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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_oJ49HrXy5JU/SH66g5P-FLI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ohxdBzWM4q8/S220/toinx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061207017796148783.post-806598761976876018</id><published>2011-12-06T20:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T20:10:59.612-08:00</updated><title type='text'>from Ate Mimi's post..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;One day, I hopped into a taxi and took off for the airport. We were driving in the right lane when suddenly, a black car, jumped out of a parking space right in front of us. My taxi driver slammed the brakes, skidded, and missed the other car by just inches! The driver of the other car whipped his head around and started yelling at us. My taxi driver just smiled and waved at the guy. I mean, was r&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;"&gt;...eally friendly. So I asked, "Why did you just do that? This guy almost ruined your car and sent us to the hospital!" This is when my taxi driver taught me what I now call, 'The Law of the Garbage Truck'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He explained, "Many people are like garbage trucks. They run around full of garbage, full of frustration, full of anger, and full of disappointment. As their garbage piles up, they need a place to dump it and sometimes they'll dump it on you. NEVER take it personally. Just smile, wave, wish them well, and move on with the routine life." Don't take their garbage and spread it to other people at work, at home or on the streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bottom line is that successful people do not let garbage trucks take over their day. Life's too short to wake up in the morning with regrets, so...... 'Love the people who treat you right.. Pray for the ones who don't.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very rightly said quote: Life is 10% what you make and 90% how you take it&lt;/span&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/1061207017796148783-806598761976876018?l=beamjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beamjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/806598761976876018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1061207017796148783&amp;postID=806598761976876018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061207017796148783/posts/default/806598761976876018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061207017796148783/posts/default/806598761976876018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beamjoy.blogspot.com/2011/12/from-ate-mimis-post.html' title='from Ate Mimi&apos;s post..'/><author><name>flare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00577770253239220151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_oJ49HrXy5JU/SH66g5P-FLI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ohxdBzWM4q8/S220/toinx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061207017796148783.post-2045965627994355180</id><published>2011-10-28T04:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T04:13:36.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Sabbath!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I love this video of Maam Vicky during the 1st Davao Choral Workshop...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dl style="margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-top: 0.2em;"&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; margin-left: 1.6em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lord, make me an instrument of your peace.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; margin-left: 1.6em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Where there is hatred, let me sow love.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; margin-left: 1.6em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Where there is injury, pardon.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; margin-left: 1.6em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Where there is doubt, faith.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; margin-left: 1.6em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Where there is despair, hope.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; margin-left: 1.6em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Where there is darkness, light.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; margin-left: 1.6em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Where there is sadness, joy.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;dl style="margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-top: 0.2em;"&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; margin-left: 1.6em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;O Divine Master,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; margin-left: 1.6em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled, as to console;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; margin-left: 1.6em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;to be understood, as to understand;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; margin-left: 1.6em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;to be loved, as to love.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; margin-left: 1.6em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;For it is in giving that we receive.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; margin-left: 1.6em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;It is in pardoning that we are pardoned,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; margin-left: 1.6em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;and it is in dying that we are born to Eternal Life.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;dl style="margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-top: 0.2em;"&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; margin-left: 1.6em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Amen.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/AJgTszUKAbs/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AJgTszUKAbs&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AJgTszUKAbs&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; margin-left: 1.6em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1061207017796148783-2045965627994355180?l=beamjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beamjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/2045965627994355180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1061207017796148783&amp;postID=2045965627994355180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061207017796148783/posts/default/2045965627994355180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061207017796148783/posts/default/2045965627994355180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beamjoy.blogspot.com/2011/10/happy-sabbath.html' title='Happy Sabbath!'/><author><name>flare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00577770253239220151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_oJ49HrXy5JU/SH66g5P-FLI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ohxdBzWM4q8/S220/toinx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061207017796148783.post-1128884884454038948</id><published>2011-10-12T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T23:33:33.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I think i gonna be crazyT_T...but i have to be strong...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/hUxVWVLmkDY/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hUxVWVLmkDY&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hUxVWVLmkDY&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&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/1061207017796148783-1128884884454038948?l=beamjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beamjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/1128884884454038948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1061207017796148783&amp;postID=1128884884454038948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061207017796148783/posts/default/1128884884454038948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061207017796148783/posts/default/1128884884454038948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beamjoy.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-think-i-gonna-be-crazyttbut-i-have-to.html' title='I think i gonna be crazyT_T...but i have to be strong...'/><author><name>flare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00577770253239220151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_oJ49HrXy5JU/SH66g5P-FLI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ohxdBzWM4q8/S220/toinx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061207017796148783.post-6468648382712489126</id><published>2011-10-12T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T23:31:34.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lD4S6SuthL0/TpaFivOimSI/AAAAAAAAAIw/58ORAByNiY8/s1600/tumblr_kv00jiFLks1qawgpeo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="217" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lD4S6SuthL0/TpaFivOimSI/AAAAAAAAAIw/58ORAByNiY8/s320/tumblr_kv00jiFLks1qawgpeo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I found this old photo of mine in my Tumblr stash...hehe...so happy to see this...^_^&lt;/div&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/1061207017796148783-6468648382712489126?l=beamjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beamjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/6468648382712489126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1061207017796148783&amp;postID=6468648382712489126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061207017796148783/posts/default/6468648382712489126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061207017796148783/posts/default/6468648382712489126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beamjoy.blogspot.com/2011/10/busy-day.html' title='Busy Day...'/><author><name>flare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00577770253239220151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_oJ49HrXy5JU/SH66g5P-FLI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ohxdBzWM4q8/S220/toinx.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lD4S6SuthL0/TpaFivOimSI/AAAAAAAAAIw/58ORAByNiY8/s72-c/tumblr_kv00jiFLks1qawgpeo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061207017796148783.post-6296258265109145920</id><published>2011-10-06T00:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T00:23:39.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ang Mga Babae</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Moody: Inborn na sa mga babae to. Kung badtrip kami, wag&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;"&gt;niyo nang sasabayan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Pag sinabi naming nagtatampo kami, lambing lang katapat: Yung salitang tampo way lang namin yun para sabihing lambingin niyo kami. Konting I love you niyo lang, okay na kami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Gusto namin yung palagi kaming kino-compliment: Pag may bago sa itsura namin, gusto naming mapansin niyo. Kasi nakakataas ng self-confidence namin yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Pag napansin niyong naging sersyoso yung mga text namin, may mali: Kapag ganun, may nagawa kayong di namin nagustuhan. Kaya be alert. Kapag sinabe naming wala, meron talaga. Nahihiya lang kami. Kaya pilitin niyo kaming sabihin sa inyo. At pagtapos naming masabi, konting lambing lang. Back to normal na ulit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Selosa kami: Kaya iwasan niyong makipag harutan sa ibang girls. Lalo na sa harapan namin. Pero may ibang babae na tahimik lang kung mag-selos. Inoobserabahan lang kayo. Pero kapag napuno, simula na ng away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Kaming mga babae, normal lang ang ma-attract sa mga gwapo: Hanggang tingin lang kami. Kasi hindi naman na namin makikita ulit. Ma-attract man kami sa 1M lalaki, ang puso namin ay para lang sa tunay naming mahal. Ganun din naman kayong mga lalaki. Kapag nakakita ng maganda at sexy. Magaling lang kayong magtago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Kaming mga babae, pinagmamalaki namin yung mga mahal namin ng hindi nila nalalaman: Katulad nalang sa mga GM (Group Message), Facebook at TUMBLR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Ayaw namin sa mga manliligaw na nagmamadali: Yung tipo ng mga lalaking laging nagtatanong kung kailan ba namin sila sasagutin. Naiirita kami. Kaya dapat maging matiyaga kayo kasi dun namin nalalaman kung sino talaga kayo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Kapag malungkot o tahimik kami, gusto namin ng yakap galing sa inyo: Kasi iba yung pakiramdam kapag hawak niyo na kami. Gumagaan yung pakiramdam namin. :"&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Gustong gusto namin yung mga lalaking malaki ang respeto samin: Yung tipong pag ayaw namin magpa-kiss, hindi niyo gagawin. Instead, lalambingin ka na lang sa ibang paraan. Ang pinaka gusto naming kiss, kiss on the forehead. It symbolizes, respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Ang nagpapa-turn on samin ay yung lalaking protective: Yung kapag kasama namin kayo, feeling namin safe na safe kami. Walang mangyayaring masama at hindi kami ilalagay sa panganib.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Ayaw namin sa lalaking hanggang text lang: Kung mahal niyo talaga kami, patunayan niyo sa personal. Wag yung sa text lang kayo magaling. Magpaka-lalaki kayo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Sobra kaming natutuwa sa mga lalaking ma-effort: Yung kahit walang special day, feel mo eh special ang araw araw niyo. Kasi sobrang nakakatuwa kapag ang lalaki laging nagpuput in ng effort. Feeling naming babae eh, isa kaming prinsesa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Ang pangarap naming mga babae yung ipapakilala kami ng mga lalaki sa kanilang mga barkada at lalo na sakanilang pamilya: Feeling namin kami na yung pinaka maswerteng babae sa mundo. Kasi iilan lang ang lalaking naglalakas loob ipakilala kami sa parents at barkada nila. Yung iba kasi nahihiya. At feeling din nmin angkin na angkin na namin ang isang lalaki dahil nakilala na namin ang mga taong bumubuo sa buhay niya. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Magaling kaming mag-pretend: Kapag nasasaktan kami, nagpapaka-manhind kami. Kapag may nakitang di maganda, nagbubulagbulagan kami. Kapag may narinig na mali, nagbibingibingihan kami. Pero kapag mag-isa nalang kami, dun kami naglalabas ng sakit. Dun kami umiiyak. Kaya ang pangarap naming lalaki is yung sensitive enough sa mga nararamdaman namin. Yung kayang magtanong hanggang sa umamin kami.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/1061207017796148783-6296258265109145920?l=beamjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beamjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/6296258265109145920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1061207017796148783&amp;postID=6296258265109145920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061207017796148783/posts/default/6296258265109145920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061207017796148783/posts/default/6296258265109145920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beamjoy.blogspot.com/2011/10/ang-mga-babae.html' title='Ang Mga Babae'/><author><name>flare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00577770253239220151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_oJ49HrXy5JU/SH66g5P-FLI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ohxdBzWM4q8/S220/toinx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061207017796148783.post-3535899262019623024</id><published>2011-08-19T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T23:44:23.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On This Blessed Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Going back on the things i did this week, I could just count the times I called on Him. I spent too much time on trying to figure out things like how to make them work, how to solve complications and how to entangle the tangled thoughts in my mind. But I forgot that there's only One who could help me in fixing everything. And I thank Him for giving me this day to remember Him and every good things He brought me. His will be done as always. I might be having decisions in this lifetime but it's His plan that prevails. Have A Blessed Day!!&lt;br /&gt;Now playing- "When I Cry" by Endy Asidor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/Rth24cz2lQ4/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Rth24cz2lQ4&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Rth24cz2lQ4&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&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/1061207017796148783-3535899262019623024?l=beamjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beamjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/3535899262019623024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1061207017796148783&amp;postID=3535899262019623024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061207017796148783/posts/default/3535899262019623024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061207017796148783/posts/default/3535899262019623024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beamjoy.blogspot.com/2011/08/on-this-blessed-day.html' title='On This Blessed Day'/><author><name>flare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00577770253239220151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_oJ49HrXy5JU/SH66g5P-FLI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ohxdBzWM4q8/S220/toinx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061207017796148783.post-7181929956378608481</id><published>2011-08-17T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T19:46:43.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What it means when i'm TRIMMING MY NAILS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Life is really beautiful. You meet people, you do things that make you happy, you go to lots of places. You make plans. You have lots of choices. But as you enjoy all these things, you tend to forget the boundaries. You tend to lose focus. You do your best in your work, you are nice to your friends, you are happy while you are reaching your dreams. But you tend to overdo them. And as a result, you realize one thing, you don't understand what's happening anymore. You did you best &lt;i&gt;pero may kulang at ang kulang na yun ay hindi mo ma-figure-out kung ano yun.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yan din ang nangyayari sa akin ngayon. Hindi ko maintindihan. Ewan ko bah.. &lt;/i&gt;:-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I had a deep thinking after talking to my mom. After hours of thinking and &lt;i&gt;muni-muni&lt;/i&gt;, I realized few things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;I forgot the purpose why I'm doing the things I do these days.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm falling for someone. &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100001758607045"&gt;???&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;But I don't know if choosing him is the right thing to do.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm still bombarded with bad memories &lt;i&gt;kaya hindi nakakamove-on. Sabi nga ni &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/ljkreaaloha"&gt;Kring2&lt;/a&gt;, rational thinking daw dapat. Iwasang gamitin ang frontal lobe. Hahay...ewan ko bah...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Naguluhan na talaga ako sa mga gimik ko&lt;/i&gt;. As a result, i'm back to&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;trimming my nails. &lt;/b&gt;Trimming my nails means giving myself a rehabilitation. Sounds weird, right? haha...Well, I don't know something else that would help me more effectively. As a counselor, I have to organize my thoughts. Nobody can help me with this but I alone. Thanks to my friends, I was able to keep my composure somehow.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I guess this is going to be a long vacation. Followers?? Thanks for reading. Watch out for my articles...hehe...I made two stories for Doug, 1 poem for Liza and 2 poems for Xangy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. For comments, violent reactions ^_^ and suggestions, PM me at Facebook (look for my facebook badge at the upper right side of the blog), or email me:&lt;a href="mailto:jayohwhy082791@hotmail.com"&gt; jayohwhy082791@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1061207017796148783-7181929956378608481?l=beamjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beamjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/7181929956378608481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1061207017796148783&amp;postID=7181929956378608481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061207017796148783/posts/default/7181929956378608481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061207017796148783/posts/default/7181929956378608481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beamjoy.blogspot.com/2011/08/what-it-means-when-im-trimming-my-nails.html' title='What it means when i&apos;m TRIMMING MY NAILS'/><author><name>flare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00577770253239220151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_oJ49HrXy5JU/SH66g5P-FLI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ohxdBzWM4q8/S220/toinx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061207017796148783.post-3896215963583894199</id><published>2011-08-17T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T18:47:02.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Self-Rehab??? What's that???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Things are going so strange nowadays. It seems I lose focus. And now, my good old blog is here to comfort me as what it always does. Since my mind is cluttered, I decided to undergo self-rehabilitation&amp;nbsp;again. This is just for my own good so I won't be bothered with so much pressure and so I can go on with my normal routine. Ijust listed the advantages and disadvantages when i'm doing the self-rehab:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disadvantages:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'd be loading my phone for just once a week- which means loose communication with everyone.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'd be online for once a week - it means I'd have to update my blogs when it's already time to.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have to tighten my budget even in spending for my food.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No TV. Read more books.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go home early. No more GIMIK!! -it means I'd have to stay at home as often as i could. I'd be missing some events.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Advantages:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tipid...Hahaha...I can save my money&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can write more articles.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will finish reading my books.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can give more time thinking on how to rearrange my thoughts.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'd be seeking for God's guidance more so that every single thing would be according to His will.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can give myself a chance to forget everything in the past, move on and change for the better.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'd be able to set my priorities and make better decisions.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1061207017796148783-3896215963583894199?l=beamjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beamjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/3896215963583894199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1061207017796148783&amp;postID=3896215963583894199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061207017796148783/posts/default/3896215963583894199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061207017796148783/posts/default/3896215963583894199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beamjoy.blogspot.com/2011/08/self-rehab-whats-that.html' title='Self-Rehab??? What&apos;s that???'/><author><name>flare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00577770253239220151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_oJ49HrXy5JU/SH66g5P-FLI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ohxdBzWM4q8/S220/toinx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061207017796148783.post-6220002792950255438</id><published>2011-08-11T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T06:29:09.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't want to fall for you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/VoHhlee47y4/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VoHhlee47y4&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VoHhlee47y4&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&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/1061207017796148783-6220002792950255438?l=beamjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beamjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/6220002792950255438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1061207017796148783&amp;postID=6220002792950255438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061207017796148783/posts/default/6220002792950255438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061207017796148783/posts/default/6220002792950255438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beamjoy.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-dont-want-to-fall-for-you.html' title='I don&apos;t want to fall for you...'/><author><name>flare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00577770253239220151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_oJ49HrXy5JU/SH66g5P-FLI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ohxdBzWM4q8/S220/toinx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061207017796148783.post-1664788817962258851</id><published>2011-07-10T00:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T00:46:55.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Week of June</title><content type='html'>This last week of June 2011 has been one of the most tragic weeks in the lives of many Davaoeños. Sunod-sunod ang mga pangyayari:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;On Monday, June 27, may nagsalpukang sasakyan. One truck lost its brake habang pababa ng &lt;a href="http://www.philippinesdailyphotos.com/2009/10/jacks-ridge-resort-and-restaurant-shrine-hills-matina-davao-city-philippines-8000/"&gt;Shrine Hills, Matina&lt;/a&gt;  palabas ng Highway fronting the Matina Gallera. Eh tamang-tama Traffic  Lights turned Green that says vehicles are moving which included other  vehicles sa aksidente like taxi and multicab. Many died in that  accident. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;On Wednesday, June 28, an almost 7-feet flash flood hit Davao  which took 31 lives. Many families lost their houses that resides near  the Pangi River. Bangkal and Matina were also struck by the deadly  flood. Fellow Davaoeños/Filipinos showed their love to the victims by  giving relief goods and some other donations. Mayor Sara and Vice Mayor  Rodrigo Duterte reinforced by participating the rescue operation riding  the rubber boats with the coast guard, army and other local government  units. But the story doesn't end there. There is always a rainbow after  the rain. Here are some photos of the disaster. (Courtesy of &lt;a href="http://rolandjumawan.multiply.com/journal/item/1"&gt;Roland Jumawan&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Joemar-Lamata-Photography/182258091797474"&gt;Joemar Lamata&lt;/a&gt;) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l_Ge5lhcOLk/ThlXyx28A9I/AAAAAAAAAIM/qLLJfZoY5o8/s1600/s1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l_Ge5lhcOLk/ThlXyx28A9I/AAAAAAAAAIM/qLLJfZoY5o8/s320/s1.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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q5zlbZwygD8/ThlX0LrsYnI/AAAAAAAAAIU/JPI5-tu4M80/s1600/s3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q5zlbZwygD8/ThlX0LrsYnI/AAAAAAAAAIU/JPI5-tu4M80/s400/s3.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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I am back to being a tutor in a tutorial and review center. I am not that good in teaching but i love kids though. But today, the kids don't have class and i'm into messing up with the internet. I've been watching more videos...&lt;br /&gt;Now Playing&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/PYT11JvLbHY/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PYT11JvLbHY&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PYT11JvLbHY&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The next video is my favorite. Even if i watched it a hundred times already, i still love the song... So sweet...&lt;br /&gt;&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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/pIz2K3ArrWk/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pIz2K3ArrWk&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pIz2K3ArrWk&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;As many times as i blink i think of you tonight....&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good day. Got to sleep now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1061207017796148783-3284023363801446719?l=beamjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beamjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/3284023363801446719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1061207017796148783&amp;postID=3284023363801446719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061207017796148783/posts/default/3284023363801446719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061207017796148783/posts/default/3284023363801446719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beamjoy.blogspot.com/2011/06/whats-up.html' title='What&apos;s up?'/><author><name>flare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00577770253239220151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_oJ49HrXy5JU/SH66g5P-FLI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ohxdBzWM4q8/S220/toinx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061207017796148783.post-4174128367862562077</id><published>2011-06-16T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T01:16:08.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts...Thoughts...Thoughts...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Hiya blogspot! I've had a relaxing day with my sisters and niece. And now I'm back to drop some stuffs the usual way. One thing I realize whenever I open my blog is, my thoughts are always scattered. I just don't know why. But today it's getting better. I will just have to list some of the things that keep my mind busy so that somehow I could tidy things up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;I need to get a job- Staying at home is not a good thing for me. I'm not that typical girl-next-door who loves to bake or cook or do household chores. I need to earn. I want to make the whole semester useful. I want to get busy. That's it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I miss school- look how cluttered my mind is. I need to get a job but i miss school...Simply because I am use to being a busy person, running errands, etc. When i was at school, I was not really the ordinary school girl who maintains grades. I was the extracurricular-stuffs-addict. I had Southern Ambassadors- a singing group just like Glee Club; I had Peer Counselors Society- i was a peer counselor then; I had Junior People Management Association of the Philippines- a society of junior managers but in our chapter we ended up being foodies :-). I miss assisting people and office-hopping. But the real thing is, I miss the stuffs I use to learn at school than in the real world. Real world challenges are much harder. So I choose to learn little things at school. :-(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xSnisSBrY8g/TfnzY1E42hI/AAAAAAAAAHo/GzoPCiUaIhE/s1600/googiw_wallpaper_cat_-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xSnisSBrY8g/TfnzY1E42hI/AAAAAAAAAHo/GzoPCiUaIhE/s1600/googiw_wallpaper_cat_-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'll be an aunt again. It's either another niece or a nephew. No one knows what but I'm sure it would be another blessing for my family.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My high school classmates have been looking for me. Haha!! I miss them already but i still need some things to get straighten up before going out with them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm excited about the year's activities with the group I'm holding now- Toril Lightbearers Club wherein talents are developed and used for God's service.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-atZecu09N8c/TfnzpmzacOI/AAAAAAAAAHs/3c0Ng8Ro9JU/s1600/11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-atZecu09N8c/TfnzpmzacOI/AAAAAAAAAHs/3c0Ng8Ro9JU/s320/11.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm singing for Chera May's Wedding this July so I'm listening to the song they want me to sing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/nQ49SoWEjAo/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nQ49SoWEjAo&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nQ49SoWEjAo&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After thinking about all these, I hope I would have a nice weekend...weee...I've been thinking too much about everything...Good night everyone!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1061207017796148783-4174128367862562077?l=beamjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beamjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/4174128367862562077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1061207017796148783&amp;postID=4174128367862562077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061207017796148783/posts/default/4174128367862562077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061207017796148783/posts/default/4174128367862562077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beamjoy.blogspot.com/2011/06/thoughtsthoughtsthoughts.html' title='Thoughts...Thoughts...Thoughts...'/><author><name>flare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00577770253239220151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_oJ49HrXy5JU/SH66g5P-FLI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ohxdBzWM4q8/S220/toinx.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xSnisSBrY8g/TfnzY1E42hI/AAAAAAAAAHo/GzoPCiUaIhE/s72-c/googiw_wallpaper_cat_-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061207017796148783.post-5876057679787145869</id><published>2011-04-22T02:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T02:23:03.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scattered</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;My thoughts are scattered today. Sometimes it goes back to the days that all I care about are my toys, my&amp;nbsp;best friend&amp;nbsp;was my mother and the only man in my life was my dad. And I realize as i get older, things are&amp;nbsp;getting&amp;nbsp;more complicated. I think i have to regain composure after everything that happened to me. And each time I lose hope, i am glad to find the answer that it all happened for a reason. Now i understand that He might be giving a heavier burden to bear that is why He's making me endure these things now. I admit that some of these happen because I want it to.... tsk...tsk... I don't know what to write anymore... Till next time... bub-bye...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1061207017796148783-5876057679787145869?l=beamjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beamjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/5876057679787145869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1061207017796148783&amp;postID=5876057679787145869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061207017796148783/posts/default/5876057679787145869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061207017796148783/posts/default/5876057679787145869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beamjoy.blogspot.com/2011/04/scattered.html' title='Scattered'/><author><name>flare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00577770253239220151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_oJ49HrXy5JU/SH66g5P-FLI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ohxdBzWM4q8/S220/toinx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061207017796148783.post-625205230335955698</id><published>2011-02-07T02:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T02:08:48.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joy on Letting Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Memories. They are the most unchangeable things when almost everything changed. Persons, relationships, and feelings change. And they undoubtedly hurt people who have loved so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a sword, fire is the change that melts an individual's life, molding it into a new refined piece. We don't have to fight the changes. We just have to face and accept them. Holding on to memories is the best way to overcome them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love comes, love goes and so does each person in your life. You can not keep them as long as you want for they would eventually leave if they intended to. Hard as it may seem, you need to let go. You need to give them space to find their selves. You need to let them be even when it's hurting you because that's the real essence of love, watching them leave though it gives you pain. When someone is truly destined for you, he/she would come back after he/she has seen the worst and the best faces of the world. That person would come back and lie in your arms knowing they found the real home in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is just a cycle of finding, keeping, hurting, letting go, growing,moving and finding love again. It is also synonymous with life. And as long as you know how to deal with it, you'll absolutely find ways to be happy. Despite everything you've gone through, you will choose to be happy even when there's no hope in finding it, you will know how to, because you dealt with life, you dealt with pain. And you felt them until it hurts no more. You don't have to be sad all the way. You just have to understand, deal with it, and let it be. And you always have to remember that it is still best to let go, move on, and grow. For when something/someone is really meant for you, he/she would come to you willingly without making the person do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So just live life, let go, move on, and.....grow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1061207017796148783-625205230335955698?l=beamjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beamjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/625205230335955698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1061207017796148783&amp;postID=625205230335955698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061207017796148783/posts/default/625205230335955698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061207017796148783/posts/default/625205230335955698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beamjoy.blogspot.com/2011/02/joy-on-letting-go.html' title='Joy on Letting Go'/><author><name>flare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00577770253239220151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_oJ49HrXy5JU/SH66g5P-FLI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ohxdBzWM4q8/S220/toinx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061207017796148783.post-8980382458877163736</id><published>2010-10-02T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T20:57:32.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have uploaded another interesting video. Just click through this link.&lt;br /&gt;You'll find my &lt;a href="http://powerjoy.tumblr.com/"&gt;footprints in the sand&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1061207017796148783-8980382458877163736?l=beamjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beamjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/8980382458877163736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1061207017796148783&amp;postID=8980382458877163736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061207017796148783/posts/default/8980382458877163736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061207017796148783/posts/default/8980382458877163736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beamjoy.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-have-uploaded-another-interesting.html' title=''/><author><name>flare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00577770253239220151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_oJ49HrXy5JU/SH66g5P-FLI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ohxdBzWM4q8/S220/toinx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061207017796148783.post-3060409322382783951</id><published>2010-10-01T01:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T01:58:20.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all coming back to me now</title><content type='html'>It's been two months since i posted another entry on this lonely page of mine. So here i am. Back to scribbling my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My days has been full of exceptional hues. Some are dark, some are light and vibrant. But each time i try to make things right, i find myself thinking of the people who hurt me. And suddenly, the thought would change the mood of the day. I resent myself for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly i told myself to forget everything about the past because it would just cause me to loathe myself more. I want to love myself more than anybody else because learning to love one's self is the greatest love of all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i have to do now is move forward though it's all coming back to me now. Everything just keeps on haunting me in a flash. May God help me in this battle inside my mind. I need to concentrate more on my career and business and it's all for my own good. Eventhough how sad the story is, i still have to see life on the brighter side though all things are coming back. This is like navigating through seas. You don't have to pass in the same wind, you have to encounter all types of weather and face the ocean so you'll get to the place you wanted to go to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As this day ends, and as i face the Holy day of rest, i need to remind myself of two short words. SAIL ON.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1061207017796148783-3060409322382783951?l=beamjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beamjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/3060409322382783951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1061207017796148783&amp;postID=3060409322382783951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061207017796148783/posts/default/3060409322382783951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061207017796148783/posts/default/3060409322382783951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beamjoy.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-all-coming-back-to-me-now.html' title='It&apos;s all coming back to me now'/><author><name>flare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00577770253239220151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_oJ49HrXy5JU/SH66g5P-FLI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ohxdBzWM4q8/S220/toinx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061207017796148783.post-2097384199957366529</id><published>2010-08-01T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T19:54:07.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleared</title><content type='html'>This morning i woke up with bliss inside knowing Dad's home already. But the feeling eases when i realized everything's not settled yet. I easily remembered i have to go online for updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:30 am- I opened my facebook messages and found out i got one, as expected, the message was from him. I won't mention the whole message but to be concise, it's all cleared up. I guess it gave me relief, at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have to expect anything anymore. Thanks for this good, somehow sad news, but at least it gives me the sign that now have to go on with my peaceful life and never be bothered by thoughts of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go but before that, im going to leave my spot a message..&lt;br /&gt;"We don't have to kepp someone for too long. Because eventually, people come, people go. We just have to accept everything. Because everything happens for a reason. We just have to live life...feel life...enjoy life...and lastly, love life. For life is the greatest gift God has given us." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good morning..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1061207017796148783-2097384199957366529?l=beamjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beamjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/2097384199957366529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1061207017796148783&amp;postID=2097384199957366529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061207017796148783/posts/default/2097384199957366529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061207017796148783/posts/default/2097384199957366529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beamjoy.blogspot.com/2010/08/cleared.html' title='Cleared'/><author><name>flare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00577770253239220151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_oJ49HrXy5JU/SH66g5P-FLI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ohxdBzWM4q8/S220/toinx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061207017796148783.post-5052233884470312840</id><published>2010-06-14T23:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T23:26:59.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Joy of Service</title><content type='html'>June 13-14, 2010 marked the days of new learning for the student leaders of Cor Jesu College. Held at Shrine Hills, lectures were absorbed and activities were participated by various organization leaders of CJC. They were accordingly participative and were willing to learn new things for the good of their organizations as well as their growth as student leaders and, eventually, as future leaders of this country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like them, I was so blessed to learn from the event too. The speaker and good friend of mine, Robin Charles Ramos, invited me to come along and assist him in the said activity. Without knowing of what will be the outcome, I grabbed the opportunity. There i met Sheryl Mae Ortizano, an active fellow who comes from a family of faithful stewards. Since then, the three of us became the organizing team of the workshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole experience was amazing. Although I’ve tried organizing such events at school, the difference is that I was able to meet another set of people from the neighbor institution of my school. facilitating them was worth the hard work. Each one learned through intellectual inputs that Robin discussed to them with the assistance of Sheryl and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made new friends, built linkages, and shared my knowledge. I learned different things from this 2-day program. Though there’s many to mention, I want to state few of those stuffs I learned. I learned that it is still best to serve others, because God is doing the rest for us, He knows what we need. He just wants to see our willingness without hesitation and the pureness of our intention to share what we have to others without expecting something in return. Another thing i learned especially from Rob is to expect the unexpected. Each one of us doesn’t know what lies ahead, but all we need to do is to trust the Supreme Being, do His will, and accept everything. God’s plans are unpredictable. He knows what’s best for us so we just have to develop our passion to serve and expect the unexpected.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1061207017796148783-5052233884470312840?l=beamjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beamjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/5052233884470312840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1061207017796148783&amp;postID=5052233884470312840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061207017796148783/posts/default/5052233884470312840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061207017796148783/posts/default/5052233884470312840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beamjoy.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-joy-of-service.html' title='My Joy of Service'/><author><name>flare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00577770253239220151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_oJ49HrXy5JU/SH66g5P-FLI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ohxdBzWM4q8/S220/toinx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061207017796148783.post-5697952537321274690</id><published>2009-11-24T03:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T03:37:41.704-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untamed</title><content type='html'>The eastern wind blows slowly through my hair as it welcomes the fresh Tuesday morning. It whispers softly assuring me this day is going to be a good day. I can see it in the smiles of the people around me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seems like something is missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:30. I only have thirty minutes to prepare for my Accounting class. I grabbed my towel and hurried on to the bathroom. I know I'll be late for class but it doesn't matter as a long as I'm around and my instructor would see me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:25. I arrived late. Expected. Ma'am didn't notice my tardiness. What caught her attention is my newly cut hair. I love her hearing everyone's comments but in the back of my mind those opinions doesn't matter and they won't be enough to cheer me up today. Something is really missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:15. Accounting class ended early so I still have time to squabble around. I directly went inside the internet room to update my blog. I simply scribbled down, &lt;i&gt;"Empty"&lt;/i&gt; .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1061207017796148783-5697952537321274690?l=beamjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beamjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/5697952537321274690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1061207017796148783&amp;postID=5697952537321274690' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061207017796148783/posts/default/5697952537321274690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061207017796148783/posts/default/5697952537321274690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beamjoy.blogspot.com/2009/11/untamed.html' title='Untamed'/><author><name>flare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00577770253239220151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_oJ49HrXy5JU/SH66g5P-FLI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ohxdBzWM4q8/S220/toinx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061207017796148783.post-8559025976878718500</id><published>2009-08-26T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T22:57:05.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Era</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJ49HrXy5JU/SpYenQv1mdI/AAAAAAAAAG0/bIMW6_fqYBM/s1600-h/1_607472052l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJ49HrXy5JU/SpYenQv1mdI/AAAAAAAAAG0/bIMW6_fqYBM/s320/1_607472052l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374516865172609490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJ49HrXy5JU/SpYdUR0JTrI/AAAAAAAAAGs/4YX1C17MPsg/s1600-h/spaceball.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 1px; height: 1px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJ49HrXy5JU/SpYdUR0JTrI/AAAAAAAAAGs/4YX1C17MPsg/s320/spaceball.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374515439529971378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJ49HrXy5JU/SpYdBWn_9MI/AAAAAAAAAGk/j7n28jPgir0/s1600-h/2345697265_9c21cd3ee2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJ49HrXy5JU/SpYdBWn_9MI/AAAAAAAAAGk/j7n28jPgir0/s320/2345697265_9c21cd3ee2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374515114403689666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is August 27, 2009. It was also a special day for the students. No classes, no worries but there are plenty of games. The remarkable CSG-ASA days still goes on this  very day.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at dawn and was disturbed by a phone call by a friend. After that, another call made my phone ring. One call after the other till my battery went out. I charged the battery and closed my eyes again. I went back to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i was up in the morning, i check my phone to see if somebody dropped a message. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;no space for new message&lt;/span&gt;... I did not count how many messages are there already but for sure they have only one meaning. Hahaha!!! It.s my day. Third, my tranquilizer, took a peek at the door and have seen me lying still in my bed. He invited me for a devotional at the auditorium but i was too tired to get up. My head hurts that time so he didn't bother to convince me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized i have no more clothes to wear so i stared to do the laundry. I manage to eat my breakfast though i don't like the food. &lt;br /&gt;My dear Third went back,he stayed with me til i finish the laundry. Well, he's one of the reasons why i didn't go home to celebrate my birthday. I want to spend it with him and , of course with my friends. He's the best gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dad called me again for the third time since last night.My Mom too, greeted me. I love them all. They're so precious for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went inside the campus and met my friends there. I heard announcements from the CSG     headquarter. Hehe... I love having plenty of friends. They're treasure i can't afford to lose. I love all of them dearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were plenty of things that i want to thank God for. And there were also resolutions i have to make as i change for the better. This is now my new world. This another new era would be the very thing i am going to face. I am now legal... Cheers!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1061207017796148783-8559025976878718500?l=beamjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beamjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/8559025976878718500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1061207017796148783&amp;postID=8559025976878718500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061207017796148783/posts/default/8559025976878718500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061207017796148783/posts/default/8559025976878718500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beamjoy.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-era.html' title='New Era'/><author><name>flare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00577770253239220151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_oJ49HrXy5JU/SH66g5P-FLI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ohxdBzWM4q8/S220/toinx.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJ49HrXy5JU/SpYenQv1mdI/AAAAAAAAAG0/bIMW6_fqYBM/s72-c/1_607472052l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061207017796148783.post-279552192157610492</id><published>2009-07-22T02:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T02:48:57.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Search Box</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="cse-search-results"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  var googleSearchIframeName = "cse-search-results";&lt;br /&gt;  var googleSearchFormName = "cse-search-box";&lt;br /&gt;  var googleSearchFrameWidth = 800;&lt;br /&gt;  var googleSearchDomain = "www.google.com";&lt;br /&gt;  var googleSearchPath = "/cse";&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.google.com/afsonline/show_afs_search.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1061207017796148783-279552192157610492?l=beamjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beamjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/279552192157610492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1061207017796148783&amp;postID=279552192157610492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061207017796148783/posts/default/279552192157610492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061207017796148783/posts/default/279552192157610492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beamjoy.blogspot.com/2009/07/search-box.html' title='Search Box'/><author><name>flare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00577770253239220151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_oJ49HrXy5JU/SH66g5P-FLI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ohxdBzWM4q8/S220/toinx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061207017796148783.post-762996697170221572</id><published>2009-07-16T02:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T02:40:18.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Now</title><content type='html'>Nothing more to say but I'm happy and relaxed... Thank God...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1061207017796148783-762996697170221572?l=beamjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beamjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/762996697170221572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1061207017796148783&amp;postID=762996697170221572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061207017796148783/posts/default/762996697170221572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061207017796148783/posts/default/762996697170221572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beamjoy.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-now.html' title='Happy Now'/><author><name>flare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00577770253239220151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_oJ49HrXy5JU/SH66g5P-FLI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ohxdBzWM4q8/S220/toinx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061207017796148783.post-8572278707176219232</id><published>2009-05-16T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T21:30:12.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer's Almost Over!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJ49HrXy5JU/Sg-RqDT5bEI/AAAAAAAAAGc/RUbdBIjCVXo/s1600-h/bjee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJ49HrXy5JU/Sg-RqDT5bEI/AAAAAAAAAGc/RUbdBIjCVXo/s320/bjee.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336644235086621762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJ49HrXy5JU/Sg-PvBI7IoI/AAAAAAAAAF0/qZec3En-GNw/s1600-h/ddss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJ49HrXy5JU/Sg-PvBI7IoI/AAAAAAAAAF0/qZec3En-GNw/s320/ddss.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336642121379816066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJ49HrXy5JU/Sg-PjQYYh7I/AAAAAAAAAFs/xJMc0k6WZts/s1600-h/fll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJ49HrXy5JU/Sg-PjQYYh7I/AAAAAAAAAFs/xJMc0k6WZts/s320/fll.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336641919312758706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer passed like a blur. I don't wAnT to tHiNk fun 's slipping away coz' there would always be fun at school. But it's sad to know that the chance to be a full-time holidayer is going so swiftly.Hahay!!! I wanted an extended vacation but there is nothing i could do with it, as if i have. &lt;br /&gt;This season, i had a family beach camping, Congress at MVC, some barkada reunions,fishing with family, swimming at the kiddie pool (yikes!), and some food trips.&lt;br /&gt; These past few days, i've been spending so much time inside the bedroom sleeping. Aside from that, i did photo editing, messing with Adobe Photoshop, creating out-of-this-world stuffs in my forever-loyal-and-patient-computer. And of course i've been eating a lot like a pig... But i know there will always be no hope in growing so big and chubby... Hinda na yata talaga ako tataba... Payatot always and forever poh ito... Well, anoh pah nga bah!!!&lt;br /&gt;Hope to drop more posts in the next months... It's been a long time then...And, of course, this would be a long time before i could post another entry... Well, goodbye for now. I'll be at weekend trips and gatherings...Catch me there !! Hahahah!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1061207017796148783-8572278707176219232?l=beamjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beamjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/8572278707176219232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1061207017796148783&amp;postID=8572278707176219232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061207017796148783/posts/default/8572278707176219232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061207017796148783/posts/default/8572278707176219232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beamjoy.blogspot.com/2009/05/summers-almost-over.html' title='Summer&apos;s Almost Over!!!'/><author><name>flare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00577770253239220151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_oJ49HrXy5JU/SH66g5P-FLI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ohxdBzWM4q8/S220/toinx.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJ49HrXy5JU/Sg-RqDT5bEI/AAAAAAAAAGc/RUbdBIjCVXo/s72-c/bjee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061207017796148783.post-1292913560893328804</id><published>2009-02-02T01:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T01:29:16.359-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my unknown hubby?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJ49HrXy5JU/SYa7_JPk7fI/AAAAAAAAAE0/sH4jylO7G-I/s1600-h/koi1new.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJ49HrXy5JU/SYa7_JPk7fI/AAAAAAAAAE0/sH4jylO7G-I/s320/koi1new.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298128705135373810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      yesterday, i passed this seemingly unconquerable road of loneliness where all i could see were shadows and walls of anxiety. i may pass this road but once. everything around it was dark, void and empty corners. all i could hear was the lonely breeze and dropping dead leaves. they whispered words of vanity in my ears.&lt;br /&gt;  they're killing me softly...&lt;br /&gt;      today, i wandered alone in an unknown world. there were colors but i can't see them clearly. the darkness was gone but things around were covered with mists, fogs, and everything was a blur. i can't understand. things were becoming complicated. &lt;br /&gt;   they're tangling my still world intently...&lt;br /&gt;      tomorrow, i'd be walking with you with new hopes in my heart. with your soft, still small voice ringing in my head. i'd be watching you sleep beside me. you'd be the gift i longed to have. i'd be seeing the clear skies above me. you'd be dreaming with me till our dreams become a reality.&lt;br /&gt;   we'll share this life, together...forever...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1061207017796148783-1292913560893328804?l=beamjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beamjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/1292913560893328804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1061207017796148783&amp;postID=1292913560893328804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061207017796148783/posts/default/1292913560893328804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061207017796148783/posts/default/1292913560893328804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beamjoy.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-unknown-hubby.html' title='my unknown hubby?'/><author><name>flare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00577770253239220151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_oJ49HrXy5JU/SH66g5P-FLI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ohxdBzWM4q8/S220/toinx.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJ49HrXy5JU/SYa7_JPk7fI/AAAAAAAAAE0/sH4jylO7G-I/s72-c/koi1new.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061207017796148783.post-2122352023095262710</id><published>2009-01-06T22:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T23:47:35.868-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Embrace the experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJ49HrXy5JU/SWRdaNdObwI/AAAAAAAAAEk/bb-2cVD_WWM/s1600-h/484792321_deeb8e1466.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 207px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJ49HrXy5JU/SWRdaNdObwI/AAAAAAAAAEk/bb-2cVD_WWM/s320/484792321_deeb8e1466.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288454567310028546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJ49HrXy5JU/SWRdI3BYscI/AAAAAAAAAEc/CGUDVktrkDU/s1600-h/Cuenca-batangas-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJ49HrXy5JU/SWRdI3BYscI/AAAAAAAAAEc/CGUDVktrkDU/s320/Cuenca-batangas-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288454269229904322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJ49HrXy5JU/SWRchsmNBHI/AAAAAAAAAEU/mh5mc98FzcQ/s1600-h/spaceball.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 1px; height: 1px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJ49HrXy5JU/SWRchsmNBHI/AAAAAAAAAEU/mh5mc98FzcQ/s320/spaceball.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288453596416640114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would often wonder how to get rid of those hassle life brings. Have you ever thought of a hobby as profitable and worry-free than &lt;a href="http://www.wutravel.com/index.htmld35e72b4"&gt;traveling&lt;/a&gt;?. Why don't you load your bag and get your butt off from where you are? Life is not just all about purpose and responsibility. It is also about love, dreams and happiness. Others think that life includes crap and sorrow. Well, it's just how you carry yourself and the life you are holding. Sit back, relax, and think. Think about the things that would make you happy. Think about how others think about you. Think, relax, unwind, and unload. Take all of these benefits through traveling. Tour around the islands and behold its exhilarating beauty. Take time to dive down the &lt;a href="http://www.wutravel.com/hotels/philippines/batangas/d35e72b4"&gt;reefs of Batangas&lt;/a&gt; and check-in at its first class hotels. The ever-ready hoteliers are ready too serve each and everyone. Spend your leisure time savoring the native cuisines of the &lt;a href="http://www.wutravel.com/hotels/philippines/batangas/d35e72b4"&gt;Filipino culture&lt;/a&gt;. The experience never ends there. The sun waits for you as it sets down the horizon, showing its magnificence, and the power of God's hands.There is more than that. There is so much to witness as you embrace the experience of this time of your life. Watch out for more &lt;a href="http://www.wutravel.com/hotels/philippines/batangas/d35e72b4"&gt;travel details&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1061207017796148783-2122352023095262710?l=beamjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beamjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/2122352023095262710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1061207017796148783&amp;postID=2122352023095262710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061207017796148783/posts/default/2122352023095262710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061207017796148783/posts/default/2122352023095262710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beamjoy.blogspot.com/2009/01/embrace-experience.html' title='Embrace the experience'/><author><name>flare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00577770253239220151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_oJ49HrXy5JU/SH66g5P-FLI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ohxdBzWM4q8/S220/toinx.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJ49HrXy5JU/SWRdaNdObwI/AAAAAAAAAEk/bb-2cVD_WWM/s72-c/484792321_deeb8e1466.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061207017796148783.post-230036631755876836</id><published>2008-12-29T17:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T18:23:35.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Traveling for good news</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJ49HrXy5JU/SVmGHmkGuYI/AAAAAAAAAD0/k5KI5GBFleM/s1600-h/DSC04967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJ49HrXy5JU/SVmGHmkGuYI/AAAAAAAAAD0/k5KI5GBFleM/s320/DSC04967.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285403102865176962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJ49HrXy5JU/SVmGC_CxCGI/AAAAAAAAADs/7Rj5rAzquT0/s1600-h/DSC05011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJ49HrXy5JU/SVmGC_CxCGI/AAAAAAAAADs/7Rj5rAzquT0/s320/DSC05011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285403023536883810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJ49HrXy5JU/SVmF9ue-VvI/AAAAAAAAADk/2uieuIugI7M/s1600-h/DSC04997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJ49HrXy5JU/SVmF9ue-VvI/AAAAAAAAADk/2uieuIugI7M/s320/DSC04997.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285402933192447730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJ49HrXy5JU/SVmF5eYo3YI/AAAAAAAAADc/toqrTjoml8A/s1600-h/DSC04931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJ49HrXy5JU/SVmF5eYo3YI/AAAAAAAAADc/toqrTjoml8A/s320/DSC04931.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285402860151430530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJ49HrXy5JU/SVmFyzuW48I/AAAAAAAAADU/uGGNOhf2WVQ/s1600-h/DSC04913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJ49HrXy5JU/SVmFyzuW48I/AAAAAAAAADU/uGGNOhf2WVQ/s320/DSC04913.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285402745620587458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJ49HrXy5JU/SVmFsu1ChdI/AAAAAAAAADM/6g0DbFPHfvE/s1600-h/DSC04993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJ49HrXy5JU/SVmFsu1ChdI/AAAAAAAAADM/6g0DbFPHfvE/s320/DSC04993.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285402641227220434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJ49HrXy5JU/SVmFlTQc5PI/AAAAAAAAADE/V4vFJNNJtog/s1600-h/DSC04934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJ49HrXy5JU/SVmFlTQc5PI/AAAAAAAAADE/V4vFJNNJtog/s320/DSC04934.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285402513566917874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I still feel dizzy due to the weekend getaway i had with the Llantos. The trip went great. Spending half of the day floating in the middle of the sea is such an amazing experience though i felt so sick after the wet afternoons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a 4-day out-of-town trip with Madam and Dr. Llanto, kuya Joy, Bong and Jezreel. Knowing that it would be a missionary trip, I easily opted to go with them with the license from my dear parents and i am glad they allowed me to. Being with new and rare set of companions was a great adjustment and a challenging activity for this holiday. I never thought that i would easily be okay with people i never thought would be okay to be with me. In short, feel nako dili mi mgkasinabot. But bravo sunbeam joy! Bravo! It just shows i can live wherever and with whoever by being flexible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Jologs nga talaga kami...hahaha... We guys have different things in common even when i was the only girl with them. Somehow-out-of-tune-renditions were just nothing because we had a great time singing heartwarming melodies even though the people doesn't know we made couple of mistakes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh-oh!&lt;br /&gt;got to go...&lt;br /&gt;I would just drop by for some other chikas... I really have to go... see yah!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1061207017796148783-230036631755876836?l=beamjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beamjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/230036631755876836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1061207017796148783&amp;postID=230036631755876836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061207017796148783/posts/default/230036631755876836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061207017796148783/posts/default/230036631755876836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beamjoy.blogspot.com/2008/12/traveling-for-good-news.html' title='Traveling for good news'/><author><name>flare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00577770253239220151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_oJ49HrXy5JU/SH66g5P-FLI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ohxdBzWM4q8/S220/toinx.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJ49HrXy5JU/SVmGHmkGuYI/AAAAAAAAAD0/k5KI5GBFleM/s72-c/DSC04967.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061207017796148783.post-4873522900387211377</id><published>2008-12-16T01:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T01:58:46.681-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Edward...Bella</title><content type='html'>Yes, that is because Edward Cullen is a vampire. But not in the traditional, Dracula sort of way. As it turns out, real vampires don't sleep in coffins (in fact, they don't sleep at all), they don't mind garlic or crosses, sunlight doesn't kill them (although they can't be seen in it, since it literally sparkles off of their skin), and they are irresistibly beautiful. The one thing that is the same from the traditional myth is that they do need blood to survive. However, Edward and his family live off of animal blood, jokingly calling themselves "vegetarians."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, Edward tried to stay away from me "for my own good," but it was impossible for us to stay away from each other, and eventually he gave in. Everything seemed as though it was going well, even his family accepted me, and then James and his coven came into town. James, a vampire hunter, set it in his mind to kill me, but after a long chase, the Cullen's eventually disposed of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The summer before my senior year of high school was fantastic - Edward and I spent every day together, and I grew closer with his family. But then right after my 18th birthday in September, Edward and his family left town "for my own good." The only "good" outcome from that was that Jake and I were able to become best friends. Thinking that Edward did not love me had to be one of the most painful emotions ever, but Jake helped me get through the days, no mater how bard they were. But it turned out that Jake had a secret as well - him and some of the others in La Push are werewolves. Again, not in the typical sense. They don't have to change at the full moon, and would never hurt a human.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1061207017796148783-4873522900387211377?l=beamjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beamjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/4873522900387211377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1061207017796148783&amp;postID=4873522900387211377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061207017796148783/posts/default/4873522900387211377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061207017796148783/posts/default/4873522900387211377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beamjoy.blogspot.com/2008/12/edwardbella.html' title='Edward...Bella'/><author><name>flare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00577770253239220151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_oJ49HrXy5JU/SH66g5P-FLI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ohxdBzWM4q8/S220/toinx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061207017796148783.post-5574826743229617018</id><published>2008-11-27T00:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T00:25:06.532-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When Leisure Left</title><content type='html'>Papers flew...I don't know what happened next... I slept... When &lt;a href="http://wutravel.com/hotels/philippines/davao/d35e72b4"&gt;Leisure&lt;/a&gt; left, I remained dazed. With the anxious feeling inside, I don't know if I can hide... From the truth that I must know. Confusion illuminated. Everything was wasted.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1061207017796148783-5574826743229617018?l=beamjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beamjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/5574826743229617018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1061207017796148783&amp;postID=5574826743229617018' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061207017796148783/posts/default/5574826743229617018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061207017796148783/posts/default/5574826743229617018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beamjoy.blogspot.com/2008/11/when-leisure-left.html' title='When Leisure Left'/><author><name>flare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00577770253239220151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_oJ49HrXy5JU/SH66g5P-FLI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ohxdBzWM4q8/S220/toinx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061207017796148783.post-1360639743936148502</id><published>2008-11-20T00:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T00:52:24.177-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unload...Unwind...Undo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJ49HrXy5JU/SSUlOaVJDaI/AAAAAAAAACk/jZK46hsnsGk/s1600-h/bea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJ49HrXy5JU/SSUlOaVJDaI/AAAAAAAAACk/jZK46hsnsGk/s320/bea.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270659868423425442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My morning was broken because of my silly blouse who hid herself in the bathroom and lost herself that kept me looking for it and that meant I destroyed my own scheduled tasks just to look for it.  And i accidentally cut my finger because of that crazy scissors... I was just attempting to open the glue... but it turned out to be the worst thing.. and the reason why i want to have the glue is that i want to paste my picture on my 15 minute-pass for me to get out of the campus and get another uniform to my sister's boarding house...Pending...! evrything, isn't it...?  sometimes i think I can stay here no longer...i feel so freaking out... I want to &lt;a href="http://hotel.wutravel.com/hotels/thailand/ayutthaya/krungsri_river_hotel_ayuthaya_Photos.htmld35e72b4"&gt;breakaway&lt;/a&gt;.. i want to go to&lt;a href="http://hotel.wutravel.com/hotels/thailand/ayutthaya/krungsri_river_hotel_ayuthaya_Photos.htmld35e72b4"&gt; places&lt;/a&gt; where no one knows me.. I want to leave alone...Grr..... I just feel like i want to go to heaven... And i also found out i was the only one who knows these bad things that are happening... too bad... i don't have anyone to talk to... Well' good thing i have the internet and my blogsite where i could burst what are going to explode... whoahahahah! im here to unwind and unload...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, for now, im feeling better... thanx blogger...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1061207017796148783-1360639743936148502?l=beamjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beamjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/1360639743936148502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1061207017796148783&amp;postID=1360639743936148502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061207017796148783/posts/default/1360639743936148502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061207017796148783/posts/default/1360639743936148502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beamjoy.blogspot.com/2008/11/unloadunwindundo.html' title='Unload...Unwind...Undo...'/><author><name>flare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00577770253239220151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_oJ49HrXy5JU/SH66g5P-FLI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ohxdBzWM4q8/S220/toinx.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJ49HrXy5JU/SSUlOaVJDaI/AAAAAAAAACk/jZK46hsnsGk/s72-c/bea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061207017796148783.post-1735710027186142764</id><published>2008-11-12T18:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T18:29:50.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work for Him</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJ49HrXy5JU/SRuRE1KW4iI/AAAAAAAAABo/0qzaH96mCIo/s1600-h/min.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJ49HrXy5JU/SRuRE1KW4iI/AAAAAAAAABo/0qzaH96mCIo/s320/min.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267963701315953186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, i've been dropping plenty of blogs... I don't know why. Maybe I just feel like talking (not really) online... hahaha!!! Or maybe I just don't feel like hangin inside the office. I want to relax and feel fine for some time. I could hear the ticks of the keyboard and that would somehow make me feel fine.&lt;br /&gt;I know you're wondering what has been running through my head. I've been typing almost a million words this morning just to ease this weariness.&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes think what am I going to do to please Him. Well, I can speak for Him, sing and write for Him; anything i can do to serve and help Him bring souls to heaven.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, when I would visit some place I would be an example or light to the individuals living there. I can be a photojournalist and write about several portraits as well as reflections for each story. haha!! Whatever!&lt;br /&gt;I can be a missionary to the&lt;a href="http://www.wutravel.com/hotels/palau/d35e72b4"&gt; Pacific islands&lt;/a&gt; and live there for a year. I can teach children some Christian songs.. Whatever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I feel good. Maybe I can already sign out and have a drink at the canteen...&lt;br /&gt;Been thirsty for an hour already... bye....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1061207017796148783-1735710027186142764?l=beamjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beamjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/1735710027186142764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1061207017796148783&amp;postID=1735710027186142764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061207017796148783/posts/default/1735710027186142764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061207017796148783/posts/default/1735710027186142764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beamjoy.blogspot.com/2008/11/work-for-him.html' title='Work for Him'/><author><name>flare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00577770253239220151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_oJ49HrXy5JU/SH66g5P-FLI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ohxdBzWM4q8/S220/toinx.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJ49HrXy5JU/SRuRE1KW4iI/AAAAAAAAABo/0qzaH96mCIo/s72-c/min.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061207017796148783.post-2915429122519580710</id><published>2008-11-12T17:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T17:59:36.999-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss my Dad...</title><content type='html'>I long for places I used to go... Hahahayy... terrible... I feel bad for I can't go out... I still have plenty of things to do. The office is waiting for me and I have to do this to get things going like my studies and future. Well, i badly miss my Dad whom I use to travel with and get ourselves pampered in the &lt;a href="http://www.wutravel.com/hotels/philippines/davao/d35e72b4"&gt;cool spas&lt;/a&gt;. Well, that was just before when I had my life of &lt;a href="http://www.wutravel.com/hotels/philippines/davao/d35e72b4"&gt;pleasure&lt;/a&gt;. I know things were not the same anymore. I have to undergo some series of adjustment. I know this would be temporary for there is something better waiting for me outside when I finish this stage... hahahyy..!! A toast for my victory...! Break-a-leg!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1061207017796148783-2915429122519580710?l=beamjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beamjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/2915429122519580710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1061207017796148783&amp;postID=2915429122519580710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061207017796148783/posts/default/2915429122519580710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061207017796148783/posts/default/2915429122519580710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beamjoy.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-miss-my-dad.html' title='I miss my Dad...'/><author><name>flare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00577770253239220151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_oJ49HrXy5JU/SH66g5P-FLI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ohxdBzWM4q8/S220/toinx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061207017796148783.post-8276590135810634722</id><published>2008-11-12T17:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T18:50:51.039-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is Good when we're havin fun!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJ49HrXy5JU/SRuGSudmJKI/AAAAAAAAABg/FRXt3xfwmTc/s1600-h/ssst.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJ49HrXy5JU/SRuGSudmJKI/AAAAAAAAABg/FRXt3xfwmTc/s320/ssst.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267951845407859874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing seems refreshing than &lt;a href="http://www.wutravel.com/hotels/philippines/d35e72b4"&gt;traveling&lt;/a&gt; alone. A friend just texted me he was already in his destination. He seems so lonely traveling alone but as for me, I prefer going &lt;a href="http://www.wutravel.com/hotels/philippines/d35e72b4"&gt;places&lt;/a&gt; alone. I would rather discover hotspots on my own and bring my friends afterwards when I feel it's a good place to hang on. I would rather refresh myself in a deserted place than bring someone else and burst in him/her my foolishness... hahaha....! I wish I were in Paradise... And I would rather be alone than with someone else, for now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1061207017796148783-8276590135810634722?l=beamjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beamjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/8276590135810634722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1061207017796148783&amp;postID=8276590135810634722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061207017796148783/posts/default/8276590135810634722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061207017796148783/posts/default/8276590135810634722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beamjoy.blogspot.com/2008/11/life-is-good-when-were-havin-fun.html' title='Life is Good when we&apos;re havin fun!!!'/><author><name>flare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00577770253239220151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_oJ49HrXy5JU/SH66g5P-FLI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ohxdBzWM4q8/S220/toinx.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJ49HrXy5JU/SRuGSudmJKI/AAAAAAAAABg/FRXt3xfwmTc/s72-c/ssst.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061207017796148783.post-7013924892489618617</id><published>2008-10-09T01:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T01:57:22.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Only Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;It's a cold February night. People are bustling                        through the streets, either pulling up their coat collars                        or wrapping scarves around their necks, trying to stay warm.&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;It's so cold today.I'm standing at my window, looking at                        the people moving like little dots. Standing in a heated                        room, I'm beginning to pity those people. Why don't they                        go home? Do they plan on wandering until morning?&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;"Almost time to go home! My boyfriend must be going                        crazy." One of the nurses breathe a sign of relief.                        "Still needs to work overtime on Valentine's Day. It's                        so unfair!"&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;"You are fortunate." Another nurse says. "Some                        people don't have anyone waiting for them."&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;"You mean Dr. Shu?"&lt;br /&gt;                      Like Sherlock Holmes, my ears perk up when I hear my name.&lt;br /&gt;                      "Do you remember how she lost control on this day last                        year?"&lt;br /&gt;                      "Of course I do." A nurse shudders. "I've                        never seen Dr. Shu like that. Crying and yelling, like she                        was crazy."&lt;br /&gt;                      They are talking about how I was last year. They are correct.                        I was out of control, like they said.&lt;br /&gt;                      "You can't blame Dr. Shu. If my boyfriend died in front                        of my eyes, I would probably go crazy as well."&lt;br /&gt;                      "Keep it down. She hasn't left work yet. She might                        hear you."&lt;br /&gt;                      The two nurses are too late. I heard the entire conversation                        through the canvas wall.&lt;br /&gt;                      "Dr. Shu, what are you doing standing here?"&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;Just as I was deciding whether or not to reveal myself,                        another nurse exposed me. I awkwardly step out. The 2 nurses                        who discussed me start to blush. Their faces became redder                        than the bow on Valentine's Day chocolates.&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;"I'm waiting to go home." I pretend that I didn't                        hear anything.&lt;br /&gt;                      "Dr. Shu, you must have gotten too involved in your                        work. It's already past time to go home. See you tomorrow.                        Happy Valentine's Day!" She waves goodbye.&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;"Happy Valentine's Day." I wave back and watch                        the 2 nurses hurry away.&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;That's fine. I was ready to go home anyway. Even though                        no lover is waiting&lt;br /&gt;                      for me, at least there's a lazy cat waiting for me to feed.&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;After I come home, the first thing I do is feed the cat.                        I forgot when I first had the cat. Probably since last year's                        Valentine's Day. At that time, I was like an abandoned cat,                        with eyes filled with despair. Cats don't cry, I do. That's                        the only difference.&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;"Better drink all the milk or I'll skin you."                        I threatened the cat. Her name is Christine, my least favorite                        English name. I don't know why I named the cat Christine.                        Christine meowed once to let me know she heard me, but her                        eyes are complaining about my severity. Her eyes remind                        me of someone I used to know, standing in front of me with                        eyes of rebellions.&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;An year ago today, I had lunch with my boyfriend and took                        the opportunity to complain to him.&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;"Today is Valentine's Day. Why didn't you give me                        any flowers?"&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;He raised his eyebrow. "Why should I give you flowers?                        You are not my anyone."&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;"Then... you should at least give me a card!"                        I pouted my lips, hurt by his tone.&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;"I know, I know. After lunch, I'll send you an e-card."&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;E-card. That sounds so impersonal, but that's the way he                        is. "You have to e-mail it to me. I'll be waiting."                        I excitedly smiled and planned to sneak home after lunch                        to check e-mail. Even though he wouldn't use any romantic                        words, I still looked forward to the card.&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;"I can't stand you women. Why do you make such a big                        deal out of Valentine's Day??" He grumbled while eating                        his food. His comment induced me to fight with him again.&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;"You are not romantic at all!! Don't you watch any                        Japanese drama?"&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;"Japanese drama? I only watch Discovery Channel."&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;"Your life is so boring." I made a face at him.                        "One recent drama was really good. You should have                        watched it."&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;"What's that drama called?" He didn't believe                        in the love portrayed in TV and movies. He always thought                        they were lies.&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;"It's called 'Story of A Century'." I gladly                        answered.&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;"What kind of trashy plot did it have?"&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;"What do you mean trash?? Show some respect!"                        I was so angry. "That drama was very touching, and                        the theme song was beautiful as well. It's called 'Only                        Love', performed by Nana Mouskouri." I wonder if he                        knew who Nana was.&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;"Nana, I know her. A Greek singer with really expensive                        albums."&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;"Her voice is worth it." Even though I secretly                        agreed with him, I couldn't bring myself to admit it.&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;"Whatever." He glanced at his watch. "I'll                        give you 5 minutes to tell me the plot. After that, I'm                        leaving."&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;I tried hard to explain 6 hours worth of story in just                        5 minutes. The drama portrayed the love stories of 3 generations                        of women spanning 100 years, from 1901 to 2000. Each generation                        was portrayed by the same actress. The story was tear-jerking.&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;"What's so touching about it?" He asked, after                        listening to the story.&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;"Don't you think each generation's story is wonderful?                        If I have such great screen writing ability, I wouldn't                        be a doctor anymore. I would become a screenwriter."&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;"If you become a screenwriter, I bet no one would                        watch the show. The TV station can go out of business."                        He quickly interjected.&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;"I'm going back to work. Hurry and send me the card!"                        I was so mad that I went home immediately, not even finishing                        my coffee.&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;As soon as I walked in my door, I turned on my computer                        and go online.&lt;/p&gt;Staring at the empty in-box, I began to reminisce about                        how we met. Maybe no one will believe me, but my boyfriend                        and I were actually neighbors. Our homes were only 1 wall                        away. Ever since we were kids, we liked to fight with each                        other all day long. I still remember when I moved to the                        country that year. Used to the city life, I couldn't get                        used to the simple life in the country. After school, I                        would just go home and do nothing. Whenever that happened,                        he would always come over to tease me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Car accident." The medic replied. "Very                        serious. He may die."&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;I nodded and ran to the operating room with them. When                        I arrived, the nurses told me that the man had already stopped                        breathing and also his heartbeat also stopped&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;"Prepare for shock." I calmly instructed the                        nurses. Saving people is our duty. We can't lose our calm.&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;But when I saw who laid on the operating table, I lost                        my calm. That person was my boyfriend!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;"No..." I stood in shock. "NO!!!"                        I grabbed the paddles and continuously shocked his body.                        His body bounced up and down from the shocks. The scared                        nurses went to find another doctor, to tell him that I was                        crazy.&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;I didn't know if I was crazy or not. I just wanted to save                        my lover. Even though we fought all the time. Even though                        he never showed me his love. I still wanted to save him.                        He still owed me a card. He couldn't die! I threw away the                        paddles and began to press on his heart. I pressed with                        all my strength, hoping it would revive him, but he didn't                        wake up. He didn't even say "It hurts". He just                        laid there with his eyes closed, punishing me with his silence.&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;Dr. Jian angrily pushed me away. By that time, I couldn't                        see clearly anymore. I cried. I wailed. I bowled until no                        sounds could come out of my mouth.&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;"It's too late, Dr. Shu. He's already dead. I'm sorry."                        Dr. Jian patted me on the shoulder. They knew each other                        and ate together once. I introduced them.&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;"He can't die." I shook my head. "He can't                        die!!" I struggled to run to him.&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;"Dr. Shu, control yourself!" Dr. Jian slapped                        me. "I understand what you're going through, but you're                        a doctor."&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;Yes, I'm a doctor, but I'm also a regular person. How can                        Dr. Jian understand how I feel? I've loved him for so many                        years that it's become a habit. How can I just throw away                        a habit? Besides, he still owed me a card. "I want                        him to live! I want him to live!" I ran to him again                        and tried to knock the life back into his body.&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;"Take her away!" That day, I lost my control                        and my professionalism.&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;And that day happened to be Valentine's Day.&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;Afterwards, I asked his co-workers why he left work early                        that day.&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;They told me that after I hung up the phone, he tried to                        call me several times but couldn't reach me. Worried, he                        drove to the hospital to find me and got hit by a large                        truck on the way.&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;When I heard this, I froze. My tantrum killed him. Just                        because of an unmailed card, he died. After that, I lost                        my privilege to be childish.&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;Like an abandoned cat, I couldn't even cry anymore. After                        his death, I couldn't cry anymore, regardless of how touching                        the plot or how tear-jerking the dialogue. They didn't affect                        me anymore.&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;Now, I'm only left with a cat and a seldomly used computer.                        Stepping over the cat, I turned on the computer. Even though                        I know no one will send me a mail, I still hoped that someone                        will remember me on this day.&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;Meow, meow. I looked at Christine to see what's wrong.                        She finished her milk. I went into the kitchen to get her                        more milk then came back to look at the computer screen.&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;I have.... 100 emails! Who would be bored enough to send                        me 100 junk mail?&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;I was just about to delete them all when I received another                        mail, and this one said: "Because of system error,                        we could not send these until today.&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;We apologize for the delay." The sender was my ISP.&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;I looked at the 1st mail. It showed the send date is last                        year's Valentine's Day. My heart began to beat fast. Could                        he have sent these?&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;With a trembling hand, I opened the mail. The first thing                        that popped up was a gorgeous red rose set against green                        leaves. Then a beautiful melody began to play.... "Only                        Love". I couldn't believe it. The rose was so beautiful                        and the music was so dreamy. I almost thought I was in a                        fantasy. Most touching of all were the words underneath                        the rose, because the words read like a beautiful poem.&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;"Hwei."&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;That's my name.&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;"Knowing you so many years, I've never sent you any                        flowers. Today I send you a rose."&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;I received it and it's so beautiful.&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;"You know we are always fighting. We can never really                        open our hearts and tell each other how we feel."&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;Yes, but it's all your fault for being so distant.&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;"I know I always make you mad by the things I say."&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;Good that you're admitting it.&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;"But today I want to say to you: I'm sorry, and I                        love you."&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;I waited so many years for those words.&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;"And I want to tell you a good news. I finally saved                        enough money."&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;You already have enough money. Why did you need so much?&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;"So Hwei, let's get married!! I was afraid to propose                        to you, because I didn't trust in my ability to give you                        the good life you deserve. But now I've saved enough money                        so we don't have to wait anymore."&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;Who wanted you to wait? I'm already yours.&lt;br /&gt;                      "Today, I use this card to propose to you. Will you                        marry me, Hwei? Will you?"&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;That's the content of the whole card. Like a fool, I kept                        reading his words and talking to him. It's like I can hear                        his voice and see him again.&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;As if it's back to 1 year ago with us constantly fighting.&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;The song played over and over. Repeating Nana's heartbreaking                        voice.&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;Only love can make a memory. Only love can make a moment                        last. You were there and all the world was young and all                        it's songs unsung. and I remember you then when love was                        all, all you were living for,&lt;br /&gt;                      and how you gave that love to me...."&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;The lyrics of this song fits our love so closely. When                        he was alive, my world was so young. Every day, I could                        find a something different to fight with him about. But                        after he left, my life is only left with memories and coldness                        that will never go away.&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;"Will you marry me?"&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;When I read these words, my tears unconsciously came, wetting                        the keyboard.&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;Will I? If he's in front of me, I will definitely kick                        him and call him a big fool. If I wasn't willing, I wouldn't                        have waited until today.&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;So I moved the cursor over the "Reply" box, and                        typed the response that I've already prepared for so many                        years - "I will."&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;I will - be by his side for the rest of my life. I will                        - fight with him forever. That is how I answered him, but                        the only response I got was the repeating song "Only                        Love."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nevertheless, I opened every single letter, accepted every                        singled rose, and typed the same response: "I will."&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;I replied 100 times, and &lt;a href="http://lovefatedestiny.com"&gt;"Only Love"&lt;/a&gt; played 100                        times. In this cold Valentine's night, the line that's been                        broken for 1 year finally got reconnected.&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;I answered you. What about you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1061207017796148783-7013924892489618617?l=beamjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beamjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/7013924892489618617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1061207017796148783&amp;postID=7013924892489618617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061207017796148783/posts/default/7013924892489618617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061207017796148783/posts/default/7013924892489618617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beamjoy.blogspot.com/2008/10/only-love.html' title='Only Love'/><author><name>flare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00577770253239220151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_oJ49HrXy5JU/SH66g5P-FLI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ohxdBzWM4q8/S220/toinx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061207017796148783.post-3443219693380542584</id><published>2008-10-07T03:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T03:33:23.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paranoid!</title><content type='html'>Hi... do you ever wonder why I was able  to sign in? It's just that i don't have anything to do... I mean I have so many things to do but Im not in the right mood to do so... don't know what's happenin' but im sure it's a total disaster.... And i'm currently in hell and i can't get out of this uh-oh i forgot and i don't know...whew!&lt;br /&gt;I thought i'm gonna be crazy but i found out it's just laptop that went crazy... hahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna get out of this hell and I want to go to heaven... huhuhu.... i can hardly wait to be there...&lt;br /&gt;so... maybe i'm gonna end this... and.../. bye.../ till next time.... love yah....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1061207017796148783-3443219693380542584?l=beamjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beamjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/3443219693380542584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1061207017796148783&amp;postID=3443219693380542584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061207017796148783/posts/default/3443219693380542584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061207017796148783/posts/default/3443219693380542584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beamjoy.blogspot.com/2008/10/paranoid.html' title='Paranoid!'/><author><name>flare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00577770253239220151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_oJ49HrXy5JU/SH66g5P-FLI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ohxdBzWM4q8/S220/toinx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061207017796148783.post-8839346054055173133</id><published>2008-10-01T02:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T02:19:39.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No class!</title><content type='html'>Hey! It's been a couple of weeks since I dropped my recent post. But here I am again ready to update what was happenin' here. oopzz! too bad... got to go... grrrr...... !!!!! maybe I could check out next time.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1061207017796148783-8839346054055173133?l=beamjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beamjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/8839346054055173133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1061207017796148783&amp;postID=8839346054055173133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061207017796148783/posts/default/8839346054055173133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061207017796148783/posts/default/8839346054055173133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beamjoy.blogspot.com/2008/10/no-class.html' title='No class!'/><author><name>flare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00577770253239220151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_oJ49HrXy5JU/SH66g5P-FLI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ohxdBzWM4q8/S220/toinx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061207017796148783.post-4383054357231576449</id><published>2008-09-14T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T23:40:38.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>genuine pulchritude: wutravel.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://beamjoy.blogspot.com/2008/09/wutravelcom.html#links"&gt;genuine pulchritude: wutravel.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1061207017796148783-4383054357231576449?l=beamjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://beamjoy.blogspot.com/2008/09/wutravelcom.html#links' title='genuine pulchritude: wutravel.com'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beamjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/4383054357231576449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1061207017796148783&amp;postID=4383054357231576449' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061207017796148783/posts/default/4383054357231576449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061207017796148783/posts/default/4383054357231576449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beamjoy.blogspot.com/2008/09/genuine-pulchritude-wutravelcom.html' title='genuine pulchritude: wutravel.com'/><author><name>flare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00577770253239220151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_oJ49HrXy5JU/SH66g5P-FLI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ohxdBzWM4q8/S220/toinx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061207017796148783.post-6558491627804093235</id><published>2008-09-14T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T17:46:04.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wutravel.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://affiliate.wutravel.com/affiliate/scripts/sb.php?a_aid=d35e72b4&amp;amp;a_bid=0a69d403" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div align="center" style=" width:120px; 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It was the coldest morning I experienced so far. I don't know how I would get use to it but I know I could.Well, no doubt it's a rainy season. My toes felt like an ice trying to melt itself. They were terribly pale. But anyway, I should never take it as a big deal. It's another way to prepare myself for more cold mornings I would encounter someday when I would finish my studies if I would be given the chance to explore the world before Jesus comes. Get what I mean? In that way, I could adjust to lower temperature area somewhere here on earth. Good thing I have my pen to be with me. I could write and jot down what I like to. It helped me cope up with my coldest morning ever!..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1061207017796148783-3653662379168839260?l=beamjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beamjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/3653662379168839260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1061207017796148783&amp;postID=3653662379168839260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061207017796148783/posts/default/3653662379168839260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061207017796148783/posts/default/3653662379168839260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beamjoy.blogspot.com/2008/08/coldest-morning-ever.html' title='The Coldest Morning Ever'/><author><name>flare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00577770253239220151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_oJ49HrXy5JU/SH66g5P-FLI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ohxdBzWM4q8/S220/toinx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061207017796148783.post-2542479897042369348</id><published>2008-08-25T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T19:43:54.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CSG-ASA days</title><content type='html'>Here comes the time to play games and mingle with friends. Gone were the school uniform and brainblitzing lessons. Endurance, determination, unity and good sportsmanship will be tested in this event. hehehe... Well, i need to get ready for thhe next game which would be volleyball and our opponents will be the Unified. Whew! I had a trouble with the rope we used during the Obstacle Race for the Last-pair standing this morning. But rest assurred, I and my partner enjoyed the game and there were no major injuries.... bye... Got to go... Till next time....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1061207017796148783-2542479897042369348?l=beamjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beamjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/2542479897042369348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1061207017796148783&amp;postID=2542479897042369348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061207017796148783/posts/default/2542479897042369348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061207017796148783/posts/default/2542479897042369348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beamjoy.blogspot.com/2008/08/csg-asa-days.html' title='CSG-ASA days'/><author><name>flare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00577770253239220151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_oJ49HrXy5JU/SH66g5P-FLI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ohxdBzWM4q8/S220/toinx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061207017796148783.post-2967686353876762156</id><published>2008-08-19T02:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T03:10:19.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Examinations?!!!</title><content type='html'>This is it! The time of judgement has come. hehehe.... Well, this is exam time again. And i barely got few hours to study. But i'm not gonna study anymore. Cramming?! That would just do me no good. Ooopz! got to go ...bbbyyee...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1061207017796148783-2967686353876762156?l=beamjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beamjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/2967686353876762156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1061207017796148783&amp;postID=2967686353876762156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061207017796148783/posts/default/2967686353876762156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061207017796148783/posts/default/2967686353876762156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beamjoy.blogspot.com/2008/08/examinations.html' title='Examinations?!!!'/><author><name>flare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00577770253239220151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_oJ49HrXy5JU/SH66g5P-FLI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ohxdBzWM4q8/S220/toinx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061207017796148783.post-6999481418442465171</id><published>2008-08-17T01:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T01:12:07.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Insomnia</title><content type='html'>Sleepless nights....&lt;br /&gt;    Troubled thoughts...&lt;br /&gt;    Subconscious mind...&lt;br /&gt;    Walking dead...&lt;br /&gt;    Numb...&lt;br /&gt;    Pretensions...&lt;br /&gt;    Dull...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1061207017796148783-6999481418442465171?l=beamjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beamjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/6999481418442465171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1061207017796148783&amp;postID=6999481418442465171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061207017796148783/posts/default/6999481418442465171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061207017796148783/posts/default/6999481418442465171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beamjoy.blogspot.com/2008/08/insomnia.html' title='Insomnia'/><author><name>flare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00577770253239220151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_oJ49HrXy5JU/SH66g5P-FLI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ohxdBzWM4q8/S220/toinx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061207017796148783.post-7595874039548022665</id><published>2008-08-04T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T22:43:19.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Earth</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"AND I saw a new heaven and a new earth: for the first heaven and the&lt;br /&gt;first earth were passed away." Rev. 21:1. The fire that consumes the&lt;br /&gt;wicked purifies the earth. Every trace of the curse is swept away. No&lt;br /&gt;eternally burning hell will keep before the ransomed the fearful&lt;br /&gt;consequences of sin. One reminder alone remains: our Redeemer will ever&lt;br /&gt;bear the marks of His crucifixion. Upon His wounded head, His hands and&lt;br /&gt;feet, are the only traces of the cruel work that sin has wrought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O Tower of the flock, the strong hold of the daughter of Zion, unto&lt;br /&gt;thee&lt;br /&gt;shall it come, even the first dominion." Micah 4:8. The kingdom&lt;br /&gt;forfeited&lt;br /&gt;by sin, Christ has regained, and the redeemed are to possess it with&lt;br /&gt;Him.&lt;br /&gt;"The righteous shall inherit the land, and dwell therein for ever." Ps.&lt;br /&gt;37:29. A fear of making the saints' inheritance seem too material has&lt;br /&gt;led&lt;br /&gt;many to spiritualize away the very truths which lead us to look upon&lt;br /&gt;the&lt;br /&gt;new earth as our home. Christ assured His disciples that He went to&lt;br /&gt;prepare mansions for them. Those who accept the teachings of God's Word&lt;br /&gt;will not be wholly ignorant concerning the heavenly abode. And yet the&lt;br /&gt;apostle Paul declares, "Eye hath not seen, nor ear heard, neither have&lt;br /&gt;entered into the heart of man, the things which God hath prepared for&lt;br /&gt;them&lt;br /&gt;that love Him." 1 Cor. 2:9. Human language is inadequate to describe&lt;br /&gt;the&lt;br /&gt;reward of the righteous. It will be known only to those who behold it.&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;finite mind can comprehend the glory of the Paradise of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Bible the inheritance of the saved is called a country. (Heb.&lt;br /&gt;11:14-16.) There the great Shepherd leads His flock to fountains of&lt;br /&gt;living&lt;br /&gt;waters. The tree of life yields its fruit every month, and the leaves&lt;br /&gt;of&lt;br /&gt;the tree are for the service of the nations. There are ever-flowing&lt;br /&gt;streams, clear as crystal, and beside them waving trees cast their&lt;br /&gt;shadows&lt;br /&gt;upon the paths prepared for the ransomed of the Lord. There the&lt;br /&gt;wide-spreading plains swell into hills of beauty, and the mountains of&lt;br /&gt;God&lt;br /&gt;rear their lofty summits. On those peaceful plains, beside those living&lt;br /&gt;streams, God's people, so long pilgrims and wanderers, shall find a&lt;br /&gt;home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1061207017796148783-7595874039548022665?l=beamjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beamjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/7595874039548022665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1061207017796148783&amp;postID=7595874039548022665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061207017796148783/posts/default/7595874039548022665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061207017796148783/posts/default/7595874039548022665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beamjoy.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-earth.html' title='The New Earth'/><author><name>flare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00577770253239220151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_oJ49HrXy5JU/SH66g5P-FLI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ohxdBzWM4q8/S220/toinx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061207017796148783.post-6938918372825384980</id><published>2008-07-30T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T18:55:53.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It can only get better</title><content type='html'>Being betrayed by someone hurts. It hurts to think the person just did it because he or she doesn't have a choice. For just a childish reason that the person was able to do the thing against you. That person must be desperate or selfish.&lt;br /&gt;    The one hurt must have done things that would trigger the person to hurt him. But it can only get better. He knows it hurts. But it can only get better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1061207017796148783-6938918372825384980?l=beamjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beamjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/6938918372825384980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1061207017796148783&amp;postID=6938918372825384980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061207017796148783/posts/default/6938918372825384980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061207017796148783/posts/default/6938918372825384980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beamjoy.blogspot.com/2008/07/it-can-only-get-better.html' title='It can only get better'/><author><name>flare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00577770253239220151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_oJ49HrXy5JU/SH66g5P-FLI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ohxdBzWM4q8/S220/toinx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061207017796148783.post-8679048923710589149</id><published>2008-07-29T01:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T22:52:38.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beware Of the Bathroom</title><content type='html'>Today's gonna be the most unfortunate day....Whew! Sunbeam Joy Laroa slipped inside the bathroom while taking a bath. She's about to go out when she stepped into something silly. She doesn't know what it is but she knew it's something crazy. Now, she got back pains and she can't breathe well. huhuhu....   Ma'am Karel scolded her for not getting &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hilot&lt;/span&gt; with her back. She might get fever because of the incident.. Poor Sunbeam, she can't concentrate in studying. It's exam time and she's so unfortunate that she can't move well...&lt;br /&gt;uhuhuhuh... Poor me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1061207017796148783-8679048923710589149?l=beamjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beamjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/8679048923710589149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1061207017796148783&amp;postID=8679048923710589149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061207017796148783/posts/default/8679048923710589149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061207017796148783/posts/default/8679048923710589149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beamjoy.blogspot.com/2008/07/beware-of-comfort-room.html' title='Beware Of the Bathroom'/><author><name>flare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00577770253239220151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_oJ49HrXy5JU/SH66g5P-FLI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ohxdBzWM4q8/S220/toinx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061207017796148783.post-5395687752255809392</id><published>2008-07-27T04:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T04:36:50.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>miss you...</title><content type='html'>1. WHO IS YOUR CLOSEST friend ?&lt;br /&gt;:hmm? plenty of dem...but im with the closest..so far... tee khai..my sis..&lt;br /&gt;2. WHAT WERE YOU DOING 10 MINUTES AGO?&lt;br /&gt;:chatting with elyssah rivero...&lt;br /&gt;3. IF YOU WERE A COLOR, WHAT WOULD YOU&lt;br /&gt;BE?&lt;br /&gt;: red ... i just love it..&lt;br /&gt;4. MTV, Channel V or MYX?&lt;br /&gt;: MTV...&lt;br /&gt;5. IF YOU COULD GO ANYWHERE RIGHT NOW,&lt;br /&gt;WHERE?&lt;br /&gt;: Heaven... im tired of this world..&lt;br /&gt;6. WHAT DISNEY MOVIE CAN YOU WATCH OVER&lt;br /&gt;AND OVER?&lt;br /&gt;: HSM...hehee..&lt;br /&gt;7. FOOD YOU'RE CRAVING FOR RIGHT THIS&lt;br /&gt;MINUTE?&lt;br /&gt;: chocolate...&lt;br /&gt;8. CAFFEINATED DRINK YOU CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT&lt;br /&gt;: yeah, coke and Coffee.. same with mah sis..&lt;br /&gt;9. NAME 3 PERSONS U KNOW WHO'S NAME&lt;br /&gt;STARTS WITH THE LETTER "J"?&lt;br /&gt;: jake, jam,jan2&lt;br /&gt;10. WHERE'S THE BEST PLACE TO EAT&lt;br /&gt;ICECREAM?&lt;br /&gt;: uphill...&lt;br /&gt;11 . WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU PUT IN&lt;br /&gt;YOUR GROCERY CART?&lt;br /&gt;: strawberry shortcake...&lt;br /&gt;12. RADIO STATION YOU FREQUENTLY&lt;br /&gt;LISTEN TO?&lt;br /&gt;: don't like listening 2 d radio...balik2 ang music...rather listen to christian music...&lt;br /&gt;13. WHERE DO YOU USUALLY HANG OUT?&lt;br /&gt;: library,room,lolo's farm,uphill..&lt;br /&gt;14. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SUBJECT IN&lt;br /&gt;SCHOOL?&lt;br /&gt;: vacant...haha!&lt;br /&gt;15. IF YOU WERE TO CHANGE CAREERS,WHAT&lt;br /&gt;WOULD YOU WANT IT TO BE?&lt;br /&gt;: be a philantropist. hehe!&lt;br /&gt;16. WHAT COLOR IS YOUR PHONE?&lt;br /&gt;: white,blue,black&lt;br /&gt;17. WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO TOMORROW&lt;br /&gt;: attend classes..&lt;br /&gt;18 . WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU GOT&lt;br /&gt;DRUNK?&lt;br /&gt;: can't remember..! still highschool that time..&lt;br /&gt;19. ARE YOU EASY TO GET ALONG WITH?&lt;br /&gt;: yeah...i am..&lt;br /&gt;20. WHAT MOVIE DO YOU WANT TO SEE&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;: A very special love..&lt;br /&gt;21. WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE "SCARY MOVIE"&lt;br /&gt;1, 2, 3, or 4?&lt;br /&gt;: all!&lt;br /&gt;22 . WHO'S BIRTHDAY IS COMING UP? WHEN?&lt;br /&gt;:mark anthony... tomorrow..&lt;br /&gt;23. DO YOU THINK ANNA NICOLE SMITH&lt;br /&gt;KILLED HERSELF?&lt;br /&gt;: nope...she must be crazy..&lt;br /&gt;24 . HAVE YOU EVER BEEN TO a jungle?&lt;br /&gt;: yeah..ive been to lots of jungle..cant enumerate them...&lt;br /&gt;25. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU GOT&lt;br /&gt;MAD AT?&lt;br /&gt;: my sister...ging2..&lt;br /&gt;26. DISNEYLAND OR SIX FLAGS?&lt;br /&gt;: Kota Kinabalu... haha!&lt;br /&gt;27 . HOW MANY KIDS DO YOU WANT?&lt;br /&gt;: three..&lt;br /&gt;28. WHERE DO YOU USUALLY WATCH MOVIES?&lt;br /&gt;:at home..with the Tv&lt;br /&gt;29 . FAVORITE TV SERIES RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;: your song..&lt;br /&gt;30. HAVE YOU EVER SMOKED?&lt;br /&gt;: DON'T ASK!&lt;br /&gt;31. ARE YOU JUDGMENTAL?&lt;br /&gt;: yeah..and mostly critical..&lt;br /&gt;32. WHAT DO YOU HEAR AT THIS VERY&lt;br /&gt;MOMENT?&lt;br /&gt;: so close by Jo McLaughlin&lt;br /&gt;33. WERE YOU A NERD IN 5TH GRADE?&lt;br /&gt;: yeah... pretty innocent..&lt;br /&gt;34. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN ON TV?&lt;br /&gt;: uh-oh...? pagsure oie!! hehe...hvent been there..&lt;br /&gt;35. NAME FIVE PERSONS WHICH STARTS WITH&lt;br /&gt;THE LETTER "P"&lt;br /&gt;: princess,prince,pinky,pangging,percy&lt;br /&gt;36. ARE YOU A FAN OF BASKETBALL?&lt;br /&gt;: yeah...avid!&lt;br /&gt;37. HAVE YOU EVER LIED TO A FRIEND?&lt;br /&gt;: yah.. its normal..but im trying not to ...next time...&lt;br /&gt;38. last text message u received from?&lt;br /&gt;: SA_kya'vivan&lt;br /&gt;39.what did u reply?&lt;br /&gt;: don't have load...&lt;br /&gt;40.MESSAGE TO UR LOVE ONe.&lt;br /&gt;: miss you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1061207017796148783-5395687752255809392?l=beamjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beamjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/5395687752255809392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1061207017796148783&amp;postID=5395687752255809392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061207017796148783/posts/default/5395687752255809392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061207017796148783/posts/default/5395687752255809392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beamjoy.blogspot.com/2008/07/miss-you.html' title='miss you...'/><author><name>flare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00577770253239220151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_oJ49HrXy5JU/SH66g5P-FLI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ohxdBzWM4q8/S220/toinx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061207017796148783.post-3487135788582440748</id><published>2008-07-21T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T20:06:40.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustrated</title><content type='html'>She was troubled when she heard the horrible statement of the guy she admired. It was so humiliating. She never expected it would come out from his mouth. "Why would he care for me?" sighed she. She thought that he would be the one to understand what she's trying to say. But he's not.&lt;br /&gt;    From then on, she would no longer believe that someone would understand her. She sometimes keep away from people who she thinks would degrade her. She's no longer seen in any orgs you think she's in.&lt;br /&gt;    Have you ever wondered what the guy told her? Well, watch out for the continuition...&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1061207017796148783-3487135788582440748?l=beamjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beamjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/3487135788582440748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1061207017796148783&amp;postID=3487135788582440748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061207017796148783/posts/default/3487135788582440748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061207017796148783/posts/default/3487135788582440748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beamjoy.blogspot.com/2008/07/frustrated.html' title='Frustrated'/><author><name>flare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00577770253239220151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_oJ49HrXy5JU/SH66g5P-FLI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ohxdBzWM4q8/S220/toinx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061207017796148783.post-3398097589933171464</id><published>2008-07-14T02:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T02:29:11.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Im Back!</title><content type='html'>Hello! Well, im back for good but sad to say busy parin ang lola nyo... hehehe....&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully i could drop by one of these days to add a new post for current events hehehe este for further chikas... I've been reading different stuffs in my leisure times... but too bad i really have to go... bye... see you guys tomorrow...!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1061207017796148783-3398097589933171464?l=beamjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beamjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/3398097589933171464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1061207017796148783&amp;postID=3398097589933171464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061207017796148783/posts/default/3398097589933171464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061207017796148783/posts/default/3398097589933171464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beamjoy.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-back.html' title='Im Back!'/><author><name>flare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00577770253239220151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_oJ49HrXy5JU/SH66g5P-FLI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ohxdBzWM4q8/S220/toinx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061207017796148783.post-9133847119779034310</id><published>2008-07-14T02:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T02:18:33.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Coronation of Christ      excerpts from the webmaster of pphsda</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;Chapter 65&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 24pt;"&gt;The Coronation of Christ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 24pt;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;OW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt; Christ again appears to the view of His enemies. Far above the city, upon a foundation of burnished gold, is a throne, high and lifted up. Upon this throne sits the Son of God, and around Him are the subjects of His kingdom. The power and majesty of Christ no language can describe, no pen portray. The glory of the Eternal Father is enshrouding His Son. The brightness of His presence fills the city of  God and flows out beyond the gates, flooding the whole earth with its radiance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Nearest the throne are those who were once zealous in the cause of Satan, but who, plucked as brands from the burning, have followed their Saviour with deep, intense devotion. Next are those who perfected Christian characters in the midst of falsehood and infidelity, those who honored the law of God when the Christian world declared it void, and the millions, of all ages, who were martyred for their faith. And beyond is the "great multitude, which no man could number, of all nations, and kindreds, and people, and tongues, . . . before the throne, and before the Lamb, clothed with white robes, and palms in their hands." Rev. 7:9. Their warfare is ended, their victory won. They have run the race and reached the prize. The palm branch in their hands is a symbol of their triumph, the white robe an emblem of the spotless righteousness of Christ, which now is theirs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;The redeemed raise a song of praise that echoes and re-echoes through the vaults of heaven, "Salvation to our God which sitteth upon the throne, and unto the Lamb." And angel and seraph unite their voices in adoration. As the redeemed have beheld the power and malignity of Satan, they have seen, as never before, that no power but that of Christ could have made them conquerors. In all that shining throng there are none to ascribe salvation to themselves, as if they had prevailed by their own power and goodness. Nothing is said of what they have done or suffered; but the burden of every song, the keynote of every anthem, is, "Salvation to our God . . . and unto the Lamb." Rev. 7:10. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;In the presence of the assembled inhabitants of earth and heaven takes place the final coronation of the Son of God. And now, invested with supreme majesty and power, the King of kings pronounces sentence upon the rebels against His government, and executes justice upon those who have transgressed His law and oppressed His people. Says the prophet of God: "I saw a great white throne, and Him that sat on it, from whose face the earth and the heaven fled away; and there was found no place for them. And I saw the dead, small and great, stand before God; and the books were opened: and another book was opened, which is the book of life: and the dead were judged out of those things which were written in the books, according to their works." Rev. 20:11, 12. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;As soon as the books of record are opened, and the eye of Jesus looks upon the wicked, they are conscious of every sin which they have ever committed. They see just where their feet diverged from the path of purity and holiness, just how far pride and rebellion have carried them in the violation of the law of God. The seductive temptations which they encouraged by indulgence in sin, the blessings perverted, the waves of mercy beaten back by the stubborn, unrepentant heart--all appear as if written in letters of fire. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: blue;"&gt;Panorama of the Great Conflict&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Above the throne is revealed the cross; and like a panoramic view appear the scenes of Adam's temptation and fall, and the successive steps in the great plan of redemption. The Saviour's lowly birth; His early life of simplicity and obedience; His baptism in Jordan; the fast and temptation in the wilderness; His public ministry, unfolding to men heaven's most precious blessings; the days crowded with deeds of love and mercy, the nights of prayer and watching in the solitude of the mountains; the plottings of envy, hate, and malice which repaid His benefits; the awful mysterious agony in Gethsemane, beneath the crushing weight of the sins of the whole world; His betrayal into the hands of the murderous mob; the fearful events of that night of horror: the unresisting prisoner, forsaken by His best-loved disciples, rudely hurried through the streets of Jerusalem; the Son of God exultingly displayed before Annas, arraigned in the high priest's palace, in the judgment hall of Pilate, before the cowardly and cruel Herod, mocked, insulted, tortured, and condemned to die--all are vividly portrayed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;And now before the swaying multitude are revealed the final scenes: the patient Sufferer treading the path to Calvary; the Prince of heaven hanging upon the cross; the haughty priests and the jeering rabble deriding His expiring agony; the supernatural darkness; the heaving earth, the rent rocks, the open graves, marking the moment when the world's Redeemer yielded up His life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;The awful spectacle appears just as it was. Satan, his angels, and his subjects have no power to turn from the picture of their own work. Each actor recalls the part which he performed. Herod, who slew the innocent children of Bethlehem that he might destroy the King of Israel; the base Herodias, upon whose guilty soul rests the blood of John the Baptist; the weak, time-serving Pilate; the mocking soldiers; the priests and rulers and the maddened throng who cried, "His blood be on us, and on our children"--all behold the enormity of their guilt. They vainly seek to hide from the divine majesty of His countenance, outshining the glory of the sun, while the redeemed cast their crowns at the Saviour's feet, exclaiming, "He died for me!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Amid the ransomed throng are the apostles of Christ, the heroic Paul, the ardent Peter, the loved and loving John, and their truehearted brethren, and with them the vast host of martyrs; while outside the walls, with every vile and abominable thing, are those by whom they were persecuted, imprisoned, and slain. There is Nero, that monster of cruelty and vice, beholding the joy and exaltation of those whom he once tortured, and in whose extremest anguish he found Satanic delight. His mother is there to witness the result of her own work; to see how the evil stamp of character transmitted to her son, the passions encouraged and developed by her influence and example, have borne fruit in crimes that caused the world to shudder. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;There are papist priests and prelates, who claimed to be Christ's ambassadors, yet employed the rack, the dungeon, and the stake to control the consciences of His people. There are the proud pontiffs who exalted themselves above God and presumed to change the law of the Most High. Those pretended fathers of the church have an account to render to God from which they would fain be excused. Too late they are made to see that the Omniscient One is jealous of His law, and that He will in no wise clear the guilty. They learn now that Christ identifies His interest with that of His suffering people; and they feel the force of His own words, "Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these My brethren, ye have done it unto Me." Matt. 25:40. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: blue;"&gt;At the Bar of Judgment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;The whole wicked world stand arraigned at the bar of God, on the charge of high treason against the government of heaven. They have none to plead their cause; they are without excuse; and the sentence of eternal death is pronounced against them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;It is now evident to all that the wages of sin is not noble independence and eternal life, but slavery, ruin, and death. The wicked see what they have forfeited by their life of rebellion. The far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory was despised when offered them; but how desirable it now appears. "All this," cries the lost soul, "I might have had, but I chose to put these things far from me. Oh, strange infatuation! I have exchanged peace, happiness, and honor for wretchedness, infamy, and despair." All see that their exclusion from heaven is just. In their lives they declared, We will not have this Jesus to reign over us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;As if entranced, the wicked have looked upon the coronation of the Son of God. They see in His hands the tables of the divine law, the statutes which they have despised and transgressed. They witness the outburst of wonder, rapture, and adoration from the saved; and as the wave of melody sweeps over the multitudes without the city, all with one voice exclaim, "Marvellous are Thy works, Lord God Almighty; just and true are Thy ways, Thou King of saints" (Rev. 15:3), and falling prostrate, they worship the Prince of life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1061207017796148783-9133847119779034310?l=beamjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beamjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/9133847119779034310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1061207017796148783&amp;postID=9133847119779034310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061207017796148783/posts/default/9133847119779034310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061207017796148783/posts/default/9133847119779034310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beamjoy.blogspot.com/2008/07/coronation-of-christ-excerpts-from.html' title='The Coronation of Christ      excerpts from the webmaster of pphsda'/><author><name>flare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00577770253239220151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_oJ49HrXy5JU/SH66g5P-FLI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ohxdBzWM4q8/S220/toinx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061207017796148783.post-9212505433207111649</id><published>2008-07-07T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:53:39.361-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scriptures'/><title type='text'>The Second Resurrection</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJ49HrXy5JU/SHRT_D_J2jI/AAAAAAAAAAs/t-RaTQMxl-g/s1600-h/r.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJ49HrXy5JU/SHRT_D_J2jI/AAAAAAAAAAs/t-RaTQMxl-g/s320/r.htm" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220890210896304690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJ49HrXy5JU/SHLXv3mpXYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/lD2KuJJxeXI/s1600-h/christ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJ49HrXy5JU/SHLXv3mpXYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/lD2KuJJxeXI/s320/christ.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220472135455694210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Chapter 64&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" &gt;The Second Resurrection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;HEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Jesus and all the retinue of holy angels, and all the redeemed saints, left the city. The angels surrounded their Commander and escorted Him on His way, and the train of redeemed saints followed. Then, in terrible, fearful majesty, Jesus called forth the wicked dead; and they came up with the same feeble, sickly bodies that went into the grave. What a spectacle! What a scene! At the first resurrection all came forth in immortal bloom, but at the second the marks of the curse are visible on all. The kings and noblemen of the earth, the mean and low, the learned and unlearned, come forth together. All behold the Son of man; and those very men who despised and mocked Him, who put the crown of thorns upon His sacred brow and smote Him with the reed, behold Him in all His kingly majesty. Those who spat upon Him in the hour of His trial now turn from His piercing gaze and from the glory of His countenance. Those who drove the nails through His hands and feet now look upon the marks of His crucifixion. Those who thrust the spear into His side behold the marks of their cruelty on His body. And they know that He is the very one whom they crucified and derided in His expiring agony. And then there arises one long protracted wail of agony, as they flee to hide from the presence of the King of kings and Lord of lords. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;All are seeking to hide in the rocks, to shield themselves from the terrible glory of Him whom they once despised. And, overwhelmed and pained with His majesty and exceeding glory, they with one accord raise their voices, and with terrible distinctness exclaim, "Blessed is He that cometh in the name of the Lord!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;Then Jesus and the holy angels, accompanied by all the saints, again go to the city, and the bitter lamentations and wailings of the doomed wicked fill the air. Then I saw that Satan again commenced his work. He passed around among his subjects and made the weak and feeble strong, and told them that he and his angels were powerful. He pointed to the countless millions who had been raised. There were mighty warriors and kings who were well skilled in battle and who had conquered kingdoms. And there were mighty giants and valiant men who had never lost a battle. There was the proud, ambitious Napoleon, whose approach had caused kingdoms to tremble. There stood men of lofty stature and dignified bearing, who had fallen in battle while thirsting to conquer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;As they come forth from their graves, they resume the current of their thoughts where it ceased in death. They possess the same desire to conquer which ruled when they fell. Satan consults with his angels, and then with those kings and conquerors and mighty men. Then he looks over the vast army, and tells them that the company in the city is small and feeble, and that they can go up and take it, and cast out its inhabitants, and possess its riches and glory themselves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Satan succeeds in deceiving them, and all immediately begin to prepare themselves for battle. There are many skillful men in that vast army, and they construct all kinds of implements of war. Then with Satan at their head, the multitude move on. Kings and warriors follow close after Satan, and the multitude follow after in companies. Each company has its leader, and order is observed as they march over the broken surface of the earth to the  Holy City . Jesus closes the gates of the city, and this vast army surround it, and place themselves in battle array, expecting a fierce conflict.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1061207017796148783-9212505433207111649?l=beamjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beamjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/9212505433207111649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1061207017796148783&amp;postID=9212505433207111649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061207017796148783/posts/default/9212505433207111649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061207017796148783/posts/default/9212505433207111649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beamjoy.blogspot.com/2008/07/second-resurrection.html' title='The Second Resurrection'/><author><name>flare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00577770253239220151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_oJ49HrXy5JU/SH66g5P-FLI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ohxdBzWM4q8/S220/toinx.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJ49HrXy5JU/SHRT_D_J2jI/AAAAAAAAAAs/t-RaTQMxl-g/s72-c/r.htm' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061207017796148783.post-6089706136124107831</id><published>2008-07-02T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T19:54:52.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Textbooks, Bibles, Ballpens, and Bibles...</title><content type='html'>This week has been so complicated due to different activities, assignments, meetings and rehearsals. But that did not make me exhausted coz this week has our Week of Prayer which meant shortened classes that would give us a break though listening to the words of the Best Teacher. so, I'll be back for more updates and will share to you what I know... Till next time....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1061207017796148783-6089706136124107831?l=beamjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beamjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/6089706136124107831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1061207017796148783&amp;postID=6089706136124107831' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061207017796148783/posts/default/6089706136124107831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061207017796148783/posts/default/6089706136124107831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beamjoy.blogspot.com/2008/07/textbooks-bibles-ballpens-and-bibles.html' title='Textbooks, Bibles, Ballpens, and Bibles...'/><author><name>flare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00577770253239220151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_oJ49HrXy5JU/SH66g5P-FLI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ohxdBzWM4q8/S220/toinx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061207017796148783.post-6576789959069410606</id><published>2008-07-01T01:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T02:28:04.816-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='touchers...'/><title type='text'>a story for your dad</title><content type='html'>Daddy's day&lt;br /&gt;by Cheryl Costello-Forshey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her hair up in a pony tail, her favorite dress tied with a bow&lt;br /&gt;Today was Daddy's Day at school, and she couldn't wait to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But her mommy tired to tell her, that she probably should stay home&lt;br /&gt;Why the kids might not understand, if she went to school alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she was not afraid; she knew just what to say&lt;br /&gt;What to tell her classmates. on this Daddy's Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still her mother worried, for her to face this day alone&lt;br /&gt;And that was why once again, she tried to keep her daughter home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the little girl went to school, eager to tell then all&lt;br /&gt;About a dad she never sees, a dad who never calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were daddies along the wall in back, for everyone to meet&lt;br /&gt;Children squirming impatiently, anxious in their seats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One by one the teacher called,  a student from the class&lt;br /&gt;To introduce their daddy, as seconds slowly passed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last the teacher called her name, every child turned to stare&lt;br /&gt;Each of them were searching, for a man who wasn't there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where's her daddy at?" she heard a boy call out&lt;br /&gt;"She probably doesn't have one," another student dared to shout&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And from somewhere near the back, she heard a daddy say&lt;br /&gt;"Looks like another deadbeat dad, too busy to waste is day."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words did not offend her, as she smiled at her friends&lt;br /&gt;And looked back at her teacher, who told her to begin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with hands behind her back, slowly she began to speak&lt;br /&gt;And out from the mouth of a child, came words incredibly unique&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My Daddy couldn't be here, because he lives so far away&lt;br /&gt;But I know he wishes he could be with me on this day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And though you cannot meet him, I wanted you to know&lt;br /&gt;All about my daddy, and how much he loves me so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loved to tell me stories, he taught me to ride my bike&lt;br /&gt;He surprised me with pink roses, and taught me to fly a kite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We used to share fudge sundaes and ice cream in a cone&lt;br /&gt;And though you cannot see him, i'm not standing all alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause my daddy's always with me, even though we are apart&lt;br /&gt;I know he told me, he'll forever be here in my heart"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With thjat her little hand reached up, and lay across her chest&lt;br /&gt;Feeling her own heartbeat, beneath her favorite dress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From somewhere in the crowd of dads, her mother stood in tears&lt;br /&gt;Proudly watching her daughter, who was wise beyond her years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stood for the love of a man not in her life&lt;br /&gt;Doing what was best for her, doing what was right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she dropped her hand back down, staring straight into the crowd&lt;br /&gt;She finished with  a voice so soft, but its message clear and loud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'i love my daddy very much, he's my shining star&lt;br /&gt;If he could be here, but heaven's just too far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when i close my eyes, It's like he never went away."&lt;br /&gt;Then he closed her eyes, and saw him there that day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To her mother's amazement, she witnessed with surprise&lt;br /&gt;A room full of daddies and children, all starting to close their eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows what they saw before them, who knows what they felt inside&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps for a second, they saw him at her side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know you're with me Daddy," to the silence she called out&lt;br /&gt;What happened next made believers, of those once filled with doubt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one in that room could explain it, for each of their eyes had been closed&lt;br /&gt;But there placed on her desktop, was a beautiful fragrant pink rose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A child was blessed, if only a moment, by the love of her shining bright star&lt;br /&gt;And given the gift of believing, that heaven is too far.....&lt;div 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dad'/><author><name>flare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00577770253239220151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_oJ49HrXy5JU/SH66g5P-FLI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ohxdBzWM4q8/S220/toinx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061207017796148783.post-7308867428761237231</id><published>2008-06-25T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T23:13:23.547-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rainy days and school days...'/><title type='text'>alow!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/61/74/16594716/1_808755672l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/61/74/16594716/1_808755672l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/flarelessness"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt; Whew! it's my first time to drop a blog here... So, im hoping i could maintain dropping some stuffs in this account. hehehhh.....well,thanks to that freelance writer Gideon Lasco. I've been his avid fan for almost a year... I sometimes read his articles in the travel magazines so i searched his name in the web so i could get to know him better... And whew! He's got big big achievements in conquering the wonders of nature through mountaineering. hehehe...Well, obviously i am  nature lover. And sometimes join outdoor adventures whenever i have nothing else to do. But unfortunately, this year has been making me busy. Well, that would be much better if i'd stay busy rather than do nothing at all... So, maybe that's all for today. I'll just drop by another day if i still have time.... Adios amigo! amigas!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1061207017796148783-7308867428761237231?l=beamjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beamjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/7308867428761237231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1061207017796148783&amp;postID=7308867428761237231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061207017796148783/posts/default/7308867428761237231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061207017796148783/posts/default/7308867428761237231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beamjoy.blogspot.com/2008/06/alow.html' title='alow!!!'/><author><name>flare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00577770253239220151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_oJ49HrXy5JU/SH66g5P-FLI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ohxdBzWM4q8/S220/toinx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
