the very reasons I decided to take a day tour trip instead of sleeping over as my office mates have planned when we went to Majayjay Falls.&amp;nbsp; I've never heard of it but I was told it was quite famous.&amp;nbsp; Little did I know, the trip takes up half a day, one way.&amp;nbsp; We had to take a long bus ride and two short jeepney rides.&amp;nbsp; By the time we got there, it was already past noon and we still have to take the twenty-minute hike into the falls.&amp;nbsp; As we alighted, there were several rooms for rent scattered, mini market and stores, and tents for rent.&amp;nbsp; The way into the falls is pretty easy as some of the trail has already been cemented due to the frequent tourists visiting the place.&amp;nbsp; We set our tents up, cooked the food we bought from the nearby market, and dipped into the very cold water of the falls.&amp;nbsp; By that I mean freezing cold but fresh all the same.&amp;nbsp; Our teeth were chattering when we emerged from the water but it was refreshing after our dusty ride.&amp;nbsp; Dusk was fast approaching and campers began to get their camp fires going.&amp;nbsp; We amused ourselves with conversation and drank-in the solemnity of nature.&amp;nbsp; There is total stillness and silence and a feeling of unreality which only the mountains provide.&amp;nbsp; It is enjoyable sitting around with friends beneath the camp fire and feeling the cool earth beneath the tent.&amp;nbsp; In the middle of the night however, the stars started disappearing and clouds became overcast.&amp;nbsp; We fear of rain because we were very close to the river and the current is getting pretty strong.&amp;nbsp; We were also closeted on the other side of the water that we would be trapped in case the strong current rises.&amp;nbsp; We decided to pack up and rent a room offered at the start of the trail going into the falls.&amp;nbsp; It was pitch dark and all we have are weak flashlights.&amp;nbsp; It was a terrifying trek back due to the strong current and because I cannot see much of the trail.&amp;nbsp; Paranoia also sets in to some as branches everywhere makes a person with an overactive imagination very apprehensive.&amp;nbsp; We spent the night on one of the rented rooms.&amp;nbsp; The next morning, we visited the sights around the falls and took pictures.&amp;nbsp; In a way, it was a nice place because it brings you closer to nature.&amp;nbsp; However, it has to be better maintained to preserve it and not be destroyed by tourists who frequent the place.&amp;nbsp; My rating? 5 in a scale of ten being a great place to visit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133723421904536696-4523270109315529419?l=joahnas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/feeds/4523270109315529419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2011/02/majayjay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/4523270109315529419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/4523270109315529419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2011/02/majayjay.html' title='Majayjay'/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11462259846611544694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRJJ7V1ljLI/AAAAAAAAAJY/hbpr2Bosit0/S220/Copy%2Bof%2Bpixx%2B307.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YyIvXTJQTK8/TV_tw0oNfVI/AAAAAAAAALE/C4c4_29tK2o/s72-c/Picture3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133723421904536696.post-7078503845732091286</id><published>2011-02-15T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T00:51:58.052+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MY TRIPS . . .'/><title type='text'>Tagaytay</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-APl5lSTvKsc/TV_yyQjEgJI/AAAAAAAAALQ/zJRqQ_hTNv0/s200/Picture6.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nZ6ZZ2fuHPw/TV_y9rCXcXI/AAAAAAAAALU/y921TrKydSM/s1600/Picture7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nZ6ZZ2fuHPw/TV_y9rCXcXI/AAAAAAAAALU/y921TrKydSM/s200/Picture7.jpg" width="132" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Being a tropical country, we often find ourselves craving for some respite from the overwhelming heat, humidity, and pollution of the city.&amp;nbsp; That is particularly why I've always liked Tagaytay.&amp;nbsp; Although I love beaches and the surf more, it is nice to visit high atop the mountains without having the tiresome trekking involving mountaineering.&amp;nbsp; The cool air you get from the high altitude, the food, the serenity, the scenery, and the partying at night makes this place very popular.&amp;nbsp; One particular day, some friends and I decided to go on an impromptu road trip.&amp;nbsp; We visited Picnic Grove to check out the zip line.&amp;nbsp; Although being a short ride, it was very exhilirating and the view was spectacular.&amp;nbsp; The rush of being strapped on the harness and taking that first step onto the slide is quite memorable.&amp;nbsp; After the slide, we took the cable car going back.&amp;nbsp; Aside from the sights, Tagaytay is famous for the exceptional food particularly the Bulalo and the mushroom burger.&amp;nbsp; Restaurants like Josephine's, Antonio's, Sonya's garden, Bag of beans, Amira, and Viewsite are among my favorites.&amp;nbsp; In addition, whenever we visit the place, we choose to chill out at Starbucks which offers a great view of Taal atop their terrace seats wherein you sip your coffee with the cold breeze while listening to jazz music...&amp;nbsp; Very relaxing indeed.&amp;nbsp; After the slide, we decided to proceed to Calaruega which has been one of the most sought after wedding venues.&amp;nbsp; It is a church atop a mountainous incline surrounded by colorful flora and fauna in an intimate and serene setting.&amp;nbsp; We also visited the church of the Pink Sisters from which the nuns wearing pink habits have dedicated ascetical lifestyles and the most angelic singing voices.&amp;nbsp; There is an altar in that church from which you could leave your written prayers and wishes and from which will be prayed over by the nuns.&amp;nbsp; When the sun has set and dusk approaches, the night life in Tagaytay comes alive.&amp;nbsp; People swarm in bars with various popular bands, others go dancing, others spend intimate moments on dinner dates, and others spend all their money in the casinos.&amp;nbsp; No doubt about it,&amp;nbsp; Tagaytay is a must see with diverse activities and entertainments.&amp;nbsp; Done with our road trip, we headed home...&amp;nbsp; Thinking about the next time we get tired of the city and come back to this great chill out haven.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133723421904536696-7078503845732091286?l=joahnas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/feeds/7078503845732091286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2011/02/tagaytay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/7078503845732091286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/7078503845732091286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2011/02/tagaytay.html' title='Tagaytay'/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11462259846611544694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRJJ7V1ljLI/AAAAAAAAAJY/hbpr2Bosit0/S220/Copy%2Bof%2Bpixx%2B307.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g_gyGMIGRPM/TV_yqF2utXI/AAAAAAAAALI/dEUhdOUpog8/s72-c/Picture10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133723421904536696.post-7677779597467029831</id><published>2011-02-13T15:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T01:00:21.351+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MY TRIPS . . .'/><title type='text'>Laiya</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SI8lz_KAODg/TV_2wXrGLJI/AAAAAAAAALw/mO-HSdk60ys/s1600/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SI8lz_KAODg/TV_2wXrGLJI/AAAAAAAAALw/mO-HSdk60ys/s320/2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NczJfGgwaAA/TV_2tbGhQ6I/AAAAAAAAALs/hQ_mnXQPVqc/s1600/3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NczJfGgwaAA/TV_2tbGhQ6I/AAAAAAAAALs/hQ_mnXQPVqc/s320/3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6vDMBZV1tNs/TV_2YyyGXNI/AAAAAAAAALk/GkXmYvPNOP4/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6vDMBZV1tNs/TV_2YyyGXNI/AAAAAAAAALk/GkXmYvPNOP4/s320/1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Okay, so my office mates and I have been planning on going away for the weekend for how many months now and nothing has come of it.&amp;nbsp; Finally, the day has come and we decided to go to Laiya Batangas because it is more accessible and only about 3-4 hours ride tops right? Wrong.&amp;nbsp; We rented a van in Ortigas to drive us straight to San Juan Batangas and from there, we could take the jeep into the resort.&amp;nbsp; It took us 5-6 hours because of heavy traffic, a god-awful jeepney driver who waited until every last ounce of space of the vehicle has been filled and who overcharged us when we asked to rent the whole jeep,&amp;nbsp; and taking another jeep that traversed into very rocky and dusty roads.&amp;nbsp; We finally arrived before sunset on Sabangan Resort.&amp;nbsp; The place itself was quite small and simple.&amp;nbsp; We had a little trouble with the accommodation because there's been a mix up with the reservations.&amp;nbsp; Thinking that I would implode any moment due to frustration, the owner finally made special arrangements and we were given the cottage with a kitchen.&amp;nbsp; It was fun mostly because of the company but I must say that I am very disappointed with the beach and resort itself.&amp;nbsp; The beach was not pure white and cluttered with fishing boats and gear.&amp;nbsp; That day, we went to the nearby market to buy supplies and food, cooked our dinner and relaxed.&amp;nbsp; We amused ourselves by playing cards, singing songs on the videoke machine and having some drinks.&amp;nbsp; I got a bit flustered because I have this weird fear of reptiles and there are tons of lizards milling about and I kept hearing the dreadful sound of "tuko!" by the trees.&amp;nbsp; It was a very unsettling night for me.&amp;nbsp; The next day, we went snorkeling and island hopping. It was great!&amp;nbsp; The water was clear with many colorful fishes.&amp;nbsp; We spent our day lolling by the beach and visiting other resorts like La Luz, which was really very beautiful and has a rather well maintained beach front.&amp;nbsp; We took our dinner that day on the nearby resort and the prices are quite affordable.&amp;nbsp; The morning after, we went to the barangay municipal hall to hire a guide and explore the mountains.&amp;nbsp; We were planning on seeing the Naambon Falls which was said to be the source of electricity of the town.&amp;nbsp; We walked for about 30 mins from the municipal hall to the foot of the mountain and it was really a very humid day.&amp;nbsp; The trek up the mountain was a bit tricky since there is no definite trail and a very narrow dirt path of which one misstep leads to a hundred foot drop.&amp;nbsp; I have slept very little, had a bit of a hangover, and have become dehydrated.&amp;nbsp; No wonder that just when we were nearing the falls, I became really dizzy and had to stop by the shade.&amp;nbsp; A few minutes more and we reached the falls.&amp;nbsp; Very thin falls I must say.&amp;nbsp; Other more experienced climbers continue on to reach the peak of Mt Daguldol.&amp;nbsp; The trek back down was trouble-free and we went back on a more sedate pace.&amp;nbsp; It was still early by the time we got back, so after eating lunch, we decided to snorkel and island hop again and see the other sights we missed the first time.&amp;nbsp; We strolled along the islands, and took pictures.&amp;nbsp; Going back to our resort, we passed by other groups having parties and bonfires.&amp;nbsp; It was an amazing weekend even with the mishaps.&amp;nbsp; You just have to pick a good resort, in this case, I must suggest La Luz.&amp;nbsp; But all in all,&amp;nbsp; Laiya is a good place for relaxation and a quick get away...&amp;nbsp; Excluding the reptiles of course.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133723421904536696-7677779597467029831?l=joahnas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/feeds/7677779597467029831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2011/02/laiya.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/7677779597467029831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/7677779597467029831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2011/02/laiya.html' title='Laiya'/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11462259846611544694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRJJ7V1ljLI/AAAAAAAAAJY/hbpr2Bosit0/S220/Copy%2Bof%2Bpixx%2B307.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SI8lz_KAODg/TV_2wXrGLJI/AAAAAAAAALw/mO-HSdk60ys/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133723421904536696.post-5183898403859733306</id><published>2011-02-13T14:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T21:39:29.267+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MY TRIPS . . .'/><title type='text'>island cove</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fJDty6T0JMo/TVd2rhqvWzI/AAAAAAAAAKs/HqZOJYPubNQ/s1600/Island+Cove+162.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fJDty6T0JMo/TVd2rhqvWzI/AAAAAAAAAKs/HqZOJYPubNQ/s200/Island+Cove+162.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5GuSEwDDwEc/TVd3-ygMLpI/AAAAAAAAAKw/eGM1HvkIaSU/s1600/IMG_0038.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5GuSEwDDwEc/TVd3-ygMLpI/AAAAAAAAAKw/eGM1HvkIaSU/s200/IMG_0038.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Looking for someplace near the metro where you can unwind, take a dip, play some billiards, see some animals, pedal around and party at night?&amp;nbsp; Well I have just the place. Island Cove in Kawit Cavite.&amp;nbsp; Living in Cavite, I've been on this resort thousands of times and never get tired of it.&amp;nbsp; As I've mentioned, there are so many things to do and this place is perfect for family gatherings, partying with friends, or plain just escaping the stressful everyday life.&amp;nbsp; There are the swimming pools, sports hall, zoo, bike rentals, ktv, bar, spa, fishing village... multitude of attractions that lure both local and foreign tourists.&amp;nbsp; There are 3 big pools that are well maintained and when you've visited the pool area, you can enter the zoo free of charge.&amp;nbsp; The zoo consists of different wild animals and occupies a vast area that the resort offers electric-operated vehicles to aid guests while sight seeing. Guests often also opt to rent bicycles to tour the zoo.&amp;nbsp; There is also the sports hall where you can play billiards, darts, bowling, or rent equipments for volleyball, tennis, basketball, table tennis..etc. For complete relaxation, there is also the superb spa and &lt;span id="search" style="visibility: visible;"&gt;masseuse treatment place &lt;/span&gt;which really does have a very soothing ambiance.&amp;nbsp; Of course for us Filipinos who just loooove singing, there is a KTV bar with very updated songs and offering the most delicious pizza and different snacks.&amp;nbsp; However, the best part for me is the fishing village composed of floating nipa huts built smack in the middle of the sea where you can eat sumptuous food. This is a sure hit especially with the foreigners who would love to eat by the sea while being given the expression of our culture through the food and Filipino singers roaming around and playing Filipino cultural songs. Prices are affordable, however, food cannot be brought in and there are appropriate corkage fees. At night, you can watch different bands perform while having drinks and enjoying the breeze.&amp;nbsp; Quite a lot to do in a day's time.&amp;nbsp; More than worth the trouble of an hour's drive from Manila don't you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133723421904536696-5183898403859733306?l=joahnas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/feeds/5183898403859733306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2011/02/island-cove.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/5183898403859733306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/5183898403859733306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2011/02/island-cove.html' title='island cove'/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11462259846611544694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRJJ7V1ljLI/AAAAAAAAAJY/hbpr2Bosit0/S220/Copy%2Bof%2Bpixx%2B307.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fJDty6T0JMo/TVd2rhqvWzI/AAAAAAAAAKs/HqZOJYPubNQ/s72-c/Island+Cove+162.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133723421904536696.post-1840578980208911756</id><published>2010-12-28T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T21:46:35.068+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MY INSIGHTS'/><title type='text'>The game of life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRjI_ZMQ9-I/AAAAAAAAAKM/0uHze8Jan-E/s1600/dice.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="155" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRjI_ZMQ9-I/AAAAAAAAAKM/0uHze8Jan-E/s200/dice.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Heart attacks, auto accidents, mounting debts, work problems...&amp;nbsp; Every conceivable kind of bad news lurks around the corner.&amp;nbsp; No wonder we find it difficult to play the game of life successfully.&amp;nbsp; Each breath we take is a gamble that we won't catch airborne viruses nor inhale dangerous fumes.&amp;nbsp; From the moment we open our eyes in the morning to the time we sleep at night, our lives are filled with danger and disappointment.&amp;nbsp; Think of life in terms of basketball :&amp;nbsp; At times, we might put too much energy on the first quarter and end up too tired to go on the next.&amp;nbsp; At other times, we feel so down and cheated that we want to just stop playing altogether.&amp;nbsp; And oftentimes, we get too aggressive we incur fouls in the early going.&amp;nbsp; The goal is to find a style and strategy in playing the game of life that keeps us in competition.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133723421904536696-1840578980208911756?l=joahnas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/feeds/1840578980208911756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2010/12/game-of-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/1840578980208911756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/1840578980208911756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2010/12/game-of-life.html' title='The game of life'/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11462259846611544694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRJJ7V1ljLI/AAAAAAAAAJY/hbpr2Bosit0/S220/Copy%2Bof%2Bpixx%2B307.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRjI_ZMQ9-I/AAAAAAAAAKM/0uHze8Jan-E/s72-c/dice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133723421904536696.post-7036619158371004239</id><published>2010-12-28T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T01:10:14.606+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MY INSIGHTS'/><title type='text'>Kill the reminisce bug</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRjIVc6laTI/AAAAAAAAAKI/zd-ySSSK6FA/s1600/bug.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRjIVc6laTI/AAAAAAAAAKI/zd-ySSSK6FA/s200/bug.jpg" width="141" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The attitude that says, "The best of times are all behind us" is demoralizing.&amp;nbsp; It only encourages us to lose interest in what is in front of us and what lays ahead.&amp;nbsp; You start to reminisce about the great past that can never be brought back and be saddened in the process.&amp;nbsp; Nothing good comes of it. When you catch yourself wishing for the "good ol times", make it a point to stop and think of something you like and appreciate about today.&amp;nbsp; Else, think of something you are looking forward to, and get motivated about it.&amp;nbsp; Nothing beats today and tomorrow...&amp;nbsp; So cherish it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133723421904536696-7036619158371004239?l=joahnas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/feeds/7036619158371004239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2010/12/kill-reminisce-bug.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/7036619158371004239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/7036619158371004239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2010/12/kill-reminisce-bug.html' title='Kill the reminisce bug'/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11462259846611544694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRJJ7V1ljLI/AAAAAAAAAJY/hbpr2Bosit0/S220/Copy%2Bof%2Bpixx%2B307.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRjIVc6laTI/AAAAAAAAAKI/zd-ySSSK6FA/s72-c/bug.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133723421904536696.post-6902084428882845828</id><published>2010-12-28T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T01:22:21.214+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MY INSIGHTS'/><title type='text'>Backbiting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRjLOL9DDRI/AAAAAAAAAKU/WoXB2clctbc/s1600/backbiting.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRjLOL9DDRI/AAAAAAAAAKU/WoXB2clctbc/s200/backbiting.jpg" width="191" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You can deny having backbitten anyone, reasoning that you always intend to let your opinion of the person be known anyway.&amp;nbsp; You may have created your own definition of backbiting, extending the borders of what is acceptable, to excuse your own behavior.&amp;nbsp; We must realize that backbiting is unforgivable.&amp;nbsp; It is the worst form of hypocrisy.&amp;nbsp; The intention to hurt another is clear.&amp;nbsp; How the object of scorn will be affected depends on the type of person he is.&amp;nbsp; He may even emerge unmarked by your ugly efforts, but you certainly won't.&amp;nbsp; You ruin you own sense of honor, trustworthiness, and credibility.&amp;nbsp; Don't do it.&amp;nbsp; Learn from the consequences of backbiting and banish your insecurities to eliminate the need to damage another's reputation.&amp;nbsp; Improve yourself and channel your energies into productive activities.&amp;nbsp; Backbiting are for people who have nothing better to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133723421904536696-6902084428882845828?l=joahnas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/feeds/6902084428882845828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2010/12/backbiting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/6902084428882845828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/6902084428882845828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2010/12/backbiting.html' title='Backbiting'/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11462259846611544694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRJJ7V1ljLI/AAAAAAAAAJY/hbpr2Bosit0/S220/Copy%2Bof%2Bpixx%2B307.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRjLOL9DDRI/AAAAAAAAAKU/WoXB2clctbc/s72-c/backbiting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133723421904536696.post-7942940541319778499</id><published>2010-12-28T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T01:18:31.653+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MY INSIGHTS'/><title type='text'>Let's count our blessings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRjKNWoDO0I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/fAqItQlapIs/s1600/hands.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRjKNWoDO0I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/fAqItQlapIs/s1600/hands.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;At the most desperate moment, when I feel that things can't get any worse, in that darkest hour of hopelessness, I take a deep breath and echo in my head what my mom always says, " count your blessings".&amp;nbsp; But how do you count your blessings when you just lost your job?&amp;nbsp; Have no money in the bank? Just lost the love of your life?&amp;nbsp; Found out your loved one is terminal?&amp;nbsp; How then could you muster the strength to count your blessings?&amp;nbsp; These are the perfect times for us to focus on the good things we have.&amp;nbsp; The pain or dilemma might not go away but it gives us a better perspective of the situation, calm our nerves, think clearly, and act on the problem.&amp;nbsp; When I feel that the world is caving in and my tears of hopelessness are just about to fall, I look at my hands, stretch my fingers, and start to count my blessings.&amp;nbsp; I can talk...&amp;nbsp; I can see...&amp;nbsp; I have a family...&amp;nbsp; I have lots of friends...&amp;nbsp; I am whole and I can cope with this minor setback.&amp;nbsp; Try it...&amp;nbsp; In your darkest hour, at the height of a most unfortunate situation, count your blessings...&amp;nbsp; and begin with your fingers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133723421904536696-7942940541319778499?l=joahnas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/feeds/7942940541319778499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2010/12/lets-count-our-blessings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/7942940541319778499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/7942940541319778499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2010/12/lets-count-our-blessings.html' title='Let&apos;s count our blessings'/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11462259846611544694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRJJ7V1ljLI/AAAAAAAAAJY/hbpr2Bosit0/S220/Copy%2Bof%2Bpixx%2B307.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRjKNWoDO0I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/fAqItQlapIs/s72-c/hands.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133723421904536696.post-2062856939960932880</id><published>2010-12-28T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T00:56:34.369+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MY INSIGHTS'/><title type='text'>Believe in yourself!</title><content type='html'>When you make a mistake, you curse yourself to the ground.&amp;nbsp; When a friend betrays you, you are crushed and completely devastated. When you are hit by a set back, you decidedly quit altogether.&amp;nbsp; And that's it.&amp;nbsp; End of the world.&amp;nbsp; But look again...&amp;nbsp; Life goes on.&amp;nbsp; One thing's for sure, the past is gone.&amp;nbsp; No one can relieve it nor get it back.&amp;nbsp; As much as the happiness and the triumphs of the past are gone, so are the failures and the pain.&amp;nbsp; All behind us.&amp;nbsp; If you will choose to dwell on the pain and insist on nursing your depression, you will waste your present and destroy all chances of building a better future.&amp;nbsp; Pain, depression, fear, anger...&amp;nbsp; These negative forces can render the most optimistic person doubtful of his strengths and capabilities.&amp;nbsp; This is where positive thinking comes in.&amp;nbsp; No amount of money, training, genetics, prayer, or persuasion can move a man to do something he thinks he can't do.&amp;nbsp; Have faith in yourself.&amp;nbsp; This is the core of what you have going for you.&amp;nbsp; Trust yourself to remain true to your feelings, steadfast in your desire to reach your goals, and determined to never settle for second best.&amp;nbsp; Believe in yourself.&amp;nbsp; So that whatever life throws at you, you can catch it with strength of spirit and you can come back wiser and more at peace with yourself.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133723421904536696-2062856939960932880?l=joahnas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/feeds/2062856939960932880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2010/12/believe-in-yourself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/2062856939960932880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/2062856939960932880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2010/12/believe-in-yourself.html' title='Believe in yourself!'/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11462259846611544694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRJJ7V1ljLI/AAAAAAAAAJY/hbpr2Bosit0/S220/Copy%2Bof%2Bpixx%2B307.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133723421904536696.post-7650040704007362497</id><published>2010-12-26T21:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T00:57:31.816+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MY POEMS . . .'/><title type='text'>imprisoned heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; 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mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;}&lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;I've watched a thousand sunsets pass&lt;br /&gt;Yet still found yearning in these eyes&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I wish for wings and fly&lt;br /&gt;I soar the darkness in the skies&lt;br /&gt;I've seen countless raindrops fall&lt;br /&gt;Looking for you all these time&lt;br /&gt;As the birds had wings to fly&lt;br /&gt;How I wish, I too, had mine&lt;br /&gt;The red sky burns my fate&lt;br /&gt;Thus, I avoid the setting sun&lt;br /&gt;In hopes that I might find you someway&lt;br /&gt;I wait for the coming dawn&lt;br /&gt;Searching the heavens for answers&lt;br /&gt;As I watch the time pass by&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for an absolution&lt;br /&gt;Of the truth amidst the lies&lt;br /&gt;Devastating lies that cut my wings&lt;br /&gt;Lies that led me into the fall&lt;br /&gt;Like angels on the verge of suicide&lt;br /&gt;Forever trapped in these burning walls..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133723421904536696-7650040704007362497?l=joahnas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/feeds/7650040704007362497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2010/12/imprisoned-heart_26.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/7650040704007362497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/7650040704007362497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2010/12/imprisoned-heart_26.html' title='imprisoned heart'/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11462259846611544694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRJJ7V1ljLI/AAAAAAAAAJY/hbpr2Bosit0/S220/Copy%2Bof%2Bpixx%2B307.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133723421904536696.post-4527700167925243114</id><published>2010-12-26T21:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T00:56:50.489+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MY POEMS . . .'/><title type='text'>still...</title><content type='html'>I fall silent into this melancholy&lt;br /&gt;Hoping an end to this misery&lt;br /&gt;As shattered pieces of you&lt;br /&gt;Is what is now left in me&lt;br /&gt;I've seen a million raindrops fall&lt;br /&gt;But the answers are so few&lt;br /&gt;I find nothing to suffice this desire&lt;br /&gt;Still haunted by memories of you&lt;br /&gt;You're beyond the reach of just a friend&lt;br /&gt;So I quench my thirst of love with pain&lt;br /&gt;And I subject myself to grief&lt;br /&gt;Just to be with you again&lt;br /&gt;I basked in your memory&lt;br /&gt;As tears fall from my eyes&lt;br /&gt;In hopes that I might find you&lt;br /&gt;I soar the darkest of skies&lt;br /&gt;I am now just a quarter&lt;br /&gt;Of what I used to be&lt;br /&gt;Yet a small part of you is all I need&lt;br /&gt;To make myself feel complete&lt;br /&gt;Now as I retire myself once more&lt;br /&gt;I hope to lay my mind in peace&lt;br /&gt;But in this coming dawn, I wake&lt;br /&gt;And I find... You're still with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133723421904536696-4527700167925243114?l=joahnas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/feeds/4527700167925243114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2010/12/still.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/4527700167925243114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/4527700167925243114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2010/12/still.html' title='still...'/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11462259846611544694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRJJ7V1ljLI/AAAAAAAAAJY/hbpr2Bosit0/S220/Copy%2Bof%2Bpixx%2B307.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133723421904536696.post-5686621303488303064</id><published>2010-12-26T21:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T00:57:31.817+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MY POEMS . . .'/><title type='text'>who I am is you</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; 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mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;}&lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Here I am... Lost...&lt;br /&gt;Feeling uninvited...&lt;br /&gt;A feeling of superfluous vulnerability&lt;br /&gt;With emotions unwanted&lt;br /&gt;Lost in a world&lt;br /&gt;Bombarded with ill intentions&lt;br /&gt;Lost in a self&lt;br /&gt;Filled with chaotic sensations&lt;br /&gt;Asking for guidance, needing strength&lt;br /&gt;Unsure of what's to come&lt;br /&gt;Asking help, needing love&lt;br /&gt;Unsure of who I am&lt;br /&gt;And you are the someone&lt;br /&gt;The someone to save me from my fall&lt;br /&gt;The one I prayed for and more&lt;br /&gt;With whom I'm ready to give my all&lt;br /&gt;Find me in my world and make me&lt;br /&gt;Teach me and never let me go&lt;br /&gt;Mold me.. and hold me&lt;br /&gt;And if there's nothing else to make me whole&lt;br /&gt;then go ahead and take me...&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead and break me...&lt;br /&gt;So that you can remake me&lt;br /&gt;Into what you think I should be&lt;br /&gt;For with you I have the chance&lt;br /&gt;With you I can be free&lt;br /&gt;Free to not be me&lt;br /&gt;But what you'd want me to be...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133723421904536696-5686621303488303064?l=joahnas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/feeds/5686621303488303064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2010/12/who-i-am-is-you_26.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/5686621303488303064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/5686621303488303064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2010/12/who-i-am-is-you_26.html' title='who I am is you'/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11462259846611544694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRJJ7V1ljLI/AAAAAAAAAJY/hbpr2Bosit0/S220/Copy%2Bof%2Bpixx%2B307.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133723421904536696.post-5498344159363931050</id><published>2010-12-26T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T01:23:33.660+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MY POEMS . . .'/><title type='text'>Rain</title><content type='html'>We were sitting by the window pane&lt;br /&gt;And I know...&amp;nbsp; It will never be the same again&lt;br /&gt;He looked out, at the skies above&lt;br /&gt;Then he looked at me, whispered softly,&lt;br /&gt;"It looks like rain"&lt;br /&gt;I turned so he won't see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tears fall from my face&lt;br /&gt;I tell myself it's not meant to be&lt;br /&gt;It's time to cut the chase&lt;br /&gt;As drop by drop, the water splatters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drumming on the roof, unto the gutters&lt;br /&gt;He quietly hummed their song&lt;br /&gt;In the rhythm of the rain, he droned on and on...&lt;br /&gt;I struggled to shut out the sound&lt;br /&gt;To shut out the feelings inside&lt;br /&gt;The love, only in him I found&lt;br /&gt;Washed away by the rain... carried by the tide&lt;br /&gt;He reaches for the guitar at his feet&lt;br /&gt;Slowly strumming, he murmurs her name&lt;br /&gt;He smiles as each note meets&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing with each strum, my soul cries in pain&lt;br /&gt;The time has come, the time I most fear&lt;br /&gt;And I tried to smile, in vain&lt;br /&gt;I whispered softly so he doesn't hear...&lt;br /&gt;"yes, it feels like rain".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133723421904536696-5498344159363931050?l=joahnas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/feeds/5498344159363931050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2010/12/rain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/5498344159363931050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/5498344159363931050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2010/12/rain.html' title='Rain'/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11462259846611544694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRJJ7V1ljLI/AAAAAAAAAJY/hbpr2Bosit0/S220/Copy%2Bof%2Bpixx%2B307.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133723421904536696.post-4336534280695322943</id><published>2010-12-26T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T00:57:31.818+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MY POEMS . . .'/><title type='text'>you won't send me roses</title><content type='html'>You won't send me roses&lt;br /&gt;Nor remember which dress I wore&lt;br /&gt;You loathe hugs and caresses&lt;br /&gt;You won't even hold open the door&lt;br /&gt;Lacking a romantic soul&lt;br /&gt;Your mind is much too in control&lt;br /&gt;You've a fast -paced life and temper's cross&lt;br /&gt;And with romantic words..&amp;nbsp; you're at a loss&lt;br /&gt;People tried to warn me, now their warnings I heed&lt;br /&gt;For now I know, with you, forgetting birthdays is guaranteed&lt;br /&gt;In you I could find things like guts and nerve&lt;br /&gt;But not the kind of things that I deserve&lt;br /&gt;A true song with real melody&lt;br /&gt;Someone who shows how he really loves me&lt;br /&gt;You always tell me you need the time...&amp;nbsp; need the energy&lt;br /&gt;To be that person you've always dreamed to be&lt;br /&gt;And I know it's not your fault, for with you it's inbred&lt;br /&gt;So I just have to be strong, and must keep my head.&lt;br /&gt;And if you should love me, please let me be the last to know&lt;br /&gt;For I might settle for less...&amp;nbsp; For the care you can barely show&lt;br /&gt;And while there's still a fighting chance,&lt;br /&gt;I must turn around and go.&lt;br /&gt;For you won't send me roses..&lt;br /&gt;... and roses suit me so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133723421904536696-4336534280695322943?l=joahnas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRJJ7V1ljLI/AAAAAAAAAJY/hbpr2Bosit0/S220/Copy%2Bof%2Bpixx%2B307.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133723421904536696.post-1945312799363629777</id><published>2010-12-26T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T00:57:31.818+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MY POEMS . . .'/><title type='text'>Mask</title><content type='html'>I have this mask that I wear daily&lt;br /&gt;Which protects me from the world, and protects me from me&lt;br /&gt;Behind it I hide, what I really feel&lt;br /&gt;Behind a picture of sunshine, was the shadow of what's real&lt;br /&gt;I seem to lose my sanity&lt;br /&gt;Oh mask.. mask..&amp;nbsp; I am tired and weary&lt;br /&gt;Weary of hiding fears and weaknesses&lt;br /&gt;with an illusion, a face of happiness&lt;br /&gt;With a world of lies and deceit&lt;br /&gt;The golden world which surrounds me&lt;br /&gt;Putting up the twinkling eyes and brilliant smile&lt;br /&gt;Though deep inside, a soul that cries&lt;br /&gt;A thousand questions fill my mind&lt;br /&gt;Countless answers I search to find&lt;br /&gt;Would this hiding last forever?&lt;br /&gt;Is this life, or is there something better?&lt;br /&gt;How long will this darkness last?&lt;br /&gt;How long must I wear this mask?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133723421904536696-1945312799363629777?l=joahnas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/feeds/1945312799363629777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2010/12/mask.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/1945312799363629777'/><link 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/&gt;Nang sa gayo'y sa iyo'y mapadama&lt;br /&gt;Masisidhing damdaming aking nadarama&lt;br /&gt;Sinubukan ko ang pagkanta&lt;br /&gt;Upang sa aki'y mapalapit ka&lt;br /&gt;Ngunit wari'y sintunado, wala sa tono&lt;br /&gt;Kaya't sa halip na mapamahal&lt;br /&gt;Heto ako't bigo sa pagibig mo&lt;br /&gt;Sa anong paraan kaya maaaring iparating&lt;br /&gt;Ang aking kalooban at aking pagtingin&lt;br /&gt;Kapag sinayawan kaya'y iyong pansinin?&lt;br /&gt;Mahalin mo kaya kung sarili'y baguhin?&lt;br /&gt;Ngunit paano ko ito maipararating sayo&lt;br /&gt;KUng tuwing nakikita ka'y napipipi at nabobobo?&lt;br /&gt;Natutulala sa iyong mga ngiti&lt;br /&gt;Mga salitang sasabihi'y naiiwan saking mga labi&lt;br /&gt;Higit pang pinahirap ng aking pagiging binibini&lt;br /&gt;Dahilan kaya't damdami'y di masabi sabi&lt;br /&gt;Kinakailangan bang ika'y aking hintayin pa&lt;br /&gt;Na kusang lumapit at magtapat ng pagsinta?&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ako marunong sumayaw at kumanta&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ako marunong bumuo ng tula&lt;br /&gt;Ngunit pagibig ko'y tunay, buo, at nagiisa&lt;br /&gt;Sana'y malaman mo, ikaw lamang, wala nang iba pa...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133723421904536696-5827688664378140620?l=joahnas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/feeds/5827688664378140620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2010/12/tula-para-sa-iyo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/5827688664378140620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/5827688664378140620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2010/12/tula-para-sa-iyo.html' title='Tula para sa iyo'/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11462259846611544694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRJJ7V1ljLI/AAAAAAAAAJY/hbpr2Bosit0/S220/Copy%2Bof%2Bpixx%2B307.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133723421904536696.post-8095320958113098569</id><published>2010-12-26T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T00:57:31.819+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MY POEMS . . .'/><title type='text'>if you don't love me</title><content type='html'>With dreams dreamt by fools&lt;br /&gt;I am caught up in yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Reality and fantasy&lt;br /&gt;These memories from far away&lt;br /&gt;A mind littered with broken dreams&lt;br /&gt;And the madness of having you&lt;br /&gt;A heart filled with wishes&lt;br /&gt;That never quite came true&lt;br /&gt;I detest myself for being weak&lt;br /&gt;Cursing fate for being unkind&lt;br /&gt;For you being so near&lt;br /&gt;Knowing you can't ever be mine&lt;br /&gt;But when I feel the emptiness&lt;br /&gt;And when all my hopes are dying&lt;br /&gt;Again, I would think of you&lt;br /&gt;And my love would keep me trying&lt;br /&gt;But I've done all I could&lt;br /&gt;And everything I thought I couldn't&lt;br /&gt;I am the measure of fools&lt;br /&gt;Hoping for things I know I shouldn't&lt;br /&gt;I hoped that someday you'd feel the same&lt;br /&gt;Even if for now you just won't&lt;br /&gt;But you just can't teach your heart to love me&lt;br /&gt;Because you can't...&amp;nbsp; if you really don't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133723421904536696-8095320958113098569?l=joahnas.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRJJ7V1ljLI/AAAAAAAAAJY/hbpr2Bosit0/S220/Copy%2Bof%2Bpixx%2B307.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133723421904536696.post-4671747348779662148</id><published>2010-12-26T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T01:24:31.086+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MY POEMS . . .'/><title type='text'>After all</title><content type='html'>With him moving on&lt;br /&gt;With him, being okay&lt;br /&gt;I have given him my all&lt;br /&gt;But still the one who's left to pay&lt;br /&gt;How many times have I said&lt;br /&gt;That soon I'd give this up&lt;br /&gt;How many questions have I asked&lt;br /&gt;With answers, that I should stop&lt;br /&gt;How much more can I take&lt;br /&gt;Before I can say I've had enough&lt;br /&gt;How much pain must I endure&lt;br /&gt;To break this facade of being tough&lt;br /&gt;Why don't I get tired&lt;br /&gt;Of acting unaffected&lt;br /&gt;How long must I deny&lt;br /&gt;A dream that already ended?&lt;br /&gt;Can I ever accept&lt;br /&gt;That he was the one who gave me up&lt;br /&gt;When will I ever forget&lt;br /&gt;That for him...&amp;nbsp; I wasn't enough?&lt;br /&gt;And why is it that after all the tears&lt;br /&gt;And the pain he'd made me see&lt;br /&gt;After all these time&lt;br /&gt;Till now, he still has all of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133723421904536696-4671747348779662148?l=joahnas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/feeds/4671747348779662148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2010/12/after-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/4671747348779662148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/4671747348779662148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2010/12/after-all.html' title='After all'/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11462259846611544694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRJJ7V1ljLI/AAAAAAAAAJY/hbpr2Bosit0/S220/Copy%2Bof%2Bpixx%2B307.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133723421904536696.post-8911652555625294164</id><published>2010-12-26T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T00:57:31.820+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MY POEMS . . .'/><title type='text'>Too much</title><content type='html'>I was there to have fun&lt;br /&gt;But then I saw you&lt;br /&gt;You were something I didn't plan&lt;br /&gt;A longing I never knew&lt;br /&gt;Days passed&lt;br /&gt;And this feeling grew&lt;br /&gt;I became restless&lt;br /&gt;Wishing for even a small part of you&lt;br /&gt;I vowed never again to fall&lt;br /&gt;But with you I'm at my weakest&lt;br /&gt;Content with even a little glance&lt;br /&gt;Would even have settled for less&lt;br /&gt;You're so near, yet so far&lt;br /&gt;For when I stretch my arms I could almost reach you&lt;br /&gt;But you don't even know I exist&lt;br /&gt;Don't even know I'm here loving you&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm fooling myself&lt;br /&gt;Know you're just a dream, a wish, a prayer&lt;br /&gt;And that only when I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Could you be with me forever&lt;br /&gt;And now it hurts so much to see&lt;br /&gt;How you're happy with your life without me there&lt;br /&gt;And in your eyes I see my longing&lt;br /&gt;But it's a longing you feel for her&lt;br /&gt;And no matter what she lacks&lt;br /&gt;The million things she might not have&lt;br /&gt;I'd still give everything just to be her&lt;br /&gt;Because she's the one who has your love&lt;br /&gt;And I have to be content&lt;br /&gt;Even if only from afar do I watch&lt;br /&gt;And I have to be okay in loving you&lt;br /&gt;Even if it's a little bit too much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133723421904536696-8911652555625294164?l=joahnas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/feeds/8911652555625294164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2010/12/too-much.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/8911652555625294164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/8911652555625294164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2010/12/too-much.html' title='Too much'/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11462259846611544694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRJJ7V1ljLI/AAAAAAAAAJY/hbpr2Bosit0/S220/Copy%2Bof%2Bpixx%2B307.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133723421904536696.post-7336891300739682351</id><published>2010-12-26T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T01:26:34.268+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MY POEMS . . .'/><title type='text'>Faith in you</title><content type='html'>My heart tells me&lt;br /&gt;For you, I could give all&lt;br /&gt;But my mind whispers&lt;br /&gt;I'm not ready for the fall&lt;br /&gt;But I can't help myself&lt;br /&gt;I kept giving more&lt;br /&gt;Though knowing I can't make it through&lt;br /&gt;If again I go through what I did before&lt;br /&gt;What is it in you?&lt;br /&gt;That I'm willing to take this chance&lt;br /&gt;Willing to look past shadows&lt;br /&gt;And burning walls askance&lt;br /&gt;Help me to feel again&lt;br /&gt;Remove this callousness left untended&lt;br /&gt;Take away the fears&lt;br /&gt;Of a soul that never mended&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't see the future&lt;br /&gt;I do not know what's on your mind&lt;br /&gt;I do not have the answers&lt;br /&gt;I do not know what I would find&lt;br /&gt;So I leave it all to fate&lt;br /&gt;And hope it wouldn't let us part&lt;br /&gt;And now it's all up to you&lt;br /&gt;Please take care of my heart...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133723421904536696-7336891300739682351?l=joahnas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/feeds/7336891300739682351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2010/12/faith-in-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/7336891300739682351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/7336891300739682351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2010/12/faith-in-you.html' title='Faith in you'/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11462259846611544694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRJJ7V1ljLI/AAAAAAAAAJY/hbpr2Bosit0/S220/Copy%2Bof%2Bpixx%2B307.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133723421904536696.post-8956269405262004081</id><published>2010-12-26T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T00:57:31.821+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MY POEMS . . .'/><title type='text'>Life's questions</title><content type='html'>They say love takes time&lt;br /&gt;But who could ever say?&lt;br /&gt;Who are we to know&lt;br /&gt;For love moves in its own way&lt;br /&gt;We love, we get hurt&lt;br /&gt;Then we are never the same&lt;br /&gt;And we wonder, is there really love?&lt;br /&gt;Or is it all a twisted game?&lt;br /&gt;We ask a million questions&lt;br /&gt;But never seem to get an answer&lt;br /&gt;We wait a lifetime for that someone&lt;br /&gt;But is that someone really there?&lt;br /&gt;Only few remain to hope&lt;br /&gt;And only few would still believe&lt;br /&gt;Most of us received our wounds&lt;br /&gt;But few are left with love to give&lt;br /&gt;We are taught that these are tests&lt;br /&gt;The trials to make us tough&lt;br /&gt;But is there ever an end&lt;br /&gt;Who's there to say we've had enough?&lt;br /&gt;We know we would only lose&lt;br /&gt;But it's easier to succumb to bitterness&lt;br /&gt;For how could we find the strength to fight&lt;br /&gt;If in every loss...&amp;nbsp; we love ourselves less?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133723421904536696-8956269405262004081?l=joahnas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/feeds/8956269405262004081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2010/12/lifes-questions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/8956269405262004081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/8956269405262004081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2010/12/lifes-questions.html' title='Life&apos;s questions'/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11462259846611544694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRJJ7V1ljLI/AAAAAAAAAJY/hbpr2Bosit0/S220/Copy%2Bof%2Bpixx%2B307.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133723421904536696.post-1351991973031315974</id><published>2010-12-26T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T00:57:31.821+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MY POEMS . . .'/><title type='text'>I'm sorry</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry I can't love you&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I can't care&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry if I don't miss you&lt;br /&gt;Even when you're not there&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry to forget easily&lt;br /&gt;The things that we have shared&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry not to think about&lt;br /&gt;The things you do or how you fared&lt;br /&gt;I know you tried to reach me&lt;br /&gt;And tried to make me care&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I didn't have that part of me&lt;br /&gt;For you that I could share&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry if I'm happy&lt;br /&gt;And in not knowing that you cried&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry if I couldn't see&lt;br /&gt;The pain you suffer and tears you hide&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I chose the other&lt;br /&gt;The one with the perfect smile&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't give you a moment&lt;br /&gt;Nor notice you even awhile&lt;br /&gt;These are words I wish you'd utter&lt;br /&gt;The reality I wish weren't true&lt;br /&gt;The truth that left me knowing&lt;br /&gt;That I could never be for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133723421904536696-1351991973031315974?l=joahnas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/feeds/1351991973031315974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2010/12/im-sorry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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lang</title><content type='html'>Nakakabaliw!&lt;br /&gt;Nakakainis!&lt;br /&gt;Putangina .. ang sakit sakit!&lt;br /&gt;Nakakaulul!&lt;br /&gt;Nakakapagod!&lt;br /&gt;Pait sa dibdib umaanod&lt;br /&gt;Kailan matatapos&lt;br /&gt;Kailan ang wakas&lt;br /&gt;Ilang gabi pa ba?&lt;br /&gt;Ilan pang bukas?&lt;br /&gt;Itinapon na nga&lt;br /&gt;Lahat ng iyong ala ala&lt;br /&gt;Ngunit sa puso nandoon ka&lt;br /&gt;Pati yun ba'y itatapon na?&lt;br /&gt;Sinubukang kumawala&lt;br /&gt;Sinubukan sa iba&lt;br /&gt;Ngunit lahat sa kanila&lt;br /&gt;Ikaw pa rin ang nakikita&lt;br /&gt;Kaya't kahit mukhang tanga&lt;br /&gt;Anu mang sabihin ng iba&lt;br /&gt;Kahit gaano katagal&lt;br /&gt;Heto pa rin ako't umaasa&lt;br /&gt;Na may iba ka mang mahal&lt;br /&gt;Sana'y kahit kaunti&lt;br /&gt;Puso mo'y ipahiram sakin&lt;br /&gt;Ng kahit sandali.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133723421904536696-6371306039853770332?l=joahnas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/feeds/6371306039853770332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2010/12/saglit-lang.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/6371306039853770332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/6371306039853770332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2010/12/saglit-lang.html' title='saglit lang'/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11462259846611544694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRJJ7V1ljLI/AAAAAAAAAJY/hbpr2Bosit0/S220/Copy%2Bof%2Bpixx%2B307.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133723421904536696.post-1258569059286364738</id><published>2010-12-26T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T00:57:31.822+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MY POEMS . . .'/><title type='text'>emoterang frog</title><content type='html'>Bakit ganoon&lt;br /&gt;Noo'y hindi ko nadarama&lt;br /&gt;Noo'y kaibigan lamang&lt;br /&gt;Noo'y hindi ko nakikita&lt;br /&gt;Noo'y masaya pa&lt;br /&gt;Ngunit bakit biglang naiba?&lt;br /&gt;At ngayon pag ika'y nakikitang kasama siya&lt;br /&gt;Ang saya'y may poot na kasama&lt;br /&gt;Alam kong hindi magtatagal&lt;br /&gt;Ang pagsasamahang kinaiingatan&lt;br /&gt;Pagka't tayo'y di para sa isa't isa&lt;br /&gt;Nalalapit ang panahon, ako'y iyo ring iiwan&lt;br /&gt;Pinipigilan ang damdamin&lt;br /&gt;Pinipigilan ang puso&lt;br /&gt;Pagtatapat ng pagibig di mo kailanman madidinig&lt;br /&gt;Pagka't alam kong ako'y di para sa iyo&lt;br /&gt;Handa mang ibigay ang lahat&lt;br /&gt;Hinding hindi pa rin mapapantayan&lt;br /&gt;Ang iyong mga hinahanap&lt;br /&gt;Na sa kanya lamang natagpuan&lt;br /&gt;Kaya't tahimik na lamang na magmamahal&lt;br /&gt;Sa malayo na lamang magmamasid&lt;br /&gt;Itatago na lamang ang mga luha&lt;br /&gt;At sasarilihin ang pagibig.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133723421904536696-1258569059286364738?l=joahnas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/feeds/1258569059286364738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2010/12/emoterang-frog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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.'/><title type='text'>How do you know if it's real?</title><content type='html'>Are the tears I cry&lt;br /&gt;Not tears of pain?&lt;br /&gt;Are they only to hide&lt;br /&gt;My fear and shame?&lt;br /&gt;Was it just a trick of fate&lt;br /&gt;Is loving just a lie?&lt;br /&gt;Was the yearning I felt&lt;br /&gt;Just a fruit of my pride?&lt;br /&gt;Was it just a moment&lt;br /&gt;Or a lifetime that passed by&lt;br /&gt;Does real love have questions?&lt;br /&gt;Does real love ask why?&lt;br /&gt;Was it just desperation&lt;br /&gt;That caused my death inside?&lt;br /&gt;Or can it be the real love&lt;br /&gt;The same love that you denied&lt;br /&gt;But I can't accept it to be real&lt;br /&gt;For in being so, it would mean&lt;br /&gt;It is as it was before&lt;br /&gt;And I'm the failure I've always been&lt;br /&gt;But whatever it was&lt;br /&gt;Your memories would always remain&lt;br /&gt;And in my mind, it brings me happiness&lt;br /&gt;Unsure if I'd ever have again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133723421904536696-8490408674686673475?l=joahnas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/feeds/8490408674686673475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2010/12/how-do-you-know-if-its-real.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/8490408674686673475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/8490408674686673475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2010/12/how-do-you-know-if-its-real.html' title='How do you know if it&apos;s real?'/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11462259846611544694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRJJ7V1ljLI/AAAAAAAAAJY/hbpr2Bosit0/S220/Copy%2Bof%2Bpixx%2B307.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133723421904536696.post-7663137176980086930</id><published>2010-12-26T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T00:57:31.823+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MY POEMS . . .'/><title type='text'>Lost</title><content type='html'>I saw him pass by&lt;br /&gt;As every eyes turned his way&lt;br /&gt;Everybody heaved a sigh&lt;br /&gt;And we all watched him walk away&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I'd feel it&lt;br /&gt;I thought it's just a game&lt;br /&gt;A little time was all it took&lt;br /&gt;And then I was never the same&lt;br /&gt;Although I know I'm a coward&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to love's games&lt;br /&gt;I gathered all my courage&lt;br /&gt;Just to make him feel the same&lt;br /&gt;He did everything right&lt;br /&gt;He made everything good&lt;br /&gt;I felt what I thought I won't again&lt;br /&gt;Coz he treated me like he never should&lt;br /&gt;But never did I know&lt;br /&gt;I fueled his friends' laughter&lt;br /&gt;I was only a joke&lt;br /&gt;A jest that never mattered&lt;br /&gt;He never said goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Never even saw me cry&lt;br /&gt;I searched for answers...&amp;nbsp; I asked why&lt;br /&gt;For when he left, something inside me died&lt;br /&gt;I wish he would insult me...&amp;nbsp; physically hurt me&lt;br /&gt;Anything to stop this longing&lt;br /&gt;I need to hear he doesn't love me...&amp;nbsp; abhors me.&lt;br /&gt;To help me stop pretending&lt;br /&gt;But as I look at him now&lt;br /&gt;I know it is what it seemed&lt;br /&gt;He never cared for me...&amp;nbsp; never would&lt;br /&gt;And he'll forever be a dream&lt;br /&gt;So I tell my friends I'm okay&lt;br /&gt;And fought to save my pride&lt;br /&gt;Pasted on my smile&lt;br /&gt;And made a mask from which I hide&lt;br /&gt;And fervently, I pray to God&lt;br /&gt;To let me let him go&lt;br /&gt;Tried to summon my darkest feelings&lt;br /&gt;But I could never hate him, I know&lt;br /&gt;And as time passed, I found myself again&lt;br /&gt;But his memory I've never forgotten&lt;br /&gt;And despite my pain, I know I'd still choose&lt;br /&gt;To be lost with him again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133723421904536696-7663137176980086930?l=joahnas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/feeds/7663137176980086930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2010/12/lost.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/7663137176980086930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/7663137176980086930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2010/12/lost.html' title='Lost'/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11462259846611544694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRJJ7V1ljLI/AAAAAAAAAJY/hbpr2Bosit0/S220/Copy%2Bof%2Bpixx%2B307.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133723421904536696.post-4769101111431834207</id><published>2010-12-26T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T01:34:07.055+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MY POEMS . . .'/><title type='text'>Ang Langgam</title><content type='html'>Naisip mo na ba&lt;br /&gt;Kung paano ang buhay langgam?&lt;br /&gt;Maghapong nagtratrabaho&lt;br /&gt;Buhat dito, kayod diyan&lt;br /&gt;Ubod ng bigat man ang pasanin&lt;br /&gt;Hala sige, kayod pa rin&lt;br /&gt;Umaasang sa tag ulan&lt;br /&gt;Sila ay may kakanin&lt;br /&gt;Bagama't bulag&lt;br /&gt;At di nakikita ang daan&lt;br /&gt;Talunan man at munti&lt;br /&gt;Patuloy pa rin ang paglaban&lt;br /&gt;Hindi napapansin&lt;br /&gt;Pagkat iisa ang kaanyuan&lt;br /&gt;Nagsisilbi sa reyna&lt;br /&gt;Na wala rin namang pakialam&lt;br /&gt;Inaapakan, pinipipi&lt;br /&gt;Pinipitik sating damit&lt;br /&gt;Ngunit buhay pa rin, kayod muli&lt;br /&gt;Hinaharap ang buhay na pasakit&lt;br /&gt;Kaya't pag langgam ay iyong nakita&lt;br /&gt;Sana sila'y bigyang pansin&lt;br /&gt;Pagkat ako'y tulad nila&lt;br /&gt;... Isang langgam sayong paningin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133723421904536696-4769101111431834207?l=joahnas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/feeds/4769101111431834207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2010/12/ang-langgam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/4769101111431834207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/4769101111431834207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2010/12/ang-langgam.html' title='Ang Langgam'/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11462259846611544694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRJJ7V1ljLI/AAAAAAAAAJY/hbpr2Bosit0/S220/Copy%2Bof%2Bpixx%2B307.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133723421904536696.post-4643463613442985221</id><published>2010-12-26T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T00:57:31.824+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MY POEMS . . .'/><title type='text'>the unloved</title><content type='html'>As I remember old times&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could pretend &lt;br /&gt;To be that carefree someone&lt;br /&gt;And have that innocence again&lt;br /&gt;But my heart and eyes were opened&lt;br /&gt;And I can never go back&lt;br /&gt;I must face the painful trials&lt;br /&gt;And fight to keep myself intact&lt;br /&gt;Yet it gets harder and harder to fight&lt;br /&gt;My demons that lie within&lt;br /&gt;Fighting for them, fighting for love&lt;br /&gt;Knowing I won't ever win&lt;br /&gt;There is always the shame&lt;br /&gt;There is always the fear&lt;br /&gt;There is always my voice&lt;br /&gt;That no one ever hears&lt;br /&gt;Why isn't there someone&lt;br /&gt;To hold me when I cry?&lt;br /&gt;Why is there no one&lt;br /&gt;To protect me from the night?&lt;br /&gt;Would this lonely solitude&lt;br /&gt;Remain forever the same&lt;br /&gt;Won't the sun ever shine&lt;br /&gt;Always the coldness, always the rain?&lt;br /&gt;I always ask myself, "why am I lonely?"&lt;br /&gt;Though I have the world and I am free&lt;br /&gt;Is it because I don't love myself enough?&lt;br /&gt;Or just because I'm the only one who does?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133723421904536696-4643463613442985221?l=joahnas.blogspot.com' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRJJ7V1ljLI/AAAAAAAAAJY/hbpr2Bosit0/S220/Copy%2Bof%2Bpixx%2B307.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133723421904536696.post-4646524160592749651</id><published>2010-12-26T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T00:58:19.508+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MY POEMS . . .'/><title type='text'>is it you?</title><content type='html'>Here I am again &lt;br /&gt;At the brink of love&lt;br /&gt;Fearing the unknown&lt;br /&gt;The magic that rules the heart&lt;br /&gt;Tell me stranger&lt;br /&gt;Is it love we'll find&lt;br /&gt;Is this need in our hearts&lt;br /&gt;Or just in our minds?&lt;br /&gt;You know I'm yours for the asking&lt;br /&gt;If you're asking for true love&lt;br /&gt;Although there's one thing I ask of you&lt;br /&gt;Please, this time, don't break my heart&lt;br /&gt;Hoping you'll understand&lt;br /&gt;How it grows stronger..  more and more&lt;br /&gt;So many things I ache to say&lt;br /&gt;So please don't close your doors&lt;br /&gt;I've kept my dreams of you and me&lt;br /&gt;Kept my feelings deep inside&lt;br /&gt;Although afraid, I pray&lt;br /&gt;That you could see it in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;To my heart and my soul&lt;br /&gt;I'll give you the key&lt;br /&gt;I can give you my all&lt;br /&gt;Just please...  don't let go of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133723421904536696-4646524160592749651?l=joahnas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/feeds/4646524160592749651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2010/12/is-it-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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more</title><content type='html'>Deep in your eyes there's a promise&lt;br /&gt;I am yours and you are mine&lt;br /&gt;Yet something inside me kept saying&lt;br /&gt;Don't trust your heart this time&lt;br /&gt;I have found my way to find you&lt;br /&gt;And still, something's very wrong&lt;br /&gt;I'm so afraid to take a chance again&lt;br /&gt;That I can't just go along&lt;br /&gt;Am I so betrayed&lt;br /&gt;That my heart can never be the same?&lt;br /&gt;I've run from love so long&lt;br /&gt;Could my mind be playing games?&lt;br /&gt;Help me look past these shadows in my mind&lt;br /&gt;So it's the truth that I could see&lt;br /&gt;Let me feel what it's like to feel again&lt;br /&gt;And break these callouses off of me&lt;br /&gt;We're worlds apart, we're not the same&lt;br /&gt;And you play the game, I know&lt;br /&gt;That it scares me to let my feelings show&lt;br /&gt;And so afraid to let it grow&lt;br /&gt;Yet I haven't the choice&lt;br /&gt;I must keep my feelings strong&lt;br /&gt;That I may, in some way&lt;br /&gt;Someday find your song&lt;br /&gt;I can't find my way out&lt;br /&gt;Fearing it'll be as before&lt;br /&gt;And yet somehow, I've learned to accept&lt;br /&gt;That I was made.. to love you more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133723421904536696-4687309338761584958?l=joahnas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/feeds/4687309338761584958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-love-you-more.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/4687309338761584958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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goodbye&lt;br /&gt;As the shadow of the night fills the sky&lt;br /&gt;You held my hand...&lt;br /&gt;I watched the beauty of your face&lt;br /&gt;Emanating strong masculinity&lt;br /&gt;Of quiet strength&lt;br /&gt;And childish vulnerability&lt;br /&gt;Locked in nostalgia&lt;br /&gt;Of times spent together&lt;br /&gt;Good times.. cherished moments&lt;br /&gt;Of shared tears and laughter&lt;br /&gt;Picking me up&lt;br /&gt;When I fall down and cry&lt;br /&gt;Making me smile&lt;br /&gt;When everyone bids goodbye&lt;br /&gt;You held my hand then&lt;br /&gt;As you do now&lt;br /&gt;Sharing me your love&lt;br /&gt;Giving me your vow&lt;br /&gt;Your promise of friendship &lt;br /&gt;OF forever... together&lt;br /&gt;Your promise of trust &lt;br /&gt;Of leaving me never&lt;br /&gt;I see you now&lt;br /&gt;As I saw you then&lt;br /&gt;My only truth &lt;br /&gt;My only strength&lt;br /&gt;My only love&lt;br /&gt;My dearest friend&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, she called your name&lt;br /&gt;And we both know soon, it wouldn't be the same&lt;br /&gt;Reluctantly, you turned her way&lt;br /&gt;And I desperately wanted you to stay&lt;br /&gt;I watched you walk away&lt;br /&gt;Filled with pain...  full of hurt&lt;br /&gt;I whispered softly, " I love you".&lt;br /&gt;If only you had heard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133723421904536696-7307071623753258046?l=joahnas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/feeds/7307071623753258046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2010/12/for-you-my-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/7307071623753258046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Would he wish for me too?&lt;br /&gt;If there really are miracles&lt;br /&gt;Would my prayers be heard?&lt;br /&gt;If there's magic in the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;Would he know that I cared?&lt;br /&gt;If I could see the future&lt;br /&gt;Would I see that we're meant to be?&lt;br /&gt;If I could hold the stars&lt;br /&gt;Would he look? Would he see me?&lt;br /&gt;If I see a rainbow&lt;br /&gt;And I follow its bend&lt;br /&gt;Would I see gold?&lt;br /&gt;Would I find him in its end?&lt;br /&gt;If I'd believe in paradise&lt;br /&gt;Would he be here forever?&lt;br /&gt;If I would learn to hope&lt;br /&gt;Would we someday be together?&lt;br /&gt;And if by chance I could be perfect&lt;br /&gt;Would I finally see?&lt;br /&gt;If he'd love me enough&lt;br /&gt;If he'd leave her for me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133723421904536696-2983734108064968348?l=joahnas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/feeds/2983734108064968348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2010/12/if.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>In secret we met&lt;br /&gt;In silence I grieve&lt;br /&gt;Your whispered goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Like a knell in my ear&lt;br /&gt;Thy cheeks went cold&lt;br /&gt;And paler thine skin&lt;br /&gt;That hour foretold&lt;br /&gt;Both hearts sorrowful...  saturnine.&lt;br /&gt;Two people parted&lt;br /&gt;Filled with guilt, full of tears&lt;br /&gt;With hearts both haunted&lt;br /&gt;Compelled to part for years&lt;br /&gt;Both vows barely broken&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, I heard thy name&lt;br /&gt;Our two broken souls met again&lt;br /&gt;Both sharing in our shame&lt;br /&gt;They know not I know thee&lt;br /&gt;Know thee too well&lt;br /&gt;Long, long, shall I love thee&lt;br /&gt;Too deeply to tell&lt;br /&gt;Hearts longing for the other&lt;br /&gt;Must not love, destined to sever&lt;br /&gt;Both hearts promised to others&lt;br /&gt;Bound in our vows forever&lt;br /&gt;For if thou were half a man&lt;br /&gt;And if my essence I lack&lt;br /&gt;We would have freely loved&lt;br /&gt;And beckoned the other back&lt;br /&gt;A love so true and pure&lt;br /&gt;But could never be&lt;br /&gt;A love to hold in our hearts&lt;br /&gt;To cherish in our memory&lt;br /&gt;And if ever I should meet again&lt;br /&gt;After long, long years&lt;br /&gt;How must I greet thee?&lt;br /&gt;In silence and with tears.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133723421904536696-7929727879566782205?l=joahnas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/feeds/7929727879566782205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2010/12/forbidden-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/7929727879566782205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/7929727879566782205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2010/12/forbidden-love.html' title='forbidden love'/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11462259846611544694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRJJ7V1ljLI/AAAAAAAAAJY/hbpr2Bosit0/S220/Copy%2Bof%2Bpixx%2B307.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133723421904536696.post-1675897083931924427</id><published>2010-12-26T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T00:58:19.510+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MY POEMS . . .'/><title type='text'>it's tough being me</title><content type='html'>It's tough to be me, no one really knows&lt;br /&gt;What it's really like, this is how it goes&lt;br /&gt;Waking up every morning&lt;br /&gt;Staring into this face&lt;br /&gt;Telling myself I'm a winner&lt;br /&gt;All the while feeling disgrace&lt;br /&gt;You get up because you must&lt;br /&gt;And dress up to face a world&lt;br /&gt;A world full of vultures&lt;br /&gt;A world so big your efforts' blurred&lt;br /&gt;A world where love rules everything&lt;br /&gt;But which only the beauties could win&lt;br /&gt;And in all these, if you don't fit in&lt;br /&gt;You become butts of jokes and words obscene&lt;br /&gt;You would try your best&lt;br /&gt;And you would give your all&lt;br /&gt;But in the end you'd still lose&lt;br /&gt;And another would have it all&lt;br /&gt;All these times I get so low&lt;br /&gt;When I think of this world that I am in&lt;br /&gt;But then I realize, it really isn't so bad&lt;br /&gt;If I think how my life has been&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder&lt;br /&gt;Where to go and who to talk to&lt;br /&gt;I would feel lost&lt;br /&gt;And wouldn't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;And then I would think,&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not the only one with troubles to deal with"&lt;br /&gt;To hell with everybody&lt;br /&gt;I still have so much to do and give&lt;br /&gt;It's tough to be me, sometimes life's not fair&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'd wish for somewhere to go&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes I'd wish for someone to care&lt;br /&gt;But though it's tough being me&lt;br /&gt;I know God has His reasons for this dare&lt;br /&gt;So in surpassing them we can shine like jewels...&lt;br /&gt;Precious and rare.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133723421904536696-1675897083931924427?l=joahnas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/feeds/1675897083931924427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-tough-being-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/1675897083931924427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/1675897083931924427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-tough-being-me.html' title='it&apos;s tough being me'/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11462259846611544694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRJJ7V1ljLI/AAAAAAAAAJY/hbpr2Bosit0/S220/Copy%2Bof%2Bpixx%2B307.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133723421904536696.post-4501448512590434221</id><published>2010-12-26T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T00:58:19.510+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MY POEMS . . .'/><title type='text'>life</title><content type='html'>With our journey long&lt;br /&gt;And the road rough&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to find the strength&lt;br /&gt;And it's hard to be tough&lt;br /&gt;But through all these ups and downs&lt;br /&gt;We must learn to smile despite the frowns&lt;br /&gt;We learn to love and share our pain&lt;br /&gt;And help each other throughout the rain&lt;br /&gt;We learn to lean when we can't stand&lt;br /&gt;To give our shoulders, and extend our hand&lt;br /&gt;We learn what's right from what is wrong&lt;br /&gt;And that is how we find where we truly belong&lt;br /&gt;And though this road is hard and it seems so long&lt;br /&gt;We learn to take life lightly, each step with a song&lt;br /&gt;Because it is only through life's bends and turns&lt;br /&gt;That we can truly grow and we can truly learn&lt;br /&gt;We can choose the road that leads to the sea&lt;br /&gt;Or the road that leads to love,peace, and harmony.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133723421904536696-4501448512590434221?l=joahnas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/feeds/4501448512590434221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2010/12/life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/4501448512590434221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/4501448512590434221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2010/12/life.html' title='life'/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11462259846611544694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRJJ7V1ljLI/AAAAAAAAAJY/hbpr2Bosit0/S220/Copy%2Bof%2Bpixx%2B307.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133723421904536696.post-7556684810610304351</id><published>2010-12-26T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T01:41:33.551+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MY POEMS . . .'/><title type='text'>It's you!</title><content type='html'>I woke up&lt;br /&gt;With a strange taste in my mouth...&lt;br /&gt;... It was you.&lt;br /&gt;I inhaled you cologne&lt;br /&gt;Used your shampoo&lt;br /&gt;So anywhere, I'd be with you&lt;br /&gt;One day I borrowed your shirt&lt;br /&gt;And then I went to work&lt;br /&gt;People kept on saying, "where'd you get that shirt?&lt;br /&gt;It really isn't you."&lt;br /&gt;I said, "ofcourse it is!"&lt;br /&gt;But that wasn't really true.&lt;br /&gt;...  It was you.&lt;br /&gt;Having lunch with a friend&lt;br /&gt;We got into an argument&lt;br /&gt;She asked where I got that attitude&lt;br /&gt;And I said it was new&lt;br /&gt;But that wasn't new...&lt;br /&gt;...  It was you.&lt;br /&gt;God, it's you&lt;br /&gt;And here I go again&lt;br /&gt;I hear the trumpets blow&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy again.. I'm all aglow&lt;br /&gt;Taking a chance on hurt...&lt;br /&gt;Taking a chance on love...&lt;br /&gt;Taking a chance for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133723421904536696-7556684810610304351?l=joahnas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/feeds/7556684810610304351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/7556684810610304351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/7556684810610304351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-you.html' title='It&apos;s you!'/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11462259846611544694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRJJ7V1ljLI/AAAAAAAAAJY/hbpr2Bosit0/S220/Copy%2Bof%2Bpixx%2B307.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133723421904536696.post-191598237793536606</id><published>2010-12-26T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T00:58:19.511+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MY POEMS . . .'/><title type='text'>last song</title><content type='html'>You looked my way and smiled&lt;br /&gt;So I took the chance&lt;br /&gt;To feel you near for just a while&lt;br /&gt;Even for just one dance&lt;br /&gt;I held on to your sleeve&lt;br /&gt;As my heart kept on hoping&lt;br /&gt;Longing you were mine to keep&lt;br /&gt;Even though it's wishful thinking&lt;br /&gt;For a moment, you were mine to hold&lt;br /&gt;To embrace and cherish&lt;br /&gt;I just let my eyes close&lt;br /&gt;And just listen to you breathe&lt;br /&gt;Just let me savor your hands&lt;br /&gt;As it lay on my waist&lt;br /&gt;Let me drown in those eyes&lt;br /&gt;Rest my fingers on your nape&lt;br /&gt;I could stay this way for eternity&lt;br /&gt;Dance in your arms for good&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't matter if you want me&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't matter if I should&lt;br /&gt;For a moment, I was swept away&lt;br /&gt;Filled with music and happiness&lt;br /&gt;Content that somehow, someway&lt;br /&gt;You held me and caressed&lt;br /&gt;My heart was shattered&lt;br /&gt;I was frozen through time&lt;br /&gt;For suddenly, you whispered a name&lt;br /&gt;A name that wasn't mine&lt;br /&gt;But then I thought...  neither are you.&lt;br /&gt;So please, just hold me, for a minute or two&lt;br /&gt;just until this last song ends&lt;br /&gt;Maybe then, I'll remember&lt;br /&gt;You belong to someone else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133723421904536696-191598237793536606?l=joahnas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/feeds/191598237793536606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2010/12/last-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/191598237793536606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/191598237793536606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2010/12/last-song.html' title='last song'/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11462259846611544694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRJJ7V1ljLI/AAAAAAAAAJY/hbpr2Bosit0/S220/Copy%2Bof%2Bpixx%2B307.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133723421904536696.post-6803829988721611385</id><published>2010-12-26T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T00:58:19.511+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MY POEMS . . .'/><title type='text'>maybe tomorrow</title><content type='html'>Do you know that tomorrow &lt;br /&gt;Is another great day?&lt;br /&gt;New things to do&lt;br /&gt;And come your way&lt;br /&gt;Do you know that tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;I will be with you&lt;br /&gt;To guide you and follow&lt;br /&gt;And help you push through&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow there'll be roses&lt;br /&gt;All fragrant with dew&lt;br /&gt;With all its sweetness&lt;br /&gt;Remaining with you&lt;br /&gt;Do you know that tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;I would wake up and smile&lt;br /&gt;Because each thought of you&lt;br /&gt;Makes anything worth my while&lt;br /&gt;How I wish it were real&lt;br /&gt;How I wish it were true&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I'd see tomorrow &lt;br /&gt;Not alone...  but with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133723421904536696-6803829988721611385?l=joahnas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/feeds/6803829988721611385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2010/12/maybe-tomorrow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/6803829988721611385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/6803829988721611385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2010/12/maybe-tomorrow.html' title='maybe tomorrow'/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11462259846611544694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRJJ7V1ljLI/AAAAAAAAAJY/hbpr2Bosit0/S220/Copy%2Bof%2Bpixx%2B307.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133723421904536696.post-8941063595926625160</id><published>2010-12-26T17:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T00:58:19.511+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MY POEMS . . .'/><title type='text'>someday</title><content type='html'>I gazed into your eyes far away&lt;br /&gt;My doubt giving way&lt;br /&gt;To a feeling so strong&lt;br /&gt;But which I know is wrong&lt;br /&gt;I was frozen on my tracks&lt;br /&gt;Confused of the jumbled feelings coming back&lt;br /&gt;I searched your eyes for answers&lt;br /&gt;But then, they darted back to hers&lt;br /&gt;A cue that snapped me back to reality&lt;br /&gt;And the painful realization, that it can't be real for me.&lt;br /&gt;Though I've never loved so honestly&lt;br /&gt;You remain far from veracity&lt;br /&gt;Two people alike...  you and me&lt;br /&gt;But with divergent songs... diverse destinies.. &lt;br /&gt;Closing my eyes.. I see your vision dance in me&lt;br /&gt;And that way you are mine.. even just through fantasy&lt;br /&gt;And this haunts me..&lt;br /&gt;Knowing you're not mine... and never will be.&lt;br /&gt;But I go on..  and find the life for me&lt;br /&gt;I go on.. and search for another melody&lt;br /&gt;But forever, there is a place&lt;br /&gt;In my heart, a part is yours always&lt;br /&gt;And still, I'd hope for the day&lt;br /&gt;That day you'll come again my way&lt;br /&gt;I'll just be here, waiting to love you&lt;br /&gt;If only you would come to love me too..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133723421904536696-8941063595926625160?l=joahnas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/feeds/8941063595926625160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2010/12/someday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/8941063595926625160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/8941063595926625160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2010/12/someday.html' title='someday'/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11462259846611544694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRJJ7V1ljLI/AAAAAAAAAJY/hbpr2Bosit0/S220/Copy%2Bof%2Bpixx%2B307.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133723421904536696.post-1202335929999515145</id><published>2010-12-26T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T00:58:19.512+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MY POEMS . . .'/><title type='text'>wishes</title><content type='html'>I vowed never again &lt;br /&gt;To give my heart away&lt;br /&gt;Because the price of love&lt;br /&gt;Is too high to pay&lt;br /&gt;But you made me forget &lt;br /&gt;The mistakes I once made&lt;br /&gt;And I think you are worth &lt;br /&gt;The risk I have to take&lt;br /&gt;I adore your face, your smile, your stance&lt;br /&gt;And prayed to God to give me a chance&lt;br /&gt;A chance to show you all that I feel&lt;br /&gt;And this dream...  to make it real&lt;br /&gt;But slowly.. I realized&lt;br /&gt;As you looked into her eyes&lt;br /&gt;That it's only a fantasy&lt;br /&gt;For precious you to care for simple me&lt;br /&gt;But I never give up...  I still try&lt;br /&gt;Because I can't seem to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;And here I am lying to myself&lt;br /&gt;Can't accept this love's for someone else&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm here...  Wishing on a star tonight&lt;br /&gt;Not for success, nor riches in life&lt;br /&gt;But what my wish could only be&lt;br /&gt;Is just for you to wish for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133723421904536696-1202335929999515145?l=joahnas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/feeds/1202335929999515145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2010/12/wishes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/1202335929999515145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/1202335929999515145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2010/12/wishes.html' title='wishes'/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11462259846611544694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRJJ7V1ljLI/AAAAAAAAAJY/hbpr2Bosit0/S220/Copy%2Bof%2Bpixx%2B307.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133723421904536696.post-3672073066675206759</id><published>2010-12-26T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T00:58:19.512+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MY POEMS . . .'/><title type='text'>reveries</title><content type='html'>With every drop of rain that falls&lt;br /&gt;A flower grows&lt;br /&gt;Beyond every darkness&lt;br /&gt;A candle glows&lt;br /&gt;In every someone that goes astray&lt;br /&gt;Someone's there who shows the way&lt;br /&gt;I believe in all my prayers heard&lt;br /&gt;Every sigh, every tear, every word&lt;br /&gt;For someone real to love, to care&lt;br /&gt;Someone I'd find...  sometime, somewhere&lt;br /&gt;Are you out there alone?&lt;br /&gt;Do you carry on without me?&lt;br /&gt;When will my waiting end&lt;br /&gt;The time that you would find me?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know who you are&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't matter if we're now apart&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't matter if you don't know me now&lt;br /&gt;You're still close to my heart&lt;br /&gt;God, watch over him&lt;br /&gt;The man who holds a part of me&lt;br /&gt;Keep him safe, show him the way&lt;br /&gt;So that someday he could be with me&lt;br /&gt;But for now I'll dream&lt;br /&gt;Of the time I'll be your wife&lt;br /&gt;Come dream with me&lt;br /&gt;As I've dreamed of you all my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133723421904536696-3672073066675206759?l=joahnas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/feeds/3672073066675206759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2010/12/reveries.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/3672073066675206759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/3672073066675206759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2010/12/reveries.html' title='reveries'/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11462259846611544694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRJJ7V1ljLI/AAAAAAAAAJY/hbpr2Bosit0/S220/Copy%2Bof%2Bpixx%2B307.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133723421904536696.post-7598368619546297512</id><published>2010-12-26T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T00:58:19.513+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MY POEMS . . .'/><title type='text'>The cynic</title><content type='html'>You look at me..&lt;br /&gt;What do you see?&lt;br /&gt;Am I someone real? Or just a phony?&lt;br /&gt;And is this world that surrounds me&lt;br /&gt;A world of laughter? or despondency?&lt;br /&gt;Smiling through a thousand tears&lt;br /&gt;Plagued with uncertainty and fears&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming of things that can never be&lt;br /&gt;This someone, that hides inside of me&lt;br /&gt;The darkness overcomes&lt;br /&gt;And the questions remain&lt;br /&gt;That search for someone&lt;br /&gt;Always lead to shame and pain&lt;br /&gt;But it changed, I could suddenly see&lt;br /&gt;Into the night, you came over me&lt;br /&gt;Like the tide, washing away my tears&lt;br /&gt;A savior...  to cure my years&lt;br /&gt;But just as I knew... shadows never go&lt;br /&gt;Days always turn to nights&lt;br /&gt;And always, happiness turn to woes&lt;br /&gt;And now, I know the pain&lt;br /&gt;With these wounds that would never heal again&lt;br /&gt;I'll always be outside... just looking in&lt;br /&gt;And never again would I let them win.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133723421904536696-7598368619546297512?l=joahnas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/feeds/7598368619546297512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2010/12/cynic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/7598368619546297512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/7598368619546297512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2010/12/cynic.html' title='The cynic'/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11462259846611544694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRJJ7V1ljLI/AAAAAAAAAJY/hbpr2Bosit0/S220/Copy%2Bof%2Bpixx%2B307.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133723421904536696.post-143041673836501125</id><published>2010-12-26T17:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T00:58:19.513+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MY POEMS . . .'/><title type='text'>our promise</title><content type='html'>To the pilot of my dreams &lt;br /&gt;The ace of my heart&lt;br /&gt;To the joy of my life&lt;br /&gt;The one I loved from the start&lt;br /&gt;To the bright sun and the light&lt;br /&gt;Of my soul at dawn&lt;br /&gt;To the bright star like the love&lt;br /&gt;Only you and I own&lt;br /&gt;You were every dance&lt;br /&gt;I have ever missed&lt;br /&gt;Worth all the guys&lt;br /&gt;I have never kissed&lt;br /&gt;Every tear I've ever shed&lt;br /&gt;Every wrong path I've ever led&lt;br /&gt;Every valentines I've been alone&lt;br /&gt;Every man I've loved and gone&lt;br /&gt;Every cruelty that came my way&lt;br /&gt;Every pain I had to pay&lt;br /&gt;Every chance that came to pass&lt;br /&gt;And those happiness that never last&lt;br /&gt;Every dream that's always shattered&lt;br /&gt;In losing something that had mattered&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for filling&lt;br /&gt;The puzzles of my heart&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for giving me&lt;br /&gt;Your soul, your love, your guard&lt;br /&gt;Remember that the love&lt;br /&gt;That keeps us together&lt;br /&gt;Was a promise made&lt;br /&gt;To be kept forever...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133723421904536696-143041673836501125?l=joahnas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/feeds/143041673836501125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2010/12/our-promise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/143041673836501125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/143041673836501125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2010/12/our-promise.html' title='our promise'/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11462259846611544694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRJJ7V1ljLI/AAAAAAAAAJY/hbpr2Bosit0/S220/Copy%2Bof%2Bpixx%2B307.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133723421904536696.post-977329480255946197</id><published>2010-12-26T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T00:58:19.513+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MY POEMS . . .'/><title type='text'>delusions</title><content type='html'>You know it can never be real&lt;br /&gt;But still, why do you wish it?&lt;br /&gt;You know it can never be true&lt;br /&gt;And still, why do you hope for it?&lt;br /&gt;Love is a gamble&lt;br /&gt;And it is always a game&lt;br /&gt;There is always a winner&lt;br /&gt;And in the end, you lose all the same&lt;br /&gt;Yet here you are again&lt;br /&gt;Standing right next to him&lt;br /&gt;Someone so perfect...  Someone so great&lt;br /&gt;Something you want so badly to win.&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't know, and you can never tell him&lt;br /&gt;For if you do, the magic might stop&lt;br /&gt;And you cannot face reality&lt;br /&gt;Because the fantasy is all you've got.&lt;br /&gt;So you go on with the deception&lt;br /&gt;You go on with your game&lt;br /&gt;You tell yourself there might come a time&lt;br /&gt;Someday, he might feel the same.&lt;br /&gt;And eventually, the wind will pass&lt;br /&gt;And with it he'll move on&lt;br /&gt;As always, you'll be left longing&lt;br /&gt;As always, you'll be left alone.&lt;br /&gt;And you wonder if it's worth it&lt;br /&gt;To start this fantasy that soon will end&lt;br /&gt;Will you treasure these moments&lt;br /&gt;Knowing someday you'll be left alone to mend?&lt;br /&gt;But I'm too weak to fight&lt;br /&gt;Too weak to continue struggling &lt;br /&gt;And so I continue to love him&lt;br /&gt;Just hoping someday I'd stop dreaming...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133723421904536696-977329480255946197?l=joahnas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/feeds/977329480255946197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2010/12/delusions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/977329480255946197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/977329480255946197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2010/12/delusions.html' title='delusions'/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11462259846611544694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRJJ7V1ljLI/AAAAAAAAAJY/hbpr2Bosit0/S220/Copy%2Bof%2Bpixx%2B307.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133723421904536696.post-8410775553202284005</id><published>2010-12-23T02:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T00:58:19.514+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MY POEMS . . .'/><title type='text'>dreams</title><content type='html'>Let me close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;So I can dream he's mine&lt;br /&gt;So I can forget the tears&lt;br /&gt;And my fears I can leave behind&lt;br /&gt;I long to see&lt;br /&gt;The face that's only his&lt;br /&gt;So I must sleep.. help me sleep&lt;br /&gt;For only fantasies can bring me this&lt;br /&gt;And in this night&lt;br /&gt;Sing him a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lullabye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear my plea, hear my prayer&lt;br /&gt;Let him close his eyes&lt;br /&gt;And maybe then you could show him&lt;br /&gt;Maybe then he could see&lt;br /&gt;This someone who dreams of him&lt;br /&gt;And maybe then he'd dream of me.&lt;br /&gt;Let him see these hands&lt;br /&gt;the hands that long to touch him&lt;br /&gt;Let him feel this love&lt;br /&gt;And let him hear this heart's whim&lt;br /&gt;My heart's only wish&lt;br /&gt;That it wouldn't be what it seems&lt;br /&gt;That he would love me...  Truly love me&lt;br /&gt;And that it wouldn't be a dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133723421904536696-8410775553202284005?l=joahnas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/feeds/8410775553202284005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2010/12/let-me-close-my-eyes-so-i-can-dream-hes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/8410775553202284005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/8410775553202284005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2010/12/let-me-close-my-eyes-so-i-can-dream-hes.html' title='dreams'/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11462259846611544694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRJJ7V1ljLI/AAAAAAAAAJY/hbpr2Bosit0/S220/Copy%2Bof%2Bpixx%2B307.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133723421904536696.post-5301609709956932561</id><published>2010-12-23T02:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T00:58:19.514+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MY POEMS . . .'/><title type='text'>what must i do?</title><content type='html'>I am strong now&lt;br /&gt;At least that's what I thought&lt;br /&gt;But again I saw you&lt;br /&gt;And there I am...  Again I'm caught&lt;br /&gt;It is over...  I can't stay this way&lt;br /&gt;And I promised I'd break away&lt;br /&gt;But it happens all the time&lt;br /&gt;And as always, I'd be there to stay&lt;br /&gt;And now is no different&lt;br /&gt;Now you're still hers to own&lt;br /&gt;But my heart says differently&lt;br /&gt;And that you're still mine alone&lt;br /&gt;Did I just dream you into life?&lt;br /&gt;Please tell me, I need to understand&lt;br /&gt;I need to know who it is&lt;br /&gt;Who holds my fate in his hand?&lt;br /&gt;All I wanted was a melody&lt;br /&gt;That someone to complete my song&lt;br /&gt;Without knowing it, I found you&lt;br /&gt;Someone so right, and yet so wrong&lt;br /&gt;Must I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Tell me..  Must I leave it this way?&lt;br /&gt;Must I fight to make you mine&lt;br /&gt;Or say goodbye and go my way?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133723421904536696-5301609709956932561?l=joahnas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/feeds/5301609709956932561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2010/12/what-must-i-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/5301609709956932561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/5301609709956932561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2010/12/what-must-i-do.html' title='what must i do?'/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11462259846611544694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRJJ7V1ljLI/AAAAAAAAAJY/hbpr2Bosit0/S220/Copy%2Bof%2Bpixx%2B307.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133723421904536696.post-3959414348695831807</id><published>2010-12-23T02:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T00:58:19.515+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MY POEMS . . .'/><title type='text'>pretense</title><content type='html'>Someday will come&lt;br /&gt;When I can do what's right&lt;br /&gt;Someday I'll find a way&lt;br /&gt;The strength to give up this fight&lt;br /&gt;But for now I go around&lt;br /&gt;Here...  Just pretending&lt;br /&gt;Playing a part with my friends&lt;br /&gt;Acting as if this heart is mending&lt;br /&gt;But the day comes to an end&lt;br /&gt;And I go home late at night&lt;br /&gt;And alone, I forget&lt;br /&gt;That I have to do what's right&lt;br /&gt;I need to close the door&lt;br /&gt;To every memory&lt;br /&gt;To every word, every touch&lt;br /&gt;To all of you that's chaining me&lt;br /&gt;I know what I must do&lt;br /&gt;I know the road to take&lt;br /&gt;But every time I think of you&lt;br /&gt;It's a decision my heart won't make&lt;br /&gt;Please take this hope away&lt;br /&gt;Help me...  Tell me what to do&lt;br /&gt;Please give me a reason&lt;br /&gt;The reason to forget you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133723421904536696-3959414348695831807?l=joahnas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/feeds/3959414348695831807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2010/12/pretense.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/3959414348695831807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/3959414348695831807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2010/12/pretense.html' title='pretense'/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11462259846611544694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRJJ7V1ljLI/AAAAAAAAAJY/hbpr2Bosit0/S220/Copy%2Bof%2Bpixx%2B307.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133723421904536696.post-2096455689676151946</id><published>2010-12-23T02:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T00:58:19.515+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MY POEMS . . .'/><title type='text'>say goodbye</title><content type='html'>He's the only one to do it&lt;br /&gt;that in just hearing his name&lt;br /&gt;My heart would beat faster&lt;br /&gt;And slower all the same&lt;br /&gt;But I have lost myself&lt;br /&gt;To someone who can never be mine&lt;br /&gt;I had lost...  I am defeated&lt;br /&gt;By a memory lost in time&lt;br /&gt;But in his every memory&lt;br /&gt;And in my every dream&lt;br /&gt;Would come the pain...&lt;br /&gt;Another moment I'd spend with him.&lt;br /&gt;I kept on fighting...  kept on hoping&lt;br /&gt;Tried holding on so tough&lt;br /&gt;But I have to face it...  He's gone&lt;br /&gt;And memories shouldn't be enough&lt;br /&gt;I don't know who I am without him&lt;br /&gt;For I am half of what I've been&lt;br /&gt;And here I am, left in between&lt;br /&gt;What is true and just a dream.&lt;br /&gt;And all these nights, I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Should I just leave it this way?&lt;br /&gt;For it's the only time that he is mine&lt;br /&gt;The only way to make him stay&lt;br /&gt;There's another in his heart&lt;br /&gt;Someone else in his memory&lt;br /&gt;Someone who owns all his dreams&lt;br /&gt;With nothing more left for me&lt;br /&gt;And in this day's last hours&lt;br /&gt;As I lay down my bed&lt;br /&gt;I vow to block out the feelings&lt;br /&gt;And hear the voices inside my head&lt;br /&gt;Voices that kept saying&lt;br /&gt;Stop these tears that you now shed&lt;br /&gt;Stop the love from your weakened heart&lt;br /&gt;And let it whisper goodbye instead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133723421904536696-2096455689676151946?l=joahnas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/feeds/2096455689676151946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2010/12/say-goodbye.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/2096455689676151946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/2096455689676151946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2010/12/say-goodbye.html' title='say goodbye'/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11462259846611544694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRJJ7V1ljLI/AAAAAAAAAJY/hbpr2Bosit0/S220/Copy%2Bof%2Bpixx%2B307.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133723421904536696.post-7979262963618142245</id><published>2010-12-23T02:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T00:58:19.515+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MY POEMS . . .'/><title type='text'>if only...</title><content type='html'>The sky is falling&lt;br /&gt;I'm here all alone&lt;br /&gt;Still thinking about him&lt;br /&gt;Can't make myself move on&lt;br /&gt;He carries on with life&lt;br /&gt;And left me here without him&lt;br /&gt;Caught somewhere in between&lt;br /&gt;What is real and what are dreams&lt;br /&gt;I need to give up&lt;br /&gt;And would've settled for what's before&lt;br /&gt;But now I'm this empty shell&lt;br /&gt;Without the right to yearn for more&lt;br /&gt;Come back to me&lt;br /&gt;Let me relive the dream&lt;br /&gt;I am here wide awake&lt;br /&gt;Yet still asleep, so it may seem&lt;br /&gt;Months passed...  days grew&lt;br /&gt;But my heart was left by time&lt;br /&gt;It has stayed where he was&lt;br /&gt;At the times I thought he's mine&lt;br /&gt;Oh if only dreams were real&lt;br /&gt;If I can be as strong as I seem&lt;br /&gt;If only he couldn't hurt me&lt;br /&gt;If only I could stop loving him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133723421904536696-7979262963618142245?l=joahnas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/feeds/7979262963618142245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2010/12/if-only.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/7979262963618142245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/7979262963618142245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2010/12/if-only.html' title='if only...'/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11462259846611544694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRJJ7V1ljLI/AAAAAAAAAJY/hbpr2Bosit0/S220/Copy%2Bof%2Bpixx%2B307.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133723421904536696.post-5649869404877637170</id><published>2010-12-23T02:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T00:58:19.516+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MY POEMS . . .'/><title type='text'>infinite void</title><content type='html'>Looking out at the horizon&lt;br /&gt;I sat in silence&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the tears to come&lt;br /&gt;Laying down my defense&lt;br /&gt;Trying to conjure&lt;br /&gt;Imaginary shadows&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of reasons&lt;br /&gt;And creating fears and woes&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of concrete explanations&lt;br /&gt;For this grievance...  This loneliness&lt;br /&gt;Confused in crying over nothing&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing the root of this emptiness&lt;br /&gt;For the someone one has never known&lt;br /&gt;Why then would one cry?&lt;br /&gt;For something one never had&lt;br /&gt;How could one say goodbye?&lt;br /&gt;For the absence of love&lt;br /&gt;A thing I've never known&lt;br /&gt;A thing I've never felt&lt;br /&gt;Yet wish for one that I could own&lt;br /&gt;Am I then to be judged as crazy&lt;br /&gt;For my sorrow caused by nothing?&lt;br /&gt;Without a real cause, real problems&lt;br /&gt;Without real reasons for crying?&lt;br /&gt;And now I ask myself, "which is better?"&lt;br /&gt;A heart spurned but later mends?&lt;br /&gt;Or this life I lead filled with serenity&lt;br /&gt;But with an emptiness that never ends...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133723421904536696-5649869404877637170?l=joahnas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/feeds/5649869404877637170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2010/12/infinite-void.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/5649869404877637170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/5649869404877637170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2010/12/infinite-void.html' title='infinite void'/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11462259846611544694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRJJ7V1ljLI/AAAAAAAAAJY/hbpr2Bosit0/S220/Copy%2Bof%2Bpixx%2B307.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133723421904536696.post-5898011839860802313</id><published>2010-12-23T02:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T00:58:19.516+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MY POEMS . . .'/><title type='text'>was it real?</title><content type='html'>I sat here thinking&lt;br /&gt;About a memory&lt;br /&gt;Passed by new memories, passed by time&lt;br /&gt;But still kept deep within me&lt;br /&gt;A memory of a boy, a special someone&lt;br /&gt;Of a chance that slipped by&lt;br /&gt;Of the only love I have ever had&lt;br /&gt;The same love that he denied&lt;br /&gt;The only one whom for me was real&lt;br /&gt;Who planted the scars into my soul&lt;br /&gt;That never again was I ever the same&lt;br /&gt;And never again was I ever whole&lt;br /&gt;The boy I measured everyone against&lt;br /&gt;And with whom I gave my all&lt;br /&gt;The someone I thought would love me forever&lt;br /&gt;The same one who failed me and let me fall&lt;br /&gt;I knew it was just wishful thinking&lt;br /&gt;He's just a dream that was almost real&lt;br /&gt;But almost is not enough&lt;br /&gt;Coz here I am alone.. He's not here still&lt;br /&gt;That whom I considered once as mine&lt;br /&gt;Was someone I could never have&lt;br /&gt;And that what he gave before&lt;br /&gt;Were just lies and never love&lt;br /&gt;And now I ask, was mine real love?&lt;br /&gt;Or are my tears just for my pride?&lt;br /&gt;Can I ever go past these wounds?&lt;br /&gt;Or must I forever hide?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133723421904536696-5898011839860802313?l=joahnas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/feeds/5898011839860802313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2010/12/was-it-real.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/5898011839860802313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/5898011839860802313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2010/12/was-it-real.html' title='was it real?'/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11462259846611544694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRJJ7V1ljLI/AAAAAAAAAJY/hbpr2Bosit0/S220/Copy%2Bof%2Bpixx%2B307.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133723421904536696.post-7777576153352751867</id><published>2010-12-23T02:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T00:58:19.517+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MY POEMS . . .'/><title type='text'>nothing more without you</title><content type='html'>I saw you laughing&lt;br /&gt;Having fun with your friends&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes were shining&lt;br /&gt;Like the sun's light that never ends&lt;br /&gt;Then your eyes turned my way&lt;br /&gt;And without words being spoken&lt;br /&gt;Your lips gave a smile&lt;br /&gt;And all my fears were broken&lt;br /&gt;Time was suspended&lt;br /&gt;And it's only you I could see&lt;br /&gt;A billion people all around us&lt;br /&gt;But right then, it's just you and me.&lt;br /&gt;With the world's noise all over us&lt;br /&gt;And no matter how loud&lt;br /&gt;Among all of those people&lt;br /&gt;Your drowned out the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;And in that fleeting moment&lt;br /&gt;In that borrowed time&lt;br /&gt;I savored the feeling&lt;br /&gt;Of you being mine&lt;br /&gt;But time must move on&lt;br /&gt;And I must face what's true&lt;br /&gt;I closed my eyes and hoped&lt;br /&gt;That when they open, I'd still find you&lt;br /&gt;But as they did&lt;br /&gt;It is as I've known&lt;br /&gt;The moment was broken&lt;br /&gt;And time has moved on&lt;br /&gt;The dream was over&lt;br /&gt;The fantasy was through&lt;br /&gt;I am now again just me&lt;br /&gt;Just.. nothing.. without you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133723421904536696-7777576153352751867?l=joahnas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/feeds/7777576153352751867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2010/12/nothing-more-without-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/7777576153352751867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/7777576153352751867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2010/12/nothing-more-without-you.html' title='nothing more without you'/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11462259846611544694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRJJ7V1ljLI/AAAAAAAAAJY/hbpr2Bosit0/S220/Copy%2Bof%2Bpixx%2B307.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133723421904536696.post-4478189143824280042</id><published>2010-12-22T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T02:43:51.554+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MY TRIPS . . .'/><title type='text'>puerto galera</title><content type='html'>Are you a little low on cash? thinking of the beach? of partying all night long?  well puerto galera is the place to be!  I've actually been there a number of times and I never went back home disappointed.  The last time I've been there, my friends and I met in Ortigas around 10am and took a cab bound to Buendia for the bus terminal.  Wrong wrong move! We were assailed by all kinds of road jam.  But once there, we rode the bus for the Batangas pier and from then on, our trip went smoothly. 2 hrs from Buendia, we were dropped off Batangas pier and were bombarded by various shipping line ticket sellers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRInfpZBmbI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/M_54ESEqB6A/s1600/IMG_7581.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553544715141487026" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRInfpZBmbI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/M_54ESEqB6A/s200/IMG_7581.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; height: 134px; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRIpQ-q2X7I/AAAAAAAAAHY/EN4-n7hgakw/s1600/puerto.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553546662178611122" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRIpQ-q2X7I/AAAAAAAAAHY/EN4-n7hgakw/s200/puerto.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; height: 134px; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;         &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRIqs7zC-yI/AAAAAAAAAHo/1o7AOSZRdOc/s1600/puerto2.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553548241955650338" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRIqs7zC-yI/AAAAAAAAAHo/1o7AOSZRdOc/s200/puerto2.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; height: 158px; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bought tickets from the first ferry scheduled to sail (brian shipping lines)  and hurried aboard.  In all fairness to brian shipping lines,  their ferry is sizeable and you would actually feel secure in addition to the life jackets and able-looking crew.  I was a little apprehensive because it was already hours past noon and I was thinking that it would be a bumpy and wavy ride.  To add to the apprehension, I just read the news the day before about ferries sinking amid these waters which quite fairly, may be shark infested (according to my neurotic mind atleast).   But luckily,  I was distracted by good company and snapping of photos that after what seems awhile (1 1/2 hours at least) ,  we arrived in white beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRItHjZ0EGI/AAAAAAAAAH4/AzssS4leVXI/s1600/puerto4.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553550898287087714" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRItHjZ0EGI/AAAAAAAAAH4/AzssS4leVXI/s200/puerto4.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; height: 158px; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRItHfY8jWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/r59el4-SPMw/s1600/puerto3.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553550897209707874" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRItHfY8jWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/r59el4-SPMw/s200/puerto3.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; height: 158px; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRItHfY8jWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/r59el4-SPMw/s1600/puerto3.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was moderately crowded and as we embarked, I could see the curly-haired maong-wearing girl that was to be our lodge guide.  We stayed at HSL beach resort (formerly Lagundian Hills) which was a great idea since aside from being cheap, clean, and having attentive employees, it is a bit remote from the bars but still at the beach front that if we prefer a little quiet time, we'll have our solace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRIuzpNbIsI/AAAAAAAAAIA/GHPqlESDrYA/s1600/puerto5.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553552755271606978" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRIuzpNbIsI/AAAAAAAAAIA/GHPqlESDrYA/s200/puerto5.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; height: 158px; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRIu0capXzI/AAAAAAAAAII/yZO_NiUIVzY/s1600/puerto6.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553552769017274162" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRIu0capXzI/AAAAAAAAAII/yZO_NiUIVzY/s200/puerto6.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; height: 158px; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed there for 3 days and 2 nights.  We spend the days lolling around the beach, delving into the waters...  Exploring the island ( well, the Tamaraw falls at least) and trying out the water rides (they offer snorkeling, banana boats, jet ski, parasailing, etc..).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRIxKVFhqoI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/7PJFCoZgSK0/s1600/puerto7.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553555344030018178" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRIxKVFhqoI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/7PJFCoZgSK0/s200/puerto7.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; height: 158px; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRIxKhVGx1I/AAAAAAAAAIY/vKZp8Xuf5eI/s1600/puerto8.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553555347316590418" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRIxKhVGx1I/AAAAAAAAAIY/vKZp8Xuf5eI/s200/puerto8.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; height: 158px; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRIxK184_HI/AAAAAAAAAIg/n5PbYqLBlOo/s1600/puerto9.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553555352852167794" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRIxK184_HI/AAAAAAAAAIg/n5PbYqLBlOo/s200/puerto9.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; height: 158px; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRIxLMkyQLI/AAAAAAAAAIo/JocZHsqwLuE/s1600/puerto10.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553555358925078706" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRIxLMkyQLI/AAAAAAAAAIo/JocZHsqwLuE/s200/puerto10.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; height: 158px; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nights are oozing with alcohol and it is when we whoop it up and party.  The bars and the parties are actually the main things that attract tourists especially the young to Puerto Galera, making it an affordable version of Boracay.  We sampled the mindoro sling which is actually just gin and pomelo.. The kind of drink in which one minute you're okay, the next you seem like knocking at death's door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRIzrPMRsYI/AAAAAAAAAI4/yz3sansDkVQ/s1600/puerto12.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553558108406657410" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRIzrPMRsYI/AAAAAAAAAI4/yz3sansDkVQ/s200/puerto12.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; height: 158px; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRIzq_3LlaI/AAAAAAAAAIw/GKhdihmt6r0/s1600/puerto11.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553558104291644834" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRIzq_3LlaI/AAAAAAAAAIw/GKhdihmt6r0/s200/puerto11.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; height: 158px; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also enjoy the food in puerto galera because aside from being cheap,  most of it are barbecued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRI0tJvlxtI/AAAAAAAAAJI/4AYDWC6BEfY/s1600/puerto14.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553559240815527634" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRI0tJvlxtI/AAAAAAAAAJI/4AYDWC6BEfY/s200/puerto14.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 158px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On that third day just a little past noon, we rode the ferry back to Batangas pier.  It is really a very enjoyable place and being a beach aficionada, I plan on coming back.. well, once a year atleast.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRI1i9-6OiI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/kueaUtOGXNY/s1600/puerto15.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553560165371492898" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRI1i9-6OiI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/kueaUtOGXNY/s200/puerto15.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 158px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133723421904536696-4478189143824280042?l=joahnas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/feeds/4478189143824280042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2010/12/puerto-galera.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/4478189143824280042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/4478189143824280042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2010/12/puerto-galera.html' title='puerto galera'/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11462259846611544694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRJJ7V1ljLI/AAAAAAAAAJY/hbpr2Bosit0/S220/Copy%2Bof%2Bpixx%2B307.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRInfpZBmbI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/M_54ESEqB6A/s72-c/IMG_7581.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133723421904536696.post-6391215993414745366</id><published>2010-04-26T01:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T02:44:11.708+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MY TRIPS . . .'/><title type='text'>Laoag...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/S9R8nGGCjNI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/K5jFndkWCdg/s1600/IMG_7463.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464129258999942354" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/S9R8nGGCjNI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/K5jFndkWCdg/s200/IMG_7463.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 134px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I was into old museums and old churches until I went to Ilocos Norte.  There were tons of old churches and relics that we visited, one of which was the Paoay Church.   I actually thought it was very nice to get married in such a church with its grand structure and historical magnificence.  Near this church however, there is a lake with a tragic and mysterious legend.  It was said to be haunted and that every night a large bell could be seen underwater and fishermen would hear it clanging.  And every year, the spirit underneath the lake ta&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/S9R9-EOvP7I/AAAAAAAAAGw/MJUqOcVngjo/s1600/IMG_7218.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464130753148174258" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/S9R9-EOvP7I/AAAAAAAAAGw/MJUqOcVngjo/s200/IMG_7218.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 200px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 134px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/S9R9o43YR4I/AAAAAAAAAGo/h-SjcPdoT88/s1600/10.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464130389320157058" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/S9R9o43YR4I/AAAAAAAAAGo/h-SjcPdoT88/s200/10.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 200px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 134px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;kes a life offering, one of which has been the wife of the famous Farinias.  I could not shake the gloom after we visited that lake.  After that, we climbed through the Cape Bojeador lighthouse all the way up the wide and steep steps that are a smoker's nightmare.  It sits on the hill of Vigia in Burgos creating a breathtaking view from the top of the lighthouse.  It is a bit unfortunate then though that at noontime, the lighthouse could be scorching hot. However, being in Ilocos Norte the best sight to see are the Bangui windmills.  We took lots of pictures as they were spectacular 70 meter-high structures not only made to create a spectacle but are very useful in accelerating the rural electrification of the goverment.  Made by  Marcos, no doubt that every Ilocano I spoke with in my short stay there have high regards to the family.  Speaking of which, we also visited the marcos museum with his body preserved in wax.  Unfortunately, cameras are prohibited inside and if you were&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/S9R-aQgfB4I/AAAAAAAAAG4/Dz-aqjXTWFw/s1600/IMG_7274.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464131237480171394" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/S9R-aQgfB4I/AAAAAAAAAG4/Dz-aqjXTWFw/s200/IMG_7274.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 134px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; so much as caught using one, it would be confiscated by the armed soldiers swarming the place.  The place was complete with important letters, pictures, and memorabilias of the late president and even his old presidential chair.  Right across the street can be found Imelda's abode where she was still said to retire at times.  There were more places to visit like Fort ilocandia and Malacañang of the North but we were sadly lacking in time as our flight was scheduled for 7pm that night and we needed to check in at the airport at 5.  we tiredly but exhilaratedly drove back to the airport to await our flight.  Hoping that someday, we would be able to return with longer days to spend touring and more money to indulge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133723421904536696-6391215993414745366?l=joahnas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/feeds/6391215993414745366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2010/04/laoag.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/6391215993414745366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/6391215993414745366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2010/04/laoag.html' title='Laoag...'/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11462259846611544694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRJJ7V1ljLI/AAAAAAAAAJY/hbpr2Bosit0/S220/Copy%2Bof%2Bpixx%2B307.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/S9R8nGGCjNI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/K5jFndkWCdg/s72-c/IMG_7463.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133723421904536696.post-8259608035954860473</id><published>2010-04-25T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T02:44:11.708+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MY TRIPS . . .'/><title type='text'>Pagudpud...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/S9Rwin0muyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/sWJJYvcIuaw/s1600/IMG_6274.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464115988014742306" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/S9Rwin0muyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/sWJJYvcIuaw/s200/IMG_6274.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 134px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/S9RxAGC1ByI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Q_OUjkc2soI/s1600/IMG_6290.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nasayaat lug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/S9RxAGC1ByI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Q_OUjkc2soI/s1600/IMG_6290.JPG" onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ar&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/a&gt; That is the Ilocano language for "good place"..  And it truly was.  Some may opt to take the bus from Manila to Ilocos but we opted to travel by air which was only an hour's ride and arrived at Laoag airport nearing noon.  We bought some groceries and ate lunch at Robinsons Mall and lucky enough, we even saw Imelda Marcos dining at the food court.  Afterwards, we &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/S9RxAGC1ByI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Q_OUjkc2soI/s1600/IMG_6290.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464116494343669538" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/S9RxAGC1ByI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Q_OUjkc2soI/s200/IMG_6290.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 134px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/S9RxAGC1ByI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Q_OUjkc2soI/s1600/IMG_6290.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hired a jeep and went straight for Pagudpud.  It was a couple of hours away from laoag and we enjoyed the scenic view and fresh air along the way.   Arriving at our rented resort, the Villa Del Mar, I was surprised to see the beach.. it was pure white sand and the water was almost unreal..  Totally&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/S9RwIAlkn8I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/0WC1533XOiE/s1600/IMG_6357.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464115530806108098" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/S9RwIAlkn8I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/0WC1533XOiE/s200/IMG_6357.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 133px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; blue and clear.  We were planning to relax that first day, hang around the beach taking pictures and having an early night for our tour the next day.  We did that although in the middle of a relaxing dinner, we received news of the tragic intensity 8 earthquake in Chile and the warning to stay away from beaches as there was a threat of tidal waves due to the biggest quake in Earth's history.  I was a l&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/S9RxpPgyWxI/AAAAAAAAAFo/QZOleszYUPE/s1600/IMG_6661.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464117201259879186" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/S9RxpPgyWxI/AAAAAAAAAFo/QZOleszYUPE/s200/IMG_6661.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 134px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ot worried since drowning was the kind of death I really do fear.  We slept that night with no small amount of anxiety.  The next day, all was well and the sun was shining! We went out to hear mass (which unfortunately was mostly in Ilocano language) and had our breakfast at Papa Nard's Resto.  We then proceeded with the 2-hour trek to the beautiful Kabigan Falls..  All the sweating and near dehydration was worth it once you lay eyes on the falls.  The water was so cold and light and the mountain air smelled so fresh.  We spent about 3  hours before climbing back down and having some cold coconut juice at the foot of the mountain offered by the locals&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/S9RyRg0L2GI/AAAAAAAAAFw/jLZRx8AtvgU/s1600/IMG_6747.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464117893099411554" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/S9RyRg0L2GI/AAAAAAAAAFw/jLZRx8AtvgU/s200/IMG_6747.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 134px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/S9RzAgDjiUI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Vz6AcpC_hNM/s1600/IMG_6878.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464118700349294914" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/S9RzAgDjiUI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Vz6AcpC_hNM/s200/IMG_6878.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 134px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  Next, we went to bantay abot cave or what they call the "mountain with a hole".  It was great to take pictures since you could see the whole ocean and feel the strong winds while standing at the edge of the cave.  I thought then that I had seen the great beaches in Pagudpud but it was nothing compared to the Blue Lagoon.  It was the one they call "Boracay of the North" and with its clear waters and fine &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/S9RzlTaP8VI/AAAAAAAAAGA/sKEkUOgKeR4/s1600/IMG_6964.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464119332609978706" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/S9RzlTaP8VI/AAAAAAAAAGA/sKEkUOgKeR4/s200/IMG_6964.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 134px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/S9R0S8sN1OI/AAAAAAAAAGI/AzVqAS2yih8/s1600/IMG_6971.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464120116785304802" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/S9R0S8sN1OI/AAAAAAAAAGI/AzVqAS2yih8/s200/IMG_6971.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 134px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;white sand, I agree that it really is.  Although instead of the populated and developed Boracay shores, Blue Lagoon is a virgin island and untamed.  We went to see the Patapat viaduct, Agua grande, and the Patapat Natural Park.  Exhausting as the day was, no one complained as it was all worth it.  There were even spots we failed to visit due to lack of time and the long distances.  No doubt about it, Pagudpud, even if taken the 14-hour drive from Manila would still be worth the long wait and sore backside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133723421904536696-8259608035954860473?l=joahnas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/feeds/8259608035954860473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2010/04/ilocos-norte.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/8259608035954860473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/8259608035954860473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2010/04/ilocos-norte.html' title='Pagudpud...'/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11462259846611544694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRJJ7V1ljLI/AAAAAAAAAJY/hbpr2Bosit0/S220/Copy%2Bof%2Bpixx%2B307.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/S9Rwin0muyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/sWJJYvcIuaw/s72-c/IMG_6274.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133723421904536696.post-4453900506113084649</id><published>2010-04-25T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T02:44:11.708+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MY TRIPS . . .'/><title type='text'>Vigan...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/S9RfZMr7N8I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/cOHjwlhGTyE/s1600/IMG_7329.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464097134414084034" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/S9RfZMr7N8I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/cOHjwlhGTyE/s200/IMG_7329.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 134px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was actually excited to visit Vigan because of the nice places to photograph especially Calle Crisologo.  However, seeing as it is two hours away from Pagudpud where we stayed the night, I wasn't about to photograph Crisologo at sunset if we were to catch our flight at 5pm..  So we went there at lunch and ate at Cafe Leona, a Spanish inspired (actually, the whole town is in Spanish setting) with totally antique furnitures.  Even the oven &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/S9Rf9ro-ePI/AAAAAAAAAEY/8gE_xNTSi40/s1600/IMG_7310.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464097761198504178" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/S9Rf9ro-ePI/AAAAAAAAAEY/8gE_xNTSi40/s200/IMG_7310.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 134px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;seemed to be a hundred years old.  People there were totally friendly and welcoming and walking down that cobble-stoned street gives you a feeling of unreality and poignancy.  It takes you back to the Spanish era and It makes you want to blend in and wear your patadyong or something.  Although the Kalesa (horse-driven carriages) has become a rarity,  there were tons around adding to the "spanish" feel of the place.  It was delightful that even fast food chains like Mcdonalds had spanish terraces and chairs.  All around us were different arts and crafts that displayed the artistic talents of Filipinos which you could also purchase for pasalubong.  If you're looking for delicacies, you should buy the delectable brownies and bibingka at Marsha's or Tongson's coupled with the tupik, which is a a sticky rice with sugar concoction placed inside a bamboo.  Other delicacies are okoy, chichacorn, longganisa and empanada (which was filled with the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/S9Rg4mbn1GI/AAAAAAAAAEg/zgHyNoBM2Ac/s1600/IMG_7453.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464098773412598882" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/S9Rg4mbn1GI/AAAAAAAAAEg/zgHyNoBM2Ac/s200/IMG_7453.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 134px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;longganisa and mostly sold as street food).  Next on our itinerary was the pottery making.   We watched as experienced craftsmen produce masterpieces from rubble and were even allowed to try to make one ourselves.  However, I just managed&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/S9RjYzmZjXI/AAAAAAAAAFI/17t-pymilFk/s1600/IMG_7374.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464101525726530930" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/S9RjYzmZjXI/AAAAAAAAAFI/17t-pymilFk/s200/IMG_7374.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 134px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/S9RhmbLSELI/AAAAAAAAAEo/fRiJeDNY9Os/s1600/44.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464099560665256114" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/S9RhmbLSELI/AAAAAAAAAEo/fRiJeDNY9Os/s200/44.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 200px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 134px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/S9RjArbsi1I/AAAAAAAAAFA/v-c4TsCUK7A/s1600/IMG_7389.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464101111217294162" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/S9RjArbsi1I/AAAAAAAAAFA/v-c4TsCUK7A/s200/IMG_7389.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 134px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;to put dirt in my hands and voila,  rubble it still is.  Afterwards, we continued on and ended up in Baluarte, one of the best zoos I've ever been in.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/S9RiWdmsz-I/AAAAAAAAAEw/N6PRpz1k4gM/s1600/IMG_7407.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464100385950846946" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/S9RiWdmsz-I/AAAAAAAAAEw/N6PRpz1k4gM/s200/IMG_7407.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 134px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Sporting animals from regular farm birds to rare llamas, white tigers,  ostriches and camels.. it truly was amazing.  Always opting to go to the beach during vacations, it truly is refreshing to visit such a place as Vigan which is truly unique and tells so much of our culture.  I would truly look forward to my next visit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133723421904536696-4453900506113084649?l=joahnas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/feeds/4453900506113084649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2010/04/vigan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/4453900506113084649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/4453900506113084649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2010/04/vigan.html' title='Vigan...'/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11462259846611544694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRJJ7V1ljLI/AAAAAAAAAJY/hbpr2Bosit0/S220/Copy%2Bof%2Bpixx%2B307.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/S9RfZMr7N8I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/cOHjwlhGTyE/s72-c/IMG_7329.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133723421904536696.post-273816608672391891</id><published>2010-04-25T18:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T02:44:11.709+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MY TRIPS . . .'/><title type='text'>Bohol...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/S9RUdWJfxlI/AAAAAAAAAEA/M2I57YJ21lM/s1600/11.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I should tell you...  I am not normally an early riser.  But that day was an exception.  From Cebu, we took a cab very early in the morning, disturbing the birds lounging about looking for unsuspecting worms, and hurried to the nearby port to take a ferry into Bohol.  It took about an hour or two and&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/S9RQnlrBE4I/AAAAAAAAADI/23LimFH3YjI/s1600/DSC03994.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464080888964912002" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/S9RQnlrBE4I/AAAAAAAAADI/23LimFH3YjI/s200/DSC03994.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 150px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the bit of sea sickness I had was totally worth it when we finally arrived.  We took a van to tour Bohol and it’s truly an awesome sight visiting the tourist spots! First stop, we saw the popular tarsier which may be one of the weirdest animals, because apart from being cute, you’re not supposed to touch or startle them because they have suicidal tendencies.  They are said to be the smallest monkey in the world and can only be found&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/S9RRSkNZwUI/AAAAAAAAADQ/qJ2uUAny5D0/s1600/tarsier_2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464081627306639682" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/S9RRSkNZwUI/AAAAAAAAADQ/qJ2uUAny5D0/s200/tarsier_2.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 200px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 148px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; in Bohol. Along the way, we dropped by the famous Chocolate Hills, the choco-mounds-like hills wherein you have to climb quite a lot of steps to view &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/S9RRpznIy-I/AAAAAAAAADY/D3lhFZDngbc/s1600/06052009556.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464082026578103266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/S9RRpznIy-I/AAAAAAAAADY/D3lhFZDngbc/s200/06052009556.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 150px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the breathtaking grandeur. Also worth visiting is the butterfly farm wherein we saw and even petted a few colorful and unique butterflies.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/S9RSlvT8NQI/AAAAAAAAADo/ErvOR41cbwA/s1600/P6050227.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464083056215995650" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/S9RSlvT8NQI/AAAAAAAAADo/ErvOR41cbwA/s200/P6050227.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 150px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  What amazed me more is the Bilar man-made forest.  It was said that the forest was created when former students of a local school each planted a tree on what now served as one of the top spots in Bohol.  The uniformity of the height of&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/S9RSCUVGGUI/AAAAAAAAADg/mssknm57wDM/s1600/DSC04030.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464082447677659458" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/S9RSCUVGGUI/AAAAAAAAADg/mssknm57wDM/s200/DSC04030.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 150px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the mahogany trees and the abrupt cooling of the temperature once you enter the forest makes it quite awesome.  After touring these spots, we were famished so we headed to the Loboc River for the floating restaurant.  On our way, we passed by the Loboc Church and I was a little curious because there was a bridge in front of it that was only half done.  I was told that to complete the bridge, the centuries old Loboc church will need to be demolished. Luckily, that has been avoided. Rumor has it that this bridge was actually never to be built at all, but should serve as a cover-up for some scheme to funnel public money to private hands. Somehow, the scheme was thwarted, and the bridge got actually built..  Or at least half of it.  Well anyway, I was excited with our river cruise so we chose from the choices of food offered and chose the first float that was to sail.  It was relaxing to eat while floating through the river and listening to the band playing Filipino music.  We even passed by some locals wh&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/S9RT9uGw82I/AAAAAAAAAD4/YGtFoJK8zHo/s1600/floating+resto.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464084567720784738" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/S9RT9uGw82I/AAAAAAAAAD4/YGtFoJK8zHo/s200/floating+resto.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 149px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;o performed Filipino cultural songs and dances.  It took about an hour or two and although  I enjoyed the ride, I was itching to get to the beach so we asked to be driven to our resort already.   I love sand, I love the sun, I love beaches…  But nothing compares to the beaches in Bohol!  The sand was finer than milk, and the water was&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/S9RU2qfEIRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/pQa6ih76ajQ/s1600/beach.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464085546001506578" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/S9RU2qfEIRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/pQa6ih76ajQ/s200/beach.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 149px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; clear blue and sparkling.  We stayed at the Dumaluan Beach Resort in Panglao which offers great rooms and amenities but a little on the costly side when it comes to food and water activities.  Every muscle in my body sagged in relaxation as we sprawled around the beach under the cool shade of coconut trees listening to the lapping of the water and watching great bodies being flaunted about in beach wear.  Much of the day was spent in complete relaxation and partying at night.  All in all, Bohol is probably one of the best places to visit in the Philippines.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133723421904536696-273816608672391891?l=joahnas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/feeds/273816608672391891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2010/04/bohol.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/273816608672391891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/273816608672391891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2010/04/bohol.html' title='Bohol...'/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11462259846611544694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRJJ7V1ljLI/AAAAAAAAAJY/hbpr2Bosit0/S220/Copy%2Bof%2Bpixx%2B307.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/S9RQnlrBE4I/AAAAAAAAADI/23LimFH3YjI/s72-c/DSC03994.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133723421904536696.post-627754943667531336</id><published>2010-04-25T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T02:44:11.709+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MY TRIPS . . .'/><title type='text'>Cebu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/S9QdLdtqsvI/AAAAAAAAACY/yLboBcIz_Ng/s1600/DSC03818.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464024330699191026" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/S9QdLdtqsvI/AAAAAAAAACY/yLboBcIz_Ng/s200/DSC03818.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 150px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Cortiz%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype name="PlaceType" namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype name="PlaceName" namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype name="place" namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;              I was so exuberant about this trip as                                                 I've heard so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;about this place and its beautiful scenic s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;pots. What could be more damping than a storm &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/S9QcsEXAIMI/AAAAAAAAACQ/DL1ZmfTJ_80/s1600/P6040140.JPG" onblur="try    {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464023791317295298" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/S9QcsEXAIMI/AAAAAAAAACQ/DL1ZmfTJ_80/s200/P6040140.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 150px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;on the very day we were about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;to leave! Even more fascinating was that after a short 30-minute plane ride, we were greeted from rainy manila into Cebu by humid weather and a brilliant sunshine perfect for the beach. We checked into Days hotel, which was not a superb idea as it was a bit farther from the city. Excited as we were, we did not waste time hanging about and rented a van straight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;away to tour us into the city. The weather was hot in the very essence of the word, far more hotter and humid than manila, it saps your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/S9QbhwW6WVI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Q7bHO35UdNU/s1600/06042009539.jpg" onblur="try    {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464022514637887826" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/S9QbhwW6WVI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Q7bHO35UdNU/s200/06042009539.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 150px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;strength. The city was s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;warmed with jeepneys, all brightly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;colored and chromed out like low riders on steroids. The people speak cebuano an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;d it is a little strange to hear vendors even more versed in English than you are.   Cebu has some interesting sites, such as: Fort San Pedro, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;a fort from the 1560s with 8 foot thick walls and a great interior garden area; Basilica del Santo Nino and Cebu Cathedral, which ho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;uses the oldest religious relic in the Philippines brought here by Magellan in 1575; and Magellans Cross, which marks the location where missionaries first baptized Filipinos as Christains in 1521. Another is the Taoist temple, which is a must see especially for photography buffs. The entrance to the temple is a replica of the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Great Wall of China&lt;/st1:place&gt;. The temple includes a chapel, a library,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt; a souvenir shop and a wishing well. The spacious balconies offe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/S9Qb1DwjE1I/AAAAAAAAACA/fXU-PnaBlsg/s1600/DSC03894.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464022846263202642" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/S9Qb1DwjE1I/AAAAAAAAACA/fXU-PnaBlsg/s200/DSC03894.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 150px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt; a scenic view of downtown Cebu and the awesome dragon statue.The &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Cebu&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Taoist&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Temple&lt;/st1:placetype&gt; is located in Beverly Hills Subdivision in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Cebu&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;City&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. The temple was built by &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Cebu&lt;/st1:place&gt;'s substantial Chinese community, with an elevation of 300 meters above sea level.  The temple is a towering, multi-tiered, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;multi-hued attraction &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;acces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;sible by three se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;parate winding ro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;utes. After touring, we were taken on this off site resto for lunch, overlooking the beach and offering local cuisine where you were given the choice of fresh meat and fish and have it cooked the way you prefer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;The only downside to the place was the visayan music that kept playing and playing disrupting the peace. After a satisfying lunch, we visit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;ed Shangrila Hotel and the beach was sensational! All white and fine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/S9QcLdR9C6I/AAAAAAAAACI/KZCyj9Ie8zc/s1600/DSC_0001.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464023231071325090" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/S9QcLdR9C6I/AAAAAAAAACI/KZCyj9Ie8zc/s200/DSC_0001.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 134px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;beautiful people and catching scenery, I was really sorry we did not check in t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;o the hotel. It was getting dark by the time we were through and it was almost time for one of the reasons we came to Cebu... the skywalk and edge coaster!  It was a thrilling experience especially  for a person with fear of heights l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;ike me.  It allows one to walk the outer rim of the hotel tower on four-foot wide walk path with no hand rails. The walk path is found on the 37th floor of the hotel tower.  There is no reason however to fear since each walker will be hooked on an overhead safety harness system, the same one used in James Bond &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;movie stunts. Trained mountaineering and rescue teams will be there to assist the walkers in order to ensure th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;eir safety. T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;he Skywalker can accommodate ten people.  It was truly an experience!  Although, if you wanted a remembrance, you would have to buy their photo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;s since cam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;eras are not allowed inside.  Anyway, after this activity, the day was done a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;nd we were completel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;y famished and spent.  We went to Mr A for dinner, a resto-b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;ar with great food,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt; drinks, and ambian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;ce overl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;ook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;ing cebu.  Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;u can enjoy the great music with the cool night wind blowing which was totally relaxing.  And that was it... Our great day in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Cebu&lt;/st1:place&gt;...  We hurried back to our hotel to recharge for our next adventure on the nearby island.  Next stop.. &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Bohol&lt;/st1:place&gt;!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133723421904536696-627754943667531336?l=joahnas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/feeds/627754943667531336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2010/04/cebu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/627754943667531336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133723421904536696/posts/default/627754943667531336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joahnas.blogspot.com/2010/04/cebu.html' title='Cebu...'/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11462259846611544694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/TRJJ7V1ljLI/AAAAAAAAAJY/hbpr2Bosit0/S220/Copy%2Bof%2Bpixx%2B307.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNNVTcHj-3g/S9QdLdtqsvI/AAAAAAAAACY/yLboBcIz_Ng/s72-c/DSC03818.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
