<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1183602674771354187</id><updated>2011-11-27T07:31:18.758+08:00</updated><category term='Prelims Result'/><category term='Share Jesus'/><category term='Fellowship'/><category term='Mid Term Exams'/><category term='Relationships'/><category term='UAAP'/><category term='Hillsong'/><category term='Ateneo'/><category term='Alma Mater'/><category term='Mid Terms Result'/><category term='FEU'/><category term='Rocesians'/><category term='Admirers :))'/><category term='Faculty Evaluation'/><category term='FEU Outdoor Trips'/><category term='Chris Tomlin'/><category term='Corban Wheels Ministry'/><category term='Holy Spirit'/><category term='Spiritual'/><category term='Evangelism'/><category term='FEU Outstanding Alumni'/><category term='Ministry-Corban Wheels Presentation'/><category term='Man&apos;s Downfall'/><category term='Stalker'/><category term='Contagious Christian'/><category term='Hell'/><category term='Bestfriends'/><category term='Songs'/><category term='Word of Hope Church'/><category term='Kuya Kevin Sanders'/><category term='SFC-Morayta'/><category term='Verses'/><category term='Quizzes'/><category term='Reunion'/><category term='Video'/><category term='Pastor Marvin Roberts'/><category term='Ptr. Jordan Escusa'/><category term='Worship'/><category term='Funny Professors'/><category term='Mass Communication'/><category term='Relatives'/><category term='GSI'/><category term='Sermons'/><category term='Unconditional Love'/><category term='Ministry-VOICE Teachers'/><category term='Soul Winning'/><category term='Planetshakers'/><category term='Blessed Jeahpee'/><category term='Mapua Institute of Technology'/><category term='Bands'/><category term='World Hip-Hop Competition'/><category term='Cell Group-FEU'/><category term='Gift of Salvation'/><category term='UST'/><category term='James Huey'/><category term='Prelim Exams'/><category term='Cell Group-Roces and Company'/><category term='Nursing Licensure Exam'/><category term='Prelims Results'/><category term='Basketball'/><category term='Ministry-San Fransisco High School'/><category term='Anniversaries'/><category term='UP'/><category term='Philippine Allstars'/><category term='College Grading System'/><category term='Evangelists'/><category term='grabbed posts'/><category term='Birthdays'/><category term='Christianity'/><category term='Youth Rally'/><category term='Adamson'/><category term='Foreign Pastors'/><category term='FEU Film Society'/><category term='Satan'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='Dance'/><category term='Literary Works'/><category term='Christ-likeness'/><category term='Youth Alive Ministry'/><category term='Revival'/><category term='Books'/><title type='text'>Freedom Unleashed</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeahlabyeshua.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1183602674771354187/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeahlabyeshua.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jeah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09297568703198514552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SUgUjgeU2xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KHDv-HyrJ10/S220/ssdfsdf.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>84</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1183602674771354187.post-3493163522857215362</id><published>2009-10-28T01:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T01:50:48.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tumblr</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I say… &lt;b&gt;“I am a Christian”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I’m not shouting “I’m clean livin.”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m whispering “I was lost,”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now I’m found and forgiven.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I say…”I am a Christian”&lt;br /&gt;I don’t speak of this with pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I’m confessing that I stumble&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and need CHRIST to be my guide.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I say… “I am a Christian”&lt;br /&gt;I’m not trying to be strong.&lt;br /&gt;I’m professing that &lt;b&gt;I’m weak&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and need HIS strength to carry on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I say… “I am a Christian”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I’m not bragging of success.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I’m admitting I have failed&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and need God to clean my mess.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I say… “I am a Christian”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I’m not claiming to be perfect,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;My flaws are far too visible&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;but, &lt;u&gt;God believes I am worth it.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I say… “I am a Christian”&lt;br /&gt;I still feel the sting of pain,&lt;br /&gt;I have my share of heartaches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;So I call upon His name.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I say… “I am a Christian”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I’m not holier than thou,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m just a simple sinner&lt;br /&gt;who received &lt;b&gt;God’s good grace&lt;/b&gt;, somehow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1183602674771354187-3493163522857215362?l=jeahlabyeshua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeahlabyeshua.blogspot.com/feeds/3493163522857215362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1183602674771354187&amp;postID=3493163522857215362&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1183602674771354187/posts/default/3493163522857215362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1183602674771354187/posts/default/3493163522857215362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeahlabyeshua.blogspot.com/2009/10/tumblr.html' title='Tumblr'/><author><name>Jeah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09297568703198514552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SUgUjgeU2xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KHDv-HyrJ10/S220/ssdfsdf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1183602674771354187.post-5167708490398290074</id><published>2009-09-06T13:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T13:19:41.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"TO EVERY GUY"</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"We are a Dying Breed"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;To every guy that has said, "You're beautiful."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; To every guy that has said, "Sex CAN wait."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; To every guy that was never too busy to drive across town to see her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; To every guy that gives flowers and a card.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; To every guy who has given her flowers just because.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; To every guy that said he would die for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; To every guy that really would.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; To every guy that did what she wanted to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; To every guy that cried in front of her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; To every guy that she cried in front of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; To every guy that holds hands with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; To every guy that hugs her when she's sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; To every guy that hugs her for no reason at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; To every guy who would give their jacket up for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; To every guy that calls(or texts) to make sure she got home safe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; To every guy that would sit and wait for her for hours just to see her for ten minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; To every guy that would give his seat up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; To every guy that just wants to cuddle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; To every guy that reassured her that she was beautiful no matter what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; To every guy who told his secrets to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; To every guy that tried to show how much he cared through every word and every breath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; To every guy that thought maybe this could be the one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; To every guy that believed in her dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; To every guy that would have done anything so she could achieve them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; To every guy that never laughed at her when she told him her dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; To every guy that walked her to her house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; To every guy that gave his heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; To every guy who prays that she is happy even if he is not with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; To every guy who is willing to wait for years just to prove his love for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; To every guy who still prioritizes God instead of making the girl as the sun of his life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...This one bulletin post is for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not many girls appreciate nice guys anymore... And because of this, there are not many left out there... I guarantee 90% of the men on your page will not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;repost&lt;/span&gt; this because they care more about their image. If you are a nice guy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;repost&lt;/span&gt; this with "We're a Dying Breed " If you are a girl that thinks every guy should treat a girl this way &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;repost&lt;/span&gt; this with: "To Every Guy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got this from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ptr./DJ Jordan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Escusa&lt;/span&gt; from the GENERATION CONGREGATION Church. If you want to know him, visit &lt;a href="http://thejesusrocker.multiply.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;www.thejesusrocker.multiply.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I posted this so I can tell everyone that I already moved to Tumblr. Not that I moved MOVED, but I would definitely update it more than this blogspot account. Yet, I won't and never delete this 'cause many people were inspired by this blog. You can follow me there, everyone is welcome. Any way, TUMBLR is BETTER AND MUCH EASIER I can say. You can share photos, videos, links, quotations and anything easily. If you know why I blog, then you'll appreciate my commendation. God bless you and hope to see you in Tumblr :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.waybeyondbelief.tumblr.com"&gt;www.waybeyondbelief.tumblr.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1183602674771354187-5167708490398290074?l=jeahlabyeshua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeahlabyeshua.blogspot.com/feeds/5167708490398290074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1183602674771354187&amp;postID=5167708490398290074&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1183602674771354187/posts/default/5167708490398290074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1183602674771354187/posts/default/5167708490398290074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeahlabyeshua.blogspot.com/2009/09/to-every-guy.html' title='&quot;TO EVERY GUY&quot;'/><author><name>Jeah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09297568703198514552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SUgUjgeU2xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KHDv-HyrJ10/S220/ssdfsdf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1183602674771354187.post-6367189934756984377</id><published>2009-05-22T02:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T03:57:03.793+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Basketball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gift of Salvation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Man&apos;s Downfall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Literary Works'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Satan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christianity'/><title type='text'>WALK THE TALK.</title><content type='html'>I just posted another journal on my Multiply account, besides publishing one because of this issued Hacker named &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHRISTOPHER BUTTERFIELD&lt;/span&gt;. Oh btw, I don't know if it's true but it's always better to be careful especially those who just adds and accepts contact invitations without knowing them personally. Not me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Just admit it, He is undeniably neglected by many. Totoo naman eh. I can't believe why people doesn't walk what they talk. Maybe it's time for you to absorb this thing :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One day Satan &amp;amp; Jesus were having a conversation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Satan&lt;/span&gt; had just departed from the Garden of Eden &amp;amp; he was gloating &amp;amp; boasting.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, sir, I just caught a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;World &lt;/span&gt;full of people down there. I set me a trap &amp;amp; used a little bait. I knew they couldn't resist. Got 'em all!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What are you going to do with them?" &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jesus &lt;/span&gt;asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Satan&lt;/span&gt; replied, "Oh, I'm gonna have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;fun&lt;/span&gt;! I'm gonna teach them how to marry &amp;amp; divorce each other, how to hate &amp;amp; abuse each other, how to drink &amp;amp; smoke &amp;amp; curse. I'm gonna teach them how to invent guns &amp;amp; bombs &amp;amp; kill each other. I'm really gonna have fun!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"..and what will you do when you get done with them?" &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jesus&lt;/span&gt; asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, I'll kill 'em" &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Satan&lt;/span&gt; glared proudly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How much do you want for them?" &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jesus&lt;/span&gt; asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Satan&lt;/span&gt; replied, "Oh, you don't want those people. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;They ain't no good&lt;/span&gt;. See, you'll take them &amp;amp; they'll just hate you. They'll spit on you, curse you then kill you. You don't want those people!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How much?" &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jesus&lt;/span&gt; asked again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Satan&lt;/span&gt; looked at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jesus&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; sneered, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"All your blood, tears, &amp;amp; your life."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jesus &lt;/span&gt;said &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;without hesitation,&lt;/span&gt; "DONE!"&lt;br /&gt;Then He paid the price at the CROSS&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. It is finished.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it funny &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;how simple it is for people to trash God&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; then wonder why the World's going to Hell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it funny &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;how someone can say "I believe in God" but still follow Satan&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it funny &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;how you can repost a thousand jokes, stories, trivia, videos, pictures, (MOSTLY &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WORLDLY&lt;/span&gt;!)&lt;/span&gt; through websites and telecommunications and they spread like wildfire, but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;when you start viewing such regarding the Lord, you &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;think twice&lt;/span&gt; about sharing&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it funny &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;how you can be more worried about what other people think of you than what God thinks of you&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you truly love God, don't be ashamed, self centered and WORLDLY. Huwag kang maging makamundo! Puro, "FUN" lang ang iniisip mo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON'T YOU KNOW THAT &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"SATAN-of-this-WORLD"&lt;/span&gt; ACTUALLY BELIEVE THAT YOU ARE NOT OF ANY GOOD! Pero.. mas pinipili mo siya, unconsciously. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God believes in you, 'cause He cares for you and He knows you personally. You are not of this WORLD, but one of HIS CHILDREN. Love God, and be not ashamed of all the marvelous things He has done for you, share this to everyone.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know why I opened my Friendster account today and happened to read bulletins out of no where. 'Cause I am rarely interested on the bulletins posted by FS addicts (knowing that 98% of it are just plain nonsense. And I don't use my account actively.) and then I saw this thing from my church mate's FS Bulletin. I altered it big time and emphasized what's needed to be stressed out to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's be random a li'l bit, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NBA Playoffs&lt;/span&gt; just keeps on getting better and better! Adrenaline rush!! Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EAST CONFERENCE&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Orlando Magic&lt;/span&gt;'s Center *slash* Star player, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dwight Howard&lt;/span&gt; caused an 8 minute delay on the first Playoff game versus (owmehn the bloodied bruised &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LeBron James&lt;/span&gt;' team) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cavaliers&lt;/span&gt;! Howard was burning "Superman" at the moment and smashed a full dunk and broke the shot clock! Maintenance crew needed to work with it for a couple of minutes. When the game resumed, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cavaliers&lt;/span&gt; took the lead but in the end, was not able to defeat the red hot &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Magic &lt;/span&gt;players with a final score of 107-106 victory ball game. YEAH! 1 - 0!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=8,0,0,0" id="yfop" width="320" height="270"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://d.yimg.com/m/up/fop/embedflv/swf/fop.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="id=13575875&amp;amp;shareEnable=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://d.yimg.com/m/up/fop/embedflv/swf/fop.swf" name="yfop" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="id=13575875&amp;amp;shareEnable=1" width="320" height="270"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: &lt;a href="http://sports.yahoo.com/nba/blog/ball_dont_lie/post/Dwight-Howard-s-dunk-destroys-shot-clock-delays;_ylt=AtmPVagpHD1LlYz1dt.fhOmLCpJ4?urn=nba,164815"&gt;Yahoo! Sports&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whilst, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WEST CONFERENCE&lt;/span&gt; - 1 - 0 Baby! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lakers&lt;/span&gt; did it again. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bryant&lt;/span&gt; scored 40 points, including six free throws in the final 30 seconds, to give the Lakers a 105-103 victory after being outplayed most of the game.  I think, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chauncey Billups&lt;/span&gt; did what &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carmelo Anthony&lt;/span&gt; should've done. But then again, I'm a Laker fan, who cares! Hahaha! Kudos, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KOBE&lt;/span&gt;! (Yes, maybe he's a "BALL HOG" at least he's not infected with Swine Flu! LoL. corny)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Swine Flu, this is from a good friend of mine, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joyce Miramar&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Word of Hope Church&lt;/span&gt; also, a Pastor'sKid she is! Our Facebook status:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="profile_status"&gt;&lt;span id="status_text"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Study shows that Swine Flu Virus (H1N1-influenza A) is acquired through air. Ecologists says that the best way to clean the air is by rain. We Filipinos wonder "Why rain in summer?" God said, "You'll see!" Now you know He has plans for you, not to harm us but to prosper us, give us hope and better future.. THAT'S HOW GREAT GOD IS! :D:D&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Medyo iniba ko na kasi kaya hindi na 'yan original. These few lines are very moving and encouraging. God really is control of anything and everything! Tonight, as of 11PM something, (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bandila&lt;/span&gt; time slot) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DOH&lt;/span&gt; announced that there's already a confirmed case of Swine flu. How dreadful to hear that because since that influenza started to scare our country, I was really praying that no Filipino people will be inflicted by it. But then the bad news kept echoing into my ears now. The News said that a 10-year old girl from USA(?) arrived around May19? and accumulated high fever and sore throats the day after she and her family arrived so she went through the Thermal Scanner leaving the Airport officials with no worries. As of now, it leaves the whole country with a very big turmoil to face.. MALAPIT NA PASUKAN! AS for now, I am really afraid to go out. I mean, seriously,  I was fear stricken though I know God will never let bad things happen to me. I really thank God for He did not allow us to go on vacation like REAL VACATION (going to different places) for I am really scared that I or one of my relatives get near to being infected of the said airborne virus. Instead, He made us busy with ministering to people. Church Ministries! Oh Lord, please touch those who needed your healing hands.. and let not that virus infect any one starting right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..and for another disappointing News, I pity &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Katrina Halili&lt;/span&gt; a lot. As well as with the other girls involved with the "Sex Scandal Videos" of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dr. Hayden Kho&lt;/span&gt;. I am not in favor of Prostitution, Perversity, SEX VIDEOS and such especially when a PROFESSIONAL  is behind those humiliating acts. Who will be in favor, I may say? Grabe lang talaga. Is he out of his mind? It's a big disgrace for him, for his school &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-UST pa naman&lt;/span&gt;.. for his profession and colleagues. It's a big deal for me not because the involved persons are TV Personalities, babae ako eh. (Uyy. First time hahaha) ..and for a fact that I am a Christian, I know what's right in the eyes of people and in the eyes of GOD. I salute&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Senator Revilla&lt;/span&gt; and also &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Katrina&lt;/span&gt; for fighting for her right. What a brave girl kahit alam niyang she's somewhat humiliated because of this issue. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shame on you, Dr. Hayden Kho, and to those who are responsible for scattering those controversial scandalous deeds of perversity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Speaking of TV, hahaha nagtataka 'yung pinsan ko bakit daw alam ko 'yung "Mukhasim" ng &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wowowee&lt;/span&gt;. I commented on her latest album which shows her "nene pictures".. Sayang lang kasi lahat ng pictures naming &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fab Five&lt;/span&gt; nung mga bata pa eh nasa akin. At tamad ako mag upload because I have so many as in MANY (Manny Pacquiao hahaha corny ko eh?) pending uploads and drafts. Ugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://craftfatality.multiply.com/photos/album/38/HAHAHAHA#8"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 281px; height: 211px;" src="http://images.craftfatality.multiply.com/image/4/photos/38/500x500/8/DSC05480.JPG?et=pkOg972AD%2CnmK%2CWDSjk%2C7A&amp;amp;nmid=245451211" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Mas cute pa si Tita Pie eh. Hahaha!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeah&lt;/span&gt;: Congratulations ikaw ang MUKHASIM! LOLOLOLOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mae&lt;/span&gt;: si kuya mark ung sa igiling giling :)) hahaha. kk. congrats, nanunuod ka na ng tv ngayon. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. I'm happy to know that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TRINA ETONG's case&lt;/span&gt;'s now closed. Sa totoo lang, true to honesty, I look up and admire &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ted Failon&lt;/span&gt; so much. I manage to listen to him and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ms. Korina Sanchez&lt;/span&gt; sa &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DZMM&lt;/span&gt;. I love them as commentators and journalists. Eh pare, kaparehas ko sila ng &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fields of interests&lt;/span&gt;! Journalism and study of clean and pure Politics. Haha! TRUE ENOUGH. I know&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Mr. Ted&lt;/span&gt; is innocent since &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;April 15, 2009&lt;/span&gt;. Grabe 'yan pa 'yung napiling date para mangyari 'yung case na 'yan. Uhm, sobrang fed up na kayo ng news. Sports, Showbiz(?), at Current Events! HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagtataka lang ako. Bakit sobrang daming nag co-comment sa pictures ko sa Facebook eh nasa Multiply naman 'yung karamihan. At, at, ang daming nag uusap sa wall ko. Mga adik kong kaibigan, oo! Hahah! At alam niyo ba, BADTRIP eh! Yung 30 minute video namin sa&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Pol Sci&lt;/span&gt;, na ako gumawa, GRABE inuplaod ko kanina sa &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YouTube.com&lt;/span&gt;. Tinanggalan ba naman ng Audio! LINTIK NA! Yung mga sex scandal nga may tunog eh at napapanuod na ng buong mundo! (oh, paano ko nalaman na may tunog yon? Napanuod ko na kasi. Hahahaha! Oh, bawal mag joke?)  Samantalang 'yung napaka conservative kong video para sa school requirement......... restricted daw dahil walang copy right? Hahaha! Sabagay, kasi yung iba nga naman dung clips downloaded straight from YouTube din. I'm half guilty, a'right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..sa Multiply ko na lang inupload. God bless! :&gt;&lt;br /&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/1183602674771354187-6367189934756984377?l=jeahlabyeshua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeahlabyeshua.blogspot.com/feeds/6367189934756984377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1183602674771354187&amp;postID=6367189934756984377&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1183602674771354187/posts/default/6367189934756984377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1183602674771354187/posts/default/6367189934756984377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeahlabyeshua.blogspot.com/2009/05/walk-talk.html' title='WALK THE TALK.'/><author><name>Jeah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09297568703198514552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SUgUjgeU2xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KHDv-HyrJ10/S220/ssdfsdf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1183602674771354187.post-3392069520221445621</id><published>2009-05-10T23:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T00:02:50.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The greatest woman in the world..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. is she.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="width: 585px; height: 439px;" src="http://i41.tinypic.com/2em3plw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related or not related, everyone is so dear to her and she is so dear to everyone. Maybe that's why almost anyone calls her &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Mommy Eps'&lt;/span&gt;, given that&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Eppie&lt;/span&gt; is her nickname. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Tita Eden'&lt;/span&gt; to my barkada and friends.. and simple as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Mommy'&lt;/span&gt; to me and  my siblings. Whatever they call my mom, I know for myself that she's the greatest woman in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;"The hand that rocks the cradle is the hand that rules the world."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- W.L Ross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom trained me in the way that I should be trained. Together with my Dad who greatly influenced me to become a great person. In my younger years, I already live as if I am responsible to everything that's happening around me. People to me, is a burden. Not in a mean way, but I have this burden that once I knew a person, I always feel that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have to lead him/her to God no matter what it takes me&lt;/span&gt;. This drive and inspiration, I utterly believe, came from my Mom (Also from Dad, of course.). A great servant of the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love unconditionally. Though I have limitations and weaknesses, I love so much. Even though people tend to treat my less reasonably than my good intentions deserve, I give everything out of love. I&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; SACRIFICE&lt;/span&gt; a lot. I suffer too much for the welfare of all the people I love.. I show my utmost love from the simplest to the most complex way that I can. Sometimes, I think that's the only mistake that I can forever tolerate in my whole life - being kind to those who are not deserving. But then again.. I was trained by my Mom &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;reflect God's love&lt;/span&gt;. God's amazing and unconditional love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She practically taught me to care for my siblings as if I suffered laboring for them. Even to my Kuya, I tried and will always try to take care of him like Mommy does. And to Wiess, I will always be a mother-figure to her that she can still cry to me about boys even if I have my own family already. That's how much I love Kuya and Shobe... that I would never ever waste my time enjoying the world and forgetting how important they are to me. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I would leave everything for them.&lt;/span&gt; Just like how much a mother cares for her children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Her joy is everything to me.&lt;/span&gt; I cannot simply say that I'm her life's pride though I can say I make her proud most of the time. She taught me how t&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o be dedicated to everything&lt;/span&gt;. Giving a hundred and one percent to every deed, in every aspect. Whether it's for my studies, for my service for the Lord, for my friends and loved ones, and even for a simple house chore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a perfect daughter but I would never ever take the risk of being near to an imperfect and rebellious child. I regret those times that I would answer back to her when she nags and nags about my mistakes. But that happens all the time. I would always make mistakes, and I continue to realize... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that's why she exist.. to mold me for my betterment&lt;/span&gt;. That's why Mothers exist.  She maybe kind of elated right now because of reading this simple yet articulate literacy. But heck, these are just words. I hate the fact that she is far from my grips and I cannot hug and kiss her when I needed and wanted to. But I know God always makes her feel how much we miss and love her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.tinypic.com/2qswlms.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot point out and enumerate those things that I learned from my Mom here. Though I wanted to list all of them, this blog won't be able to accommodate every good values and lessons one can learn from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dr. Eden Pascual La Guardia.&lt;/span&gt; It's just that, I learned so much from her and I will forever take those things until the day that I myself would handle my own family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If God would only tolerate IDOLATRY then I would exuberantly, enthusiastically IDOLIZE my Mom&lt;/span&gt; for her very unique way of upbringing her children (and husband too ;p). She's not just a woman of God, but a woman of substance. She has something that anyone would adore and look up to. I don't know what to say any more.. but the only thing that I want to stress out here is that,  without my Mom, there would be no the-fun-to-be-with, loving friend, born leader, talented and gifted&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jahaziel Ann Pascual La Guardia &lt;/span&gt;living in favor right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i41.tinypic.com/k39b1h.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mommy, I love you so much. Ingat ka diyan palagi! Predicaments in life doesn't matter as long as we're binded by God in spirit. Thank you Mommy for just being you. I love you, and I will never get tired of uttering it to you and to every people that you touched. I would not be who I am right now - "THE JEAH EVERYONE IS LOOKING UP TO" if you were a complacent Mother.. so thank you, Ma! We miss you and we really love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A late HAPPY MOTHER's DAY to all your hot mommas&lt;/span&gt;! ;)&lt;br /&gt;Ang hirap pala mag PM sa text sa lahat ng kakilala ko sana natanggap niyo yung pag bati ko sa Moms niyo. Next time ko na ike-kwento ang nangyari sa Mother's day, Sunday! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.S.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Matuturing ko na ngang Nanay sarili ko dahil sa mga responsibility na ipinagkatiwala sakin ni Mommy. Ang hirap.. for almost 4? years.. pero patuloy kong nare-realize na mas mahirap ang pinagdaanan ni Mommy kesa sa akin. MAHALIN NIYO MGA NANAY NIYO, guys! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S Sa mga nagtatanong kung saan ko nakuha ang maganda kong katawan...XD Ehem.. ask my Hot MOTHER! :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1183602674771354187-3392069520221445621?l=jeahlabyeshua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeahlabyeshua.blogspot.com/feeds/3392069520221445621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1183602674771354187&amp;postID=3392069520221445621&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1183602674771354187/posts/default/3392069520221445621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1183602674771354187/posts/default/3392069520221445621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeahlabyeshua.blogspot.com/2009/05/greatest-woman-in-world.html' title='The greatest woman in the world..'/><author><name>Jeah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09297568703198514552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SUgUjgeU2xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KHDv-HyrJ10/S220/ssdfsdf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i41.tinypic.com/2em3plw_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1183602674771354187.post-1502215596724384165</id><published>2009-05-02T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T05:29:38.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ExceRenz!</title><content type='html'>Because I slept late.. (okay you got me, I slept around 5am. Hahaha!) .. the result is late wake up time! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment I woke up, I saw the kasambahays watching &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wowowee&lt;/span&gt; and what the heck it's nearly 1PM already! Funny thing is this - this incident is very unusual. I really don't know why my body clock changed a lot for the past I-don't-know days. I usually sleep late but also wake up early as possible. Like around 6 to 8 in the morning. Okay, no big deal since it's summer but It kind of irritates my system. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then.. since the show (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wowowee&lt;/span&gt; nga! Yes I do watch it!  Kasi wala akong tigil sa katatawa pag napapanuod yon! 'Pag nasa bahay lang. Eh minsan lang ako ma-imprison sa bahay since I am a very busy woman. ) entertained me much, time flew so fast that I merely recognize that it's near 2PM already. I hurried off, took a bath and didn't eat a thing nor plunge any liquid into my throat, went of to church for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Corban Wheels Training&lt;/span&gt;. Late comers won't be tolerated anymore. We really need to be strict. It's a disgrace for me because I'm part of the leadership team and I,  myself, cannot follow simple rules like punctuality. In fact it's not even a rule. It's practicing our professionalism and.... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EXCELLENCE&lt;/span&gt;. Especially that we are indeed workers of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived at church 15 minutes late and was not surprised to see a lot of them in a huge circle discussing important thing already. Yes, today's the day that we are ought to announce to the whole &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Corban&lt;/span&gt; members that the whole concert thing is dumped into scratch and is not possible anymore. The good thing is the leaders know how to put a little bit of suspense and was not able to tell it before the exhortation. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ba't lagi niyo kaming binibitin?"&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joan&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ang hirap talaga pag bitin ano? *imitiating the Ariel TV commercial* puera lang sa telenovela ha?"&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jhuart&lt;/span&gt;. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXCELLENCE was the topic and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kuya Renz&lt;/span&gt; discussed it. Whilst the exhortation was going on, there are still many late comers. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kuya Renz&lt;/span&gt; uttered that in God's ministry like ours - dealing with arts and talents, we need not to be ordinary because we are serving a great big God. And I do agree with that. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"You have the biggest drive, you have the greatest reason, you have the greatest inspiration to step up and excel, why not do it now? Why not start right away? Kailngan pa bang ipagpa bukas ang pag e-excel for God? Do you think you have much time? No, you don't have. But it's never too late to be excellent at this moment. You have all the reason not to settle in mediocre things, do it now."&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kuya Renz&lt;/span&gt;. What a very powerful speaker and.. dancer haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after a prayer, a'right! The moment of truth. Haha! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ate Ghen&lt;/span&gt; announced the result of our overnight meeting last Sunday. She started it off with a laugh. Hahaha! She always start everything with a laugh making everyone chuckle with her. Haha! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"*laughs hard* Ano ba gusto niyo...*laughs* good news muna o.. *laughs* bad news?*laughs hard*&lt;/span&gt;" Haha! Tawa ng tawa! And then.. the announcement came out of her mouth at last. I though she will never stop laughing that moment, adik eh! Haha! What's good with the members is that I didn't notice anyone who frowned nor made a complain-looking face. Instead, everyone was okay with it. It gone better when we announced the better news. That &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Corban Wheels Ministry&lt;/span&gt; is finally, in God's grace was recognized as a church ministry and was included to be part of the opening of the 4:30 service every Sunday. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YES, EVERY SUNDAY!&lt;/span&gt; Making ourselves more busy with the ministry, more busy with the people we're ministering to and more busy giving God the glory and highest worship! Yay! And since we really need to cheer them up, especially those who are upset of the said canceled concert, I finally spoke and encourage them to give the same or more effort for every presentation knowing that a concert is just composed of multiple presentation and no concert will be possible without any of those tiny presentations. It only means that htey have t exert more willingness, more heart, more passion on what they have to do in every presentation, big or small, it's still for the King of kings and Lord of all the lords. Of course, inside jokes were included. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mawawala ba ang pagpapatawa pag si Jeah na ang nagsalita?&lt;/span&gt; Haha! NO WAY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..Fun! Anyway, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joyce &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Patricia&lt;/span&gt; are back to training! Thank God, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joyce&lt;/span&gt; was okay after killing herself sa &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ateneo&lt;/span&gt; trainings niya. Yeah, she's a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CADs&lt;/span&gt; (Crew of Ateneo Dancers) member. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Corban Theater&lt;/span&gt; separated from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Corban Dance&lt;/span&gt; and training was held. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ate Flor&lt;/span&gt; conducted the warm-ups. Grabe lang eh! Hahaha! She's so flexible that she can do any kind of splits or skills that that deals into stretching your legs apart. Woah! Hahaha! And then conditioning. What can we expect? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kuya Renz&lt;/span&gt; led the conditioning starting with the bicycles crunches. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Go Team Pacquiao!!"&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeah&lt;/span&gt;. Hahaha! We were like boxers training for a pound for pound boxing match. And now, my abdomen's fighting with pain. Haha! and many more crunches and push-ups. Arch! Bridge! My favorite bending. I can do it always, regardless of the use haha kidding! Thanks muscles, for cooperating! LOL!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "You have to maintain the L form like forever" &lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kuya Renz&lt;/span&gt;, talking about one of the conditioning that we did. Nakakaloko! Ang sakit! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..and then skills training. At first our mats were out for use again, so he boys trained for their stunts. While I, trying to figure out what is my right cartwheel form, thought the right cartwheel form to the newbies&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Dayanna&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ruth&lt;/span&gt; and to the not-so-newbie-yet-not-so-oldie (what a term) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RonRon&lt;/span&gt;. Ang labo diba? Hindi ko maisip ang right form ng cartwheel ko tapos tinuruan ko pa sila ng right form ng cartwheel. Hahah! 'Kay, blame me if they got it wrong. Haha! Then.. all of a sudden, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kuya Renz&lt;/span&gt; caught my attention.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Jeah! Jeah!"&lt;/span&gt; ..... &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*I am drinking water...*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"J! San ka? J!"&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "Kuya? bakit po?"&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "Back walk tayo."&lt;/span&gt;  Men! Back walk training! To be honest my back is killing me because of pain since yesterday night for I don't know reason.. but still, I want to learn the Back Walk Skill... I can't express the feeling of disappointment every time I do it wrong and land the weird way. Buti may mats kaming gamit. But then.. I cannot also explain the fulfillment every time they will congratulate me for doing it right. Well, it still saddens me that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kuya Renz&lt;/span&gt; still have to spot over that skill. I dream of doing skills without a spotter anymore. Pero kailan naman ata yon? Hindi ako magaling na break dancer. *frowns* Please pray for me.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EXCELLENCE FOR GOD,&lt;/span&gt; right? RIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was doing my back walk trainings, grabe yung bonding ng &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CW dancers&lt;/span&gt;. Sobrang fun this day. And I felt that they are the best people that I ever met. Super blessed to have them. You know. They are talented and most of the time, super duper hella funny! They cane be great comedians hahahaha! For simple pick up lines they can make my cheek bones hurt sa sobrang katatawa! I love them so much. I'm thankful that despite of what we are ought to do, God still finds a way to give us time to make fun fellowship with each other! Ang cheesy na ba? Hahaha! Forgive me, please. Habang pinagpahinga ako ni Kuya 'cause my back is aching big time, nakapagkwentuhan kami ni &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RonRon&lt;/span&gt;! Yesh! 4th yr na siya this coming school year He just updated me with lots of stories about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Roces Teachers&lt;/span&gt;. Haha! I miss HS life! Thanks, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ron&lt;/span&gt;! Don't worry you'll be a straight Star Section student like me haha! .&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;."All the holy ladies, all the holy ladies, all the holy ladies! Now put your hands up!"&lt;/span&gt; - Christian remix of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Single Ladies&lt;/span&gt;. Hahaha!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "Dyaryo boteeeee"&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Booty Music, Allen version&lt;/span&gt;! At Boylicious, Corban Chapter! HAHAHAH. Oh stop me I'm being addicted to their jokes! Not to mention &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Janz&lt;/span&gt; going down from time to time to join the fun. bakit kasi theater ka pa eh! Hahahahahah! I love you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Michael Cabalce&lt;/span&gt;! You never change! Ang kulet mo pa rin to the maxmium level of craziness! Haha! Ay si &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cheoui&lt;/span&gt;! Vasrity ng Badminton sa&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; La Salle&lt;/span&gt; and may scholarship grant! Kaka graduate lang niya ng HS sa &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Trinity U. of Asia&lt;/span&gt;. *claps* God bless you sa College!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...5:30, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CW Theater&lt;/span&gt; went down for our gathered closing prayer. Then,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Kuya Andy&lt;/span&gt; honestly uttered some confession. We know him, most of the time pikon talaga siya. Pero siya naman talaga number one na makulit haha! Grabe nakaka guilty sobra. Because, I admit, I always make fun of him. Pero ganoon talaga ang bonding namin ever since. Siguro, napipikon siya sa mga hindi na marunong gumalang sakaniya. Since he's the head of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CW Theater&lt;/span&gt;. Though I always tease him and such, I still respect him. AND LOVE HIM BIG TIME! So yeah, sorry &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kuya Andy&lt;/span&gt;.. All of us kept silent when &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kuya Andy&lt;/span&gt; was talking. Haha! Nakakagulat lang.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Atchie Angel &lt;/span&gt;prayed for our closing.. and we shouted, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EXCELLENCE&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha hanggang wash room where every one would change clothes because of extreme training, fun pa din. Masaya lang! And then.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kuya Renz &lt;/span&gt;kept on making me curious about my back bone. He knows how paranoid I am to get injuries and body defects from our trainings tapos sobrang tinatakot niya ako na sa likod ko daw ang laki na ng butong nakausli.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Kaya nga kanina, nagagawa mo na yung back walk diba pero pinagpahinga padin kita.. nakkatakot kasi... grabe na pacheck mo na yan J.."&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Weh Kuya, wag mo na ako lokohin I can tell if you're just making fun of me or kung serious ka"&lt;/span&gt; HAHA. Seriously, I know &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kuya Renz &lt;/span&gt;well enough that I can sense if he is serious or kidding around. Hanggang palabas ng parking lot, masaya! Grabe ano ba ito.. I can die any minute haha lol! But every good times has an end. I hafta wati for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dad&lt;/span&gt; to fetch me pa so I was not able to walk with them to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SM&lt;/span&gt;, to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TriNoma&lt;/span&gt; to ride a jeepney! Haha sayang din yung kulitan na mami-miss ko. Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 7Pm, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daddy&lt;/span&gt; came with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shobe&lt;/span&gt;. At ang bait lang ni &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Janz &lt;/span&gt;because he accompanied me in waiting though madami naman tao sa church. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Janz&lt;/span&gt; came along and we drop him off sa sakayan niya pauwi. When we arrived home, kumain sandali at nagpahinga. Pagod. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daddy&lt;/span&gt; invited me to come with them para mag grocery. Gustohin ko man, pagod na ako. Sobrang lungkot kasi tomorrow will be the 7th day without seeing him, talking to him or texting him. Thanks to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Banana Split&lt;/span&gt; hahaha! And thanks to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shobe&lt;/span&gt; kahit papaano nakausap ko si &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JP&lt;/span&gt;. Aaw. I miss him like a drug pusher misses cocaine. What a simile! HAHAHA. But seriously, I wanna see him now. As in now. *sobs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FB Updates: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message"&gt;                 &lt;span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1638572036&amp;amp;ref=nf" onclick="'ft("&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jovy Cortez  to Jeah La Guardia:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Haha.. Tambayan ng people ung profile mo, J! Makulay at mahusay kasi! LOL! Super cute ng posts mo! And it's well appreciated naman!! Super cute ng pics.. Cute din ung may-ari.. Pretty pala.. Cute din ng blog..soooooo Fab!!!:p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6 hours ago · Comment · LikeUnlike · See Wall-to-Wall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Well I really don't know if Jovy's talking about Multiply or FB here. Kung &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tambayan&lt;/span&gt; - parehong tintadtad ng views at comments ang FB at Multi accts. ko. Haha! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Makulay at mahusay &lt;/span&gt;- FB is not possible for any alteration. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pics &lt;/span&gt;- Hmmm? Hahah! Ang gulo lang ni &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jovy&lt;/span&gt;! And the blog, I also don't know if she's pertaining to Blogger. Hahaha! Labo but still, nakaka touch. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jovy&lt;/span&gt;! Umuwi ka na sa 'Pinas! Hahaha. Parang ganun kadali. Hay bohay! Love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Katkat Mariz  to Jeah La Guardia:&lt;/span&gt;                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cge J pahaba ka na din ng hair.wait ko haha. ang cute ng eyes mo ah singkit!:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7 hours ago · Comment · LikeUnlike · See Wall-to-Wall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kat&lt;/span&gt;! Papahaba ako! Kasi kung hindi lang ako nagpagupit baka same length na yung buhok natin! Hahaha! Singkit talaga ako ever since pinanganak.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; "Chowking"&lt;/span&gt; was one of my million pen names when I was a kid. Meron pang &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"labanos"&lt;/span&gt; dahil sobrang puti. Merong pang &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Byed"&lt;/span&gt; dahil mahilig ako sa tinapay at I call bread as "byed" and many more. Hahah! I just don't have any idea bakit hindi na ako singkit ngayon, at hindi na ako napagkakamalang albino sa kulay ko hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeah La Guardia&lt;/span&gt;                 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aww and now I'm missing my Kuya.. my ultimate best friend left me for his girl :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeah just took the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Who is the most important person to you?"&lt;/span&gt; quiz             and the result is Your&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Brother/Sister.              &lt;/span&gt;-Your best friend is your brother/sister. You've known them your whole life, and they know you best. You can always trust them to understand what you're going through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. tapos, si &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dess&lt;/span&gt; at ang pinsan niya, nag aaway! Hahaha dahil hindi daw ako nag co-comment kay Dess at kay ANgelica na lang kahit hindi kami close. Hahaha! Love you, Dess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'mma sleep. (Wow, ako ba ito?)&lt;br /&gt;Good night. God bless. Sorry for he long update!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12 days to go - TWO YEARS! &lt;/span&gt;:&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1183602674771354187-1502215596724384165?l=jeahlabyeshua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeahlabyeshua.blogspot.com/feeds/1502215596724384165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1183602674771354187&amp;postID=1502215596724384165&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1183602674771354187/posts/default/1502215596724384165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1183602674771354187/posts/default/1502215596724384165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeahlabyeshua.blogspot.com/2009/05/excerenz.html' title='ExceRenz!'/><author><name>Jeah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09297568703198514552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SUgUjgeU2xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KHDv-HyrJ10/S220/ssdfsdf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1183602674771354187.post-4568534057339585618</id><published>2009-03-23T01:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T00:35:42.396+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny Professors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Worship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soul Winning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mass Communication'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College Grading System'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christianity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FEU'/><title type='text'>FEU ONLINE GRADE INQUIRY (A post of failures and encouragements)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TO ALL STUDENTS OUT THERE! READING THIS CAN BE A GREAT HELP! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FEU Tamaraw students&lt;/strong&gt;!! Just to kill the thrill, visit our site to know your grades before you actually put your hands on to your grade slips. Thanks for &lt;a href="http://www.samames.multiply.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Danielle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for the info. I regret the fact that I didn't try this last semester. Haha! My nervousness before the "judgement day" (which is the class cards release day) almost killed me but my grades turned out to be fine because of God's goodness.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay so much for the last sem..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step # 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;a href="http://www.feu.edu.ph/"&gt; www.feu.edu.ph&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone of you knows how our site looks like but then this could help a little bit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Step # 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Click the &lt;strong&gt;'View Grades'&lt;/strong&gt; (the red-boxed statement along the 'news' parts. I know you are all literate :P) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/Scpc0cQxSUI/AAAAAAAAANM/8TLnRE6KtAQ/s1600-h/1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 276px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/Scpc0cQxSUI/AAAAAAAAANM/8TLnRE6KtAQ/s320/1.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317164366073776450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Step # 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Click the '&lt;strong&gt;here' &lt;/strong&gt;(Sorry if it seems that I'm making you look like a little dumb-ish here, just trying to help.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/Scpcz87jeaI/AAAAAAAAANE/VcZBTprTWHM/s1600-h/2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 281px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/Scpcz87jeaI/AAAAAAAAANE/VcZBTprTWHM/s320/2.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317164357663291810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step # 4&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- Enter your &lt;strong&gt;school ID number/ Student number&lt;/strong&gt; and your &lt;strong&gt;password/ SchoolTEXT password.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img104.imageshack.us/img104/6807/32960304.png" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here's the &lt;em&gt;"labo"&lt;/em&gt; part. Maybe some of you aren't familiar of their schoolText password. If you happen to be familiar to our E-library services, you probably know your password. As far as I know, our default password is our birthday. (You all know that when we evaluate our Faculty Professors electronically every MidTerms) but then if you happen to kind of "changed" it (like in my case because I visited the E-lib once and change my default password out of no where), you have to put your recent password. Ay sana lang nagets niyo ako at sana nakatulong! :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Click &lt;strong&gt;enter&lt;/strong&gt; and then, *drum rolls will play inside your head*..&lt;br /&gt;if you see any &lt;em&gt;3.0&lt;/em&gt; there, you'll probably be shutting off your computer or just pull the plug at once. Hahaha! Got you! Just kidding! So happy grade-searching! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh by the way, here's mine..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My course is &lt;strong&gt;AB Mass Communication&lt;/strong&gt; under the &lt;strong&gt;Institute of Arts and Science&lt;/strong&gt; (IAS) and I wonder why it isn't there. :))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img187.imageshack.us/img187/8424/grades.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God has been good to me despite my "busyness" besides school. And what's making me busy is the &lt;strong&gt;Ministry&lt;/strong&gt;. Yes, you heard it right.&lt;strong&gt; I serve God&lt;/strong&gt;. That probably is my edge. So I'm encouraging you to join a youth ministry in your church. You'll find studious yet wacky friends that's so cool and fun to hang around! Take it from me, they are God fearing, family oriented and so much lovable and understanding! You'll fine a family in them. To be honest I am surrounded by intelligent people all over me when I'm at church and it helps me to be a better 'me'. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My grades can already be accepted/ is qualified for an &lt;strong&gt;Academic Scholarship&lt;/strong&gt; for the next enrollment. (Yes I am but oh-so-thankful yet worried if a 2.25 grade is still accepted. Some of my Scholar friends say yes and that makes me smile every time I think about the scholarship. Could you please help me confirm this one? Thanks.) I couldn't help it but to continue serving God and praising Him because despite of numerous trials and sufferings that I've been through this seam because of so much pressure and stress, add those personal problems of course, I learned to stand up and try again. And I learned to say "&lt;em&gt;This time, it will be better. It will be different. I'm gonna make it&lt;/em&gt;" At least I became stronger after going through diversities of pains and happiness.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Waaaa! That was kind of odd, really. Haha! Now I am to explain what happened to my &lt;strong&gt;Algebra&lt;/strong&gt;. Honestly, I am a proven matured yet a slacker. Well, unprofessional when it comes to 'time' specifically --hey but not always! So my Math1 starts at&lt;strong&gt; 7:30 am&lt;/strong&gt; and I just don't know why I became too slow in the morning add the fact that my ride from home to school is for 1 hour and more. So it came to a point that when I know I'm gonna be late, I won't bother to attend the class anymore. That caused my class standing to diminish for quite some time, but on a lighter note make &lt;em&gt;bawi &lt;/em&gt;whenever I attend. I understand Math not much but I don't lament over it when I don't. (I also appreciate it. Sometimes. Most of that sometimes is when I count. Okay, I know that's not funny. Just trying to make this post a feel-good one. Haha!) I neither hate it nor want to kill my prof. Haha! Speaking of Professor, he is good. (And I hope he doesn't engage to any online activities like reading blogs and searching for the sites of his students. Hahaha!) He is way good. He is industrious. VERY industrious that almost every meeting we are piled up of assignments, activities, take home quizzes and such stuff that will make your stomach twist while thinking how to answer them all at the same time. But the only problem is that he is inconsiderate. Well, a bit. A lot of times, we'll be asked to do an activity of some sort. I, being a want-to-make-bawi-student- will definitely do it. In front of him. He knows that I'm doing it. BUT WHEN he announces that it can be passed next meeting, everyone whoops except me. I tend to forget things. And when the next meeting time comes, and you forget the activity, you're doomed big time! He will never accept it anymore even if you bring it the next meetings or even if you join him in his jogging routine around the FEU grounds every morning before his class starts. Yes he jogs. Haha! &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Despite that, I thank you, Sir Velimento!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As for my &lt;strong&gt;Nat Sci-Biology&lt;/strong&gt; class - Well, I love Biology. Anything connected to the human body and study of life is just amazing to me. Haha! But almost everyone in our class/ section had a problem with her way of teaching. She's a good one but she needs to make her class more interactive. (I slept in her class twice or thrice? Haha! Bad much? But hey, not because I don't want to learn, or she is boring, but because of our sleepless nights trying to finish overloading requirements for the midnight.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Despite that, I thank you, Ma'am Mintu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;For my &lt;strong&gt;Filipino &lt;/strong&gt;class, (I have no idea why I attained just a 1.50 grade) but I am thankful because I tend to be a slacker over the MidTerms because our professor together with the lessons that doesn't seem to progress a bit since we started the Prelims. On the other hand, my performance and results of my quizzes, exams and requirements in her class is just fine. So I feel content. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Despite that, I thank you, Dr. Mendoza!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I think I explained it very well. Or not? Haha! That's it, basically. Thank you for those people who trusted me and believed in my potentials and efficacy as a student, a classmate, a friend and a leader. Though my classmates brand me as "monarch" in our &lt;strong&gt;Political Science&lt;/strong&gt; class, and the "Uno ka na dun!" student in some subjects like &lt;strong&gt;Psychology&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Literature&lt;/strong&gt;, a "monarch" will never be enthroned without any support. Thank you, thank you, thank you. This has been a fruitful semester to me. All because of those precious friends I met in &lt;strong&gt;FEU&lt;/strong&gt;. Not just because I'm inspired (yiheee *insert some love issues here* haha!) but also because God has been faithful to me, to my family, to my life, to my ministry, to my dance, to us, to everyone, and in return, I want to glorify Him through my studies. And my grades is really dedicated to my &lt;strong&gt;Mom&lt;/strong&gt; (who is working overseas) and &lt;strong&gt;Dad&lt;/strong&gt; who works hard for my schooling as well with my siblings'.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You know guys, studying is also a form of worship. Worship must be seen in our every deed. I am not saying that we must always have a perfect attendance in the library and not to have fun anymore, I'm just saying that if we desire to have good grades, we must &lt;strong&gt;first desire to lift Him up.&lt;/strong&gt; Believe me, if you know how to desire the first one, the second one will just follow without even expecting it to come. God is good and that will never change. God made you to choose. You have a choice -- to be a slacker resulting to low grades or YOU CAN also choose to dedicate it all up to HIM resulting to a fruitful semester like I had. Thank you guys for reading my blog. I don't blog for no reason, I know I touched one part of your heart even just a bit. Hope I helped enhance your courage to set a higher goal next school year! TO GOD BE ALL THE GLORY! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God bless and happy schooling!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bless God also&lt;/span&gt;! Go fight &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! FEU TAMS! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;..again, I am not desperate for your comments, I'd be happier to know if you learned something from my post. Comments will still be appreciated.. thank you! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EDIT&lt;/span&gt; (March 24, '09)&lt;br /&gt;Thanks sa lahat ng comments sa MultiplyBlog ko. ;)&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1183602674771354187-4568534057339585618?l=jeahlabyeshua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeahlabyeshua.blogspot.com/feeds/4568534057339585618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1183602674771354187&amp;postID=4568534057339585618&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1183602674771354187/posts/default/4568534057339585618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1183602674771354187/posts/default/4568534057339585618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeahlabyeshua.blogspot.com/2009/03/feu-online-grade-inquiry-post-of.html' title='FEU ONLINE GRADE INQUIRY (A post of failures and encouragements)'/><author><name>Jeah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09297568703198514552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SUgUjgeU2xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KHDv-HyrJ10/S220/ssdfsdf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/Scpc0cQxSUI/AAAAAAAAANM/8TLnRE6KtAQ/s72-c/1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1183602674771354187.post-2989082164076966814</id><published>2009-03-19T10:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T14:15:42.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YOUTH ALIVE VERSION!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://jeahlabyeshua.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/ScHZLQoKCCUAAGZ5ajE1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" height="80" src="http://images.jeahlabyeshua.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/ScHZLQoKCCUAAGZ5ajE1/header-short.jpg?et=jKI5W%2Bg5MjT5X2QQvXwzlQ&amp;amp;nmid=0" width="334" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img208.imageshack.us/img208/5271/1507433573l.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DANCE IN HIS PRESENCE..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Experience our &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;VERSION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; of praise. Our &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;VERSION&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;of worship. Our &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;VERSION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; of freedom. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Extravagant worship. Unlimited praises. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lives will be saved. Wounds be healed. The blind will see. The mute will sing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The dead will rise. Cloudless skies will break. The nations will shake.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The angels will sing. Miracles will be seen. Generations will rise. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;RISE FOR THE KING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stand for what they believe.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It's official! &lt;strong&gt;Youth Alive Ministry&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;on Sundays!&lt;/strong&gt; Starting &lt;u&gt;March 22, 2009&lt;/u&gt;. Every 2 to 4 in the afternoon! Still at &lt;u&gt;Faith Auditorium&lt;/u&gt;, Word of Hope Main Church infront of SM Annex. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.jeahlabyeshua.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/ScHZHgoKCCUAAF9-Qzo1/horizontal1.jpg?et=gl0DCHcjw5iCeXUpyUTM3Q&amp;amp;nmid=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hey guys, heads up! Farewells need not to be melancholic! We will be having our &lt;strong&gt;despedida service&lt;/strong&gt;, same time same place! The usual Saturday Youth Alive service! It's our&lt;u&gt; last Saturday&lt;/u&gt; so don't miss out the fun and blessings on &lt;strong&gt;March 21, 5 - 7 PM, Faith Auditorium&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img10.imageshack.us/img10/4315/outputg.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Please spread the news! See you all! Love si Lord&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;For more information, visit our website- &lt;a href="http://www.youthalive.org.ph/"&gt;http://www.youthalive.org.ph/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Another announcement, the &lt;strong&gt;YA Chat&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;YA Gallery&lt;/strong&gt; service in our website is only available to those who are registered members of the said site. If you wish to view the gallery and join the online fellowship through chatting, kindly &lt;u&gt;register&lt;/u&gt; so you could log in and log out anytime you want. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Missed a YA gathering? &lt;strong&gt;Pastor Marvin Robert&lt;/strong&gt; and other guest speakers' preachings/ teaching and outlines are &lt;u&gt;now available for downloading&lt;/u&gt; in our website! What are you waiting for? You never know, maybe that's the word of the Lord you've been waiting to see!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- xv -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;For my blogger friends:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (This is just a cross-post to my Blogger account. I wrote it here in mu Multiply acct.) If you happen to be a youth, a bored teenager every Sunday, you can join us and the whole Youth Alive Ministry! And I am telling you, this is a party of a lifetime. Your Sundays will never be the same as well as your life! You're missing out so much! See yah! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And by the way, I will be updating soon. Hahaha! I can't believe I actually forgot my password in blog ger.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;For my multiply contacts:&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;Hey you guys, I know a lot of you are Youth Alive attendees and members, don't be ashamed and post this great news for every young people that you know! That's all and have a blessed week! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Please spread the news! See you all! Love si Lord&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1183602674771354187-2989082164076966814?l=jeahlabyeshua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeahlabyeshua.blogspot.com/feeds/2989082164076966814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1183602674771354187&amp;postID=2989082164076966814&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1183602674771354187/posts/default/2989082164076966814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1183602674771354187/posts/default/2989082164076966814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeahlabyeshua.blogspot.com/2009/03/youth-alive-version.html' title='YOUTH ALIVE VERSION!'/><author><name>Jeah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09297568703198514552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SUgUjgeU2xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KHDv-HyrJ10/S220/ssdfsdf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1183602674771354187.post-2352465372675356030</id><published>2009-01-26T23:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T23:19:20.155+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny Professors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quizzes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Literary Works'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blessed Jeahpee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bestfriends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mid Terms Result'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FEU'/><title type='text'>'Student' + 'Worshiping' = "Studying"</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I received this text message from my best friend in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UP Baguio&lt;/span&gt; currently taking up &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BS Math&lt;/span&gt;. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Did you know?.. that the word 'student' came from the word, 'studying' and 'dying'? I know right!&lt;/span&gt;" Actually that was a group message and he was greeting everyone a good night sleep though it's already&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 1:00 AM&lt;/span&gt; and perhaps he's still up because of studying. You know the usual cramming thing. Haha. I edited it with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bes&lt;/span&gt;' consent of course! Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Did you know?.. that the word 'student' came from the word, 'studying' and 'dying'? I know right!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But I believe that 'studying' really came from the words 'student' and 'worshiping'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As students, our primary responsibility to our rights is to study. But as children of God, our primary responsibility is to worship. Studying may be hard, but doing it as if God is your Teacher, makes it easy. Worship is a lifestyle, it must be seen in every deed. Go students for Christ!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayun natulugan nga ko ni &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JP&lt;/span&gt; ng bandang&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 1:04AM&lt;/span&gt;. I buzzed him several times and even called his computer baka magising.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1:45AM&lt;/span&gt; na nagising. Hay then I was disappointed because he left me online. I'm used to it though. I slept around &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3-4AM&lt;/span&gt; and because of that I was not able to attend &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Filipino&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Psychology&lt;/span&gt; (my favorite subject!!) because I finished the requirement in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Psych&lt;/span&gt; also. I estimated the remaining time that I have until&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 10:30&lt;/span&gt;.. I thought I would just be absent for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Filipino&lt;/span&gt; but I was wrong.. and I am sick. Sick like anytime I could actually faint..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Fact: Our printer is broken.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daddy&lt;/span&gt;: Oh san mo yan pinrint?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeah&lt;/span&gt;: Ha? Bakit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;: Yan san mo pinrint?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;: Alin ba??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;: Ayan.. patingin nga..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;: Ah ito? It's my penmanship! Are you my Father?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;: *laughs* Bilib ako sa anak ko parang computerized!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahaha. It made me laugh that my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daddy&lt;/span&gt; was not able to recognize my penmanship and he actually though it was computerized. LOL! What do you think? Walang laitan ng penmanship ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://jeahlabyeshua.multiply.com/photos/album/147/Jazz_Once_-_Speech_Class#20"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 217px; height: 163px;" src="http://images.jeahlabyeshua.multiply.com/image/7/photos/147/500x500/20/260120091011.jpg?et=8KW0JVf2OCNMx%2CGre3cX8g&amp;amp;nmid=185351771" border="0" /&gt;      &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://jeahlabyeshua.multiply.com/photos/album/147/Jazz_Once_-_Speech_Class#21"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 216px; height: 162px;" src="http://images.jeahlabyeshua.multiply.com/image/7/photos/147/500x500/21/260120091012.jpg?et=ndbi%2CPbDJt%2C%2BeGpBhxh5jw&amp;amp;nmid=185351771" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was about to finish my requirement and the remaining travel time for me is just enough to pass this home work on time, I'm still having second thoughts about going to school. I am sick and as far as I can remember, we don't have any important matters to mingle on. But yes, I still pushed through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Nakatulog ako sa jeep.&lt;/s&gt; Arrived at&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; FEU&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; MC0811&lt;/span&gt; is just about to finish the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Psychology&lt;/span&gt; Class. Yey! My requirement was passed on time.. or not. I don't know. Kasi pag pinasa after class, minus 5 points kaagad. E pinasa nung dinismiss na sila. Still..my hopes are up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FEU Food court&lt;/span&gt;.  We, girls tried our costume for 'Jazz Once' presentation. Morbid. Haha! Though I know &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ma'am Lulu&lt;/span&gt; will be surprised with our confidence.  Speaking of our presentation, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pauline&lt;/span&gt; didn't show up again. As usual. Well, good for us maybe? Hahaha. I didn't eat any heavy meal. As they were eating I used&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Rizza&lt;/span&gt;'s laptop to hear &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fever&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Boogie Wonderland&lt;/span&gt;. Unfortunately,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Rizza&lt;/span&gt; was not able to transfer the file from her PC to her laptop the right way. It turned out that the file was just a shortcut. Hahaha! So they hafta go to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ever&lt;/span&gt; to download our song. Bonding with the boys. Actually &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ESoF&lt;/span&gt; boy ako e. Haha! (..I really want to go home  but we still need to practice..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt;. We were shocked to see an observer inside the room. I was right, she's the Head Dean of the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;English &lt;/span&gt;Department. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sir Lacsamana&lt;/span&gt;'s objectives for the day was to review us about Adverbial and Adjectival Clauses. The class was kind of behave and that was unusual hahaha. Sir called for students to give examples about the topic. I was called for an adverbial clause and impromptu, I headed to the white board and wrote my sentence.. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;President Arroyo wanted to change the constitution in order that she can lengthen her tenure in office.&lt;/span&gt;" Nasa "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wanted&lt;/span&gt;" palang ako.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prof. Lacsamana&lt;/span&gt; killed the silence with.. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Very good! That's what I mean when I say 'don't give me Elementary Sentences'. Very good sentence!"&lt;/span&gt; Hahaha. Tas paulit ulit na &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very good&lt;/span&gt;.  Nakakatawa lang e. Di pa nga tapos! Any way, the observer went off.. and then Sir announced the Midterm grade. Yey!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 84&lt;/span&gt;! Aw halos lahat ata line of 7 mababa kasi sila sa Midterm Exam. But I did great and I'm so overwhelmed, Lord! Yey! And bacause Sir was so ecstatic with our performance while the observer is present.. he gave plus points! Plus 3 to those who got line of 7 and plus 1 to line of 8 &amp;amp; 9. Daya. So &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;85&lt;/span&gt; ako. Hahaha! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moon&lt;/span&gt; is the highest as expected from everyone. Because of my head ache due to cough, colds, and fever, I was not able to wisely conceptualize about my essay. It's about the foundation day. I chose he topic.."Relevance of Foundation Day to College Students".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Literature&lt;/span&gt;. Quiz about the elements of short story. 35 items. Erasures means wrong. Wala akong alam. Meron. But it's not enough to be confident after taking up the quiz. And the worse part is, that's just the first part. Quiz 2 - we have to give a body and the beginning/exposition to a short story where the resolution/ending was already given. I had a hard time since my state (sick) is an impediment to a very wonderful result. I first thought of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;teleserye&lt;/span&gt; '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love Betty La Fea&lt;/span&gt;' because the ending was like.. making two choices in life blah blah. But I end up making the story of that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;teleserye&lt;/span&gt; revised. I made the protagonist a very beautiful woman but without brains. Artistic much? Ewan! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dismissal.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Kim&lt;/span&gt; Babes have to photocopy the chants for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Speech&lt;/span&gt; so I have to go with her because that's our group's copy. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bochog Marvin&lt;/span&gt; came with me. Bait. And the rest of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ESoF&lt;/span&gt; went to the practice area. Tamang laugh trip lang e. I treated &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marvin&lt;/span&gt; a butterscotch brownie. And he was like.. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love you bochog i love you pero dahil Monarch ka.. hete padin kita!&lt;/span&gt;" Okay. I am telling you, this "Monarch-Monarch" thing never died since then. Haha. Saw &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kim D.&lt;/span&gt;'s pictures at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FEU Studio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeah&lt;/span&gt;: Kim! You never told me you were the muse of FEU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kim B&lt;/span&gt;: Ay oo! haggard nga ako diyan e. Walang make-up! Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, the muse was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kim De Guzman&lt;/span&gt;. And definitely not &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kim Beltrano&lt;/span&gt;! Hahaha! "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Si Ben oh! Halatang may pagtingin na talaga kay Kim noon pa e&lt;/span&gt;" -&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Marvin&lt;/span&gt;. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At san nakatingin? *turo* sa legs, pare!!&lt;/span&gt;" -&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Jeah&lt;/span&gt;. Haha. We saw a picture of the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FEU&lt;/span&gt; Basketball team with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kim D&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SB513&lt;/span&gt;. Our last sem's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Computer Lecture&lt;/span&gt; room. It was already dark. Very dark. It's past &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6PM&lt;/span&gt;. I first thought of dividing the chants to our members then formulated the tune wherein it will fit &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Boogie Wonderland&lt;/span&gt;. I went out with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rizza&lt;/span&gt;'s laptop because the room was so noisy 'cause they were brainstorming for the presentation.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Marvin&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yuji&lt;/span&gt; went our from time to time to check me at literal na nagpapatawa sila to cheer me up. Pretending that they are raping each other. Hahaha! After 20 minutes of being alone... I went inside and started teaching them their tunes and lines from the chant. Imagine this lines inserted to a Jazz music. And tell me how difficult it is! Oh, please? Haha! Sobrang hirap talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Taking Credit&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Whose book is this?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Whose book is this?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's mine! It's mine!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Are you sure it's not yours?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;No! No! It's mine! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Whose book is this?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;This beautiful work!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's mine! it's mine!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Whose book is this?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;This awful work!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's his! It's his!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Are you sure it's not yours?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Of course It's not mine!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's certainly not mine!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Not mine! Not mine!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ang saya to practice with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ESoF&lt;/span&gt;. Bonding din kasi e. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rizza&lt;/span&gt; taught a 16 count choreo. We also made steps with our partners. Si &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yuji&lt;/span&gt; sakin! YEY! Sobrang tawanan din kasi solo namin yun place. Wala ng nagkaklase. Vinedeohan namin yung practice. And it was one heck of a fun! Wala lang. The "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;about face&lt;/span&gt;" became "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;backspace&lt;/span&gt;" may be because &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marvin&lt;/span&gt; just recovered from a severe-fever-to-mumps-illness. Hahaha! And every successful run-through of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fever&lt;/span&gt; part, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carlo&lt;/span&gt; will butt in singing a loud &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Boogie Wonderland&lt;/span&gt; and everyone will just party their hearts out. Parang nga akong walang sakit e. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://images.multiply.com/multiply/multv.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="first_video_id=jeahlabyeshua:video:26&amp;amp;base_uri=multiply.com&amp;amp;is_owned=1&amp;amp;security=AG8yO0M4ZsfTzkQln7IdiA" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="480" height="420"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another video where you can hear &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marvin&lt;/span&gt; sing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fever&lt;/span&gt; -- &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=http://jeahlabyeshua.multiply.com/video/item/25/Practice_-_Jazz_Once_for_Speech_Class%3EPractice%20-%20Jazz%20Once%20for%20Speech%20Class%3C/a%3E"&gt;CLICK HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not finished though but at least we're quite ready for tomorrow. God will take control. Thank God for cooperative group mates. I love &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Elite Society of Friends&lt;/span&gt;!! At &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8:00PM&lt;/span&gt;, we left the campus. It was my first time to go home that late. Looked for an FX with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Erzel&lt;/span&gt;. 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I'm disappoi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;nted because it's already planned and all. You know. Haha! Maybe he d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;oesn't really like to go there. He's not interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wowowee&lt;/span&gt;! I sent group messages to almost all my contacts to support my class mate. Haha! There's no need to vote though. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ate Jovy&lt;/span&gt; watched wit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;h me, and whenever&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Kim &lt;/span&gt;will be captured by the camera, she will shout "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Si Kim! Si Kim!&lt;/span&gt;" Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Close?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, I know &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wowowee&lt;/span&gt; is a good show especially when you're in your EMO state. (Kasi sobrang nakakatawa yun. Though hind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i ako nanunuod ng TV. Hindi ako mahilig. Pag Basketball lang and Wrestling. AT CARTOONS! Hahaha!) So I don't have to blabber on what happened. I presume mostly watch the noon time show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I just consider my life blessed because I had the chance to meet and know a person with beauty, brains, and GOOD CHARACTER. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kim&lt;/span&gt; is an ideal woman for me. Nakaka-tomboy talaga. Hahaha! Joke! I mean, she's down to earth despite the fact that most people admire her so much and looks up to her like she's a goddess. Ahaha! Sobrang kulit niya. Hindi siya maarte. And never did she like to be the center of attention. But she has the guts. And that's a plus factor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SYUW8SNbOII/AAAAAAAAAL8/GkVi9k-r3Ao/s1600-h/290120091187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 139px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SYUW8SNbOII/AAAAAAAAAL8/GkVi9k-r3Ao/s320/290120091187.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297665761607366786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SYUW8XGFw5I/AAAAAAAAALs/lb-oPJHKZM8/s1600-h/IMG-6643.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 139px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SYUW8XGFw5I/AAAAAAAAALs/lb-oPJHKZM8/s320/IMG-6643.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297665762918777746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SYUW8Qii5iI/AAAAAAAAAL0/i8JO6nyseKQ/s1600-h/290120091180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 137px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SYUW8Qii5iI/AAAAAAAAAL0/i8JO6nyseKQ/s320/290120091180.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297665761159079458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SYUW8UOVKaI/AAAAAAAAALk/ovLiwDIw3RU/s1600-h/kim11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 146px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SYUW8UOVKaI/AAAAAAAAALk/ovLiwDIw3RU/s320/kim11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297665762148034978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SYUW8Ik5EdI/AAAAAAAAALc/tHCVzvrgWvE/s1600-h/1_665019449l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 145px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SYUW8Ik5EdI/AAAAAAAAALc/tHCVzvrgWvE/s320/1_665019449l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297665759021437394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conratulations Miss Fitrum contestant #9 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kim de Guzman&lt;/span&gt;! First Runner-up!&lt;br /&gt;Sayang! But for us &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bogart&lt;/span&gt;, you're the winner! We love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;you!&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. We call her &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bogart &lt;/span&gt;because I originated the story that she used to be a man and her name was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bogart&lt;/span&gt; and he underwent gender change. Ahaha. But that's not true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SYUYfeSGD_I/AAAAAAAAAME/huyEWecgwI0/s1600-h/Image149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SYUYfeSGD_I/AAAAAAAAAME/huyEWecgwI0/s320/Image149.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297667465655226354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pag LOSER ka, ganito itsura mo. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SYUYffslXsI/AAAAAAAAAMM/6g2UBF_ewbw/s1600-h/dgdfg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 123px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SYUYffslXsI/AAAAAAAAAMM/6g2UBF_ewbw/s320/dgdfg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297667466034765506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;At last, nagbati din kami. Or not? Not sure! I hurried and went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TriNoma&lt;/span&gt; just to know that hindi pa siya ready. I roamed around &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5:00&lt;/span&gt; na wala parin. Dumating na &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5PM &lt;/span&gt;something.. Medyo nabad trip na ako non e. Kasi male-late ako sa &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YA&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brothers Burgers&lt;/span&gt;. Kain. Tampuhan effect. Walk out and such. Hahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Youth Alive&lt;/span&gt;. The service was held at the Mezzanine Level because both auditoriums will be utilized by some organization. For a concert, maybe. Full packed ang aqua room. "Aquarium" as we call it.  Praise God. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joyce&lt;/span&gt; is back. And &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Neil&lt;/span&gt;. Haha. I led the prayer for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Roces Grp and Co. &lt;/span&gt;and then flees to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cobran&lt;/span&gt;'s circle. Nag sermon ako. Well, sort of. A quick update: There are many new members who joined &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Corban&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wheels Ministry&lt;/span&gt; and the way I see it, they don't have any respect sa mga leaders. I do admit I have the guts to play around with the leaders. And the reason is, ganoon na kami mag bonding. And I'm part of the Leadership Committee. At para sa mas madaling explanation, CLOSE KO SILA. But it doesn't give me any permission to be rude at them. Kung serious, serious. Kung joke time, joke time. But then the new members are way different. Ang babastos. Ang iingay. Walang galang. SO nag sermon ako. I generalized it though yung kaunting members lang ang gusto kong sabihan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kaming mga staff, may bond na kami with the Leaders na siguro di niyo maintindihan dahil sobra kaming makipaglokohan sa kanila.. but we still have respect in our words and actions. Kahit hindi sila mukhang kagalang galang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;(inside joke that everyone laughed) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pero dapat sila galangin. Kasi matatanda na yan.. di magtatagal uug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ud ugud na sila&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; (inside joke again ahhaha!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;" And blah blah blah. Sana may natamaan. Kasi nakakabastos talaga. It's not even an attitude of a decent Christian. Papansin. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any way, we, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shobe&lt;/span&gt; and I went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Project 8&lt;/span&gt;. Yeeey! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Strings of Faith band&lt;/span&gt; (Roces and Co. Cell mates) played sa street concert ng &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dominion of Christ Church&lt;/span&gt; sa &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Abra, Congressional&lt;/span&gt;. Some &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YA &lt;/span&gt;people are there. Including our elder, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tatay Ted&lt;/span&gt;. Kasi yun naman talaga ang church nila. Sumayaw si &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maine&lt;/span&gt;. God is really using her. Hindi nga sa &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Word of Hope &lt;/span&gt;pero sa ibang church. Yey! And the reason for my title... today is the day where Filipino all around the country start to celebrate fiestas and the chant.."&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ViVa Sto. Niño!&lt;/span&gt;" are already heard from place to place. When we arrived at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Abra&lt;/span&gt;, there was a long line.. procession of people holding their saint with their left hand and a candle stick on the other. I am not a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Catholic &lt;/span&gt;but I am&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; a religion hater&lt;/span&gt;. I don't like the word religion. I just think that it complicates everything! I believe that relationship with God is the most important thing when we talk about faith and beliefs. And I know that God ain't statues or made by any wooden thing. So I don't favor idolatry -- to any symbols, pictures, etc that may represent Him. So what's the point? While the procession was going on, the Christian Concert is going on too. Yeah! Ang cool cool grabe! Hahaha! Then the pastor of the church spoke "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Andito po kami hindi upang buhatin ang aming Diyos bagkus upang sambahin siya at iproklama na siya ay buhay at hindi isang bagay!&lt;/span&gt;" and every Christian people went whooping with shouts and praises!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SYUlKi1jIlI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Fj0BJlquKWA/s1600-h/17012009642.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 211px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SYUlKi1jIlI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Fj0BJlquKWA/s320/17012009642.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297681399751582290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And of course,  that's one way to evangelize to people -- from the streets in particular.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JP&lt;/span&gt; went to the place since it's walking distance from their house. Ayun. Bati na kami. Hahaha!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Ang bait bait ng Panginoon samin&lt;/span&gt;! And I couldn't help it but to say in Tagalog. Ahaha. Yes. It's getting late and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wiessy&lt;/span&gt; still needs to buy something from the Mall so we went of. She went to the mall and I went with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JP&lt;/span&gt;. At first we just planned to buy something from a Convenience Store..but then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JP&lt;/span&gt;: Uyy Pizza Hut!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeah&lt;/span&gt;: Tara..*tawid sa kalsada*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JP&lt;/span&gt;: Seryoso ka?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeah&lt;/span&gt;: Duh? Tawid na!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. We went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pizza Hut&lt;/span&gt;. I was really planning to buy a solo pan but it's not available. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tita Gie&lt;/span&gt; called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JP&lt;/span&gt; asking where he is and all I heard was.. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Andito ako sa Pizza Hut. Pauwi na wag ka matulog may Pizza kami para sa'yo.&lt;/span&gt;" then... after a pause.. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Si Jeah. Sige Mie sandali lang bye.&lt;/span&gt;" Mehn! So I am actually forced to buy a regular pan? Haha. Ordered. Habang nag iintay, nag bati na talaga kami. Hindi naman kasi official ang pagbabati namin e. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to there house. After 41,569 years (which is equivalent to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 months&lt;/span&gt; hahaha!) nakabalik din ako sa bahay nila. Not going there is a long story. Okay? And QandA portion with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tita Gie&lt;/span&gt;. Haha. Bonding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SYUlLRHy1WI/AAAAAAAAAMk/HTxbskeY8Os/s1600-h/17012009650.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 146px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SYUlLRHy1WI/AAAAAAAAAMk/HTxbskeY8Os/s320/17012009650.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297681412176139618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SYUlLfpfGFI/AAAAAAAAAMs/Pds-7sh4FSU/s1600-h/17012009653.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 146px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SYUlLfpfGFI/AAAAAAAAAMs/Pds-7sh4FSU/s320/17012009653.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297681416075548754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SYUlK7f2kMI/AAAAAAAAAMc/EH7TPXhubC8/s1600-h/17012009646.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 146px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SYUlK7f2kMI/AAAAAAAAAMc/EH7TPXhubC8/s320/17012009646.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297681406371467458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sa sunog, hindi namin inililigtas ang Diyos namin, bagkus, SIYA ANG MAGLILIGTAS SA AMIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Hindi namin binubuhat ang Diyos namin, bagkus SIYA ANG BUMUBUHAT SA AMIN.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Daddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can still remember his lines when he used to preach to different Churches. Napaisip ka ano?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank God, 'cause HE IS GOOD!&lt;/span&gt; :&gt;&lt;br /&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/1183602674771354187-7902418225174671528?l=jeahlabyeshua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeahlabyeshua.blogspot.com/feeds/7902418225174671528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1183602674771354187&amp;postID=7902418225174671528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1183602674771354187/posts/default/7902418225174671528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1183602674771354187/posts/default/7902418225174671528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeahlabyeshua.blogspot.com/2009/02/living-full-life-of-persistent-prayer.html' title='Viva Jesus Christ!'/><author><name>Jeah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09297568703198514552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SUgUjgeU2xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KHDv-HyrJ10/S220/ssdfsdf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SYUW8SNbOII/AAAAAAAAAL8/GkVi9k-r3Ao/s72-c/290120091187.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1183602674771354187.post-8572010572493518655</id><published>2009-01-15T02:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T02:46:33.876+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blessed Jeahpee'/><title type='text'>TWENTY.20.BENTE.</title><content type='html'>Hahaha. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20 blessed months&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SW4yBbGlnII/AAAAAAAAAJM/6ljDDC3XClM/s1600-h/HAHAHA%21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 205px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SW4yBbGlnII/AAAAAAAAAJM/6ljDDC3XClM/s320/HAHAHA%21.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291221612243557506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SW4yBZe2RCI/AAAAAAAAAJU/SLC3TChtCZY/s1600-h/HAHA2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SW4yBZe2RCI/AAAAAAAAAJU/SLC3TChtCZY/s320/HAHA2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291221611808441378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SW4yBe_l1GI/AAAAAAAAAJc/aVFN_Ng9wqM/s1600-h/HAHAAH3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 205px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SW4yBe_l1GI/AAAAAAAAAJc/aVFN_Ng9wqM/s320/HAHAAH3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291221613287953506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2:40&lt;/span&gt; in the morning, it's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;January 15, 2009&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ha-ppy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Twenty Prince&lt;/span&gt;! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1183602674771354187-8572010572493518655?l=jeahlabyeshua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeahlabyeshua.blogspot.com/feeds/8572010572493518655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1183602674771354187&amp;postID=8572010572493518655&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1183602674771354187/posts/default/8572010572493518655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1183602674771354187/posts/default/8572010572493518655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeahlabyeshua.blogspot.com/2009/01/twenty20bente.html' title='TWENTY.20.BENTE.'/><author><name>Jeah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09297568703198514552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SUgUjgeU2xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KHDv-HyrJ10/S220/ssdfsdf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SW4yBbGlnII/AAAAAAAAAJM/6ljDDC3XClM/s72-c/HAHAHA%21.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1183602674771354187.post-4806964290669104739</id><published>2009-01-14T23:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T19:47:06.646+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GSI'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blessed Jeahpee'/><title type='text'>School can be fun.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 466px; height: 348px;" src="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv317/JeyahJey/15.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Janz&lt;/span&gt; was here a while ago, he made &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ate Jovy&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ate Michelle&lt;/span&gt; wake me up even though my head is still heavy! Haha.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Janz &lt;/span&gt;always wants to come here but he was too shy to do so, but then I was shocked when they woke me up at around &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11:30AM&lt;/span&gt; (yes, that's my wake-up time!) to entertain my "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bwisita&lt;/span&gt;". Hahaha! Without washing my face or brushing my teeth and such, I faced him and he was laughing at me seeing that I was just in my PJs! Pfft. Haha. Ate breakfast/lunch thing. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daddy&lt;/span&gt; also talked to him but unlike before, todo sharing about God, because he was on a rush that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Janz&lt;/span&gt; left the house at exactly &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1:00PM&lt;/span&gt;. After watching &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pilipinas Game Knb&lt;/span&gt;, half of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wowowee&lt;/span&gt; and of course, eating. Don't accuse him of eat and run though he really did it. Haha! Then I prepared for my day. Went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SM North&lt;/span&gt; and bought stuffs from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NBS&lt;/span&gt;. Acetate Machine - out of order! Rawr! Bought gifts. Kulang parin. Aww. And looked for a cab. Fetched &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JP&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Glendale&lt;/span&gt; and went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Starbucks Congressional&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bakit mo ako sinundo?"&lt;br /&gt;"Bawal ba yun?"&lt;br /&gt;"E dapat susunduin kita e!"&lt;br /&gt;"Osige uwi tayo tas kungyari sinundo mo ako ha?"&lt;br /&gt;"Bakit nga?"&lt;br /&gt;"Bawal?"&lt;br /&gt;"Nakakagulat lang."&lt;br /&gt;"Wow, nagulat ka pa ah!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;Mahirap magkwento. Kaya ganito na lang. Hahaha. White Mocha Coffee Based and Vanilla Cream Based Frap. Belgian Waffle Mocha topped, Low Fat Chicken Sandwich. Hungry much? Yes. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut and Paste. Cut and Paste.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Psychology&lt;/span&gt; Assignment number 1, Neurological Bases of Behavior. After 1 hour or more, puro kalat on the floor, finished my assignment.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ang artistic mo naman grabe! Kung ako gagawa niyan di ko maiisip gawin yan..&lt;/span&gt;" Hahaha! Retarded pictures. Retarded pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SW97KbNy_tI/AAAAAAAAAKU/DOhExHmKDMk/s1600-h/14012009435.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 210px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SW97KbNy_tI/AAAAAAAAAKU/DOhExHmKDMk/s320/14012009435.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291583506218155730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SW96ekoEcnI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/6muz589wGGw/s1600-h/14012009379.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 210px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SW96ekoEcnI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/6muz589wGGw/s320/14012009379.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291582752830026354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SW96eGlfCHI/AAAAAAAAAJs/U3mtcyiNih0/s1600-h/14012009375.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 210px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SW96eGlfCHI/AAAAAAAAAJs/U3mtcyiNih0/s320/14012009375.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291582744766122098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SW97Kl5rjwI/AAAAAAAAAKc/SG5sjDCRt1s/s1600-h/14012009438.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 210px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SW97Kl5rjwI/AAAAAAAAAKc/SG5sjDCRt1s/s320/14012009438.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291583509086572290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rough draft around&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 7PM&lt;/span&gt;, started brain squeezing myself for his &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Research&lt;/span&gt;. Argued a little because of the format. Finished his Review of Related Literature while he was busy cam whoring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8:00PM&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NBS Congressiona&lt;/span&gt;l. Acetate machine - not available! Mehn! If I only knew! Looked for a cab, went to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; TriNoma&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NBS&lt;/span&gt;. Acetate Machine - out of order! Aaaaargh! I badly need to make my papers 'acetated' hahaha! But of course, I don't have any choice but to settle for tomorrow. Went home with him. Met &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ate Michelle&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ate Jovy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pakilala*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ate Jovy&lt;/span&gt;: Pinsan mo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeahpee&lt;/span&gt;: *tawa tawa*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeah&lt;/span&gt;: Oo Ate, pinsan ko. Hahaha! Hindi ah! DI ko nga kilala yan e kapal ng mukha dito pa kakain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JP&lt;/span&gt;: Ah ganun? Ah ganun? *ni-wrestling ako*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeah&lt;/span&gt;: Oo ganun! Hahaha! *ganti naman ako* Ate Jovy! Tanung mo na lang kay Daddy kung sino siya kasi di ko talaga alam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JP&lt;/span&gt;: Ang kapal ng mukha mo sige alis na lang ako!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeah&lt;/span&gt;: Wow, ikaw na nga nakikikain sige layas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JP&lt;/span&gt;: Aba!! Porket bahay mo 'to ah! HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeah&lt;/span&gt;: Ay Ate Jovy siya yung lalaking nasa malaking picture frame sa kwarto ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ate Jovy&lt;/span&gt;: Ah siya ba yun, e sino nga siya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeah:&lt;/span&gt; Ewan ko ba bakit andun mukha niya di ko naman kilala! HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JP&lt;/span&gt;: Ayus ka ah! *still on wrestling mode*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeah&lt;/span&gt;: Hoy! Bakit pag wala su Daddy sa bahay, ang ingay mo? Pag andito siya tameme ka?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JP&lt;/span&gt;: Hahaha. Ganun talaga! Porket bahay mo talaga to ah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha! Ate dinner. I led the prayer, 'cause he led the prayer for the last time. (Yes, alternate kami maglead tuwing kakain and I love doing it. Kasi minsan pag magkaaway kami, nagbabati kami after a prayer. Kasi, God works mysteriously. Di namin alam pinagbabati na pala kami. napapaiyak pa nga kaming dalawa nung minsan! And that's after just a prayer! Wee!) Yes, retarded pictures to the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt; time! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SW96fGUUdaI/AAAAAAAAAKE/p-Gb5_Ux3EY/s1600-h/14012009454.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 210px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SW96fGUUdaI/AAAAAAAAAKE/p-Gb5_Ux3EY/s320/14012009454.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291582761873995170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SW97Kw-Ag8I/AAAAAAAAAKk/5XCtrs0yULM/s1600-h/14012009444.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 211px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SW97Kw-Ag8I/AAAAAAAAAKk/5XCtrs0yULM/s320/14012009444.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291583512057512898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SW96e_3ZL-I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/bqIU2Ml3EBw/s1600-h/14012009474.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 210px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SW96e_3ZL-I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/bqIU2Ml3EBw/s320/14012009474.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291582760142057442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SW96fk4n36I/AAAAAAAAAKM/-JvEmX0cOyM/s1600-h/14012009483.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 210px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SW96fk4n36I/AAAAAAAAAKM/-JvEmX0cOyM/s320/14012009483.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291582770079326114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funnnnn. Bonded with&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Wiess&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Piolo&lt;/span&gt;, our dog. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ang vain naman ng asong 'yan!&lt;/span&gt;" Haha! At &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9:30 PM&lt;/span&gt;, he left and hurriedly looked for a cab to go home. Tired but happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Used the computer and utilized my time though I really need to make bawi sa tulog because of the conesecutive sleepless nights chatting with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JP&lt;/span&gt;. And mind you, we don't chat for no reason. We always finish requirements for school that's why. Weeee! Haha and I'm so thankful because it serves as our quality time also. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as he was encoding, at exactly&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 12:00MN&lt;/span&gt;, he went online and I again edited his Related Literature and re-send it to him.... and now I am busy making fun of him hahahaha! Kidding! I'll surprise him with my next post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so thankful to God that He had given me a person with much sense of humor and very very responsible (especially, kapag galit na ako. HAHAHA!) Next post.. God bless!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1183602674771354187-4806964290669104739?l=jeahlabyeshua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeahlabyeshua.blogspot.com/feeds/4806964290669104739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1183602674771354187&amp;postID=4806964290669104739&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1183602674771354187/posts/default/4806964290669104739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1183602674771354187/posts/default/4806964290669104739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeahlabyeshua.blogspot.com/2009/01/school-can-be-fun.html' title='School can be fun.'/><author><name>Jeah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09297568703198514552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SUgUjgeU2xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KHDv-HyrJ10/S220/ssdfsdf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SW97KbNy_tI/AAAAAAAAAKU/DOhExHmKDMk/s72-c/14012009435.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1183602674771354187.post-3179604425744646805</id><published>2009-01-13T12:00:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T23:47:07.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So blessed, I can't contain it..</title><content type='html'>..so much I gotta give it away! I am super blessed this day. Just read on to find out... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WARNING: A VERY LONG POST&lt;/span&gt;. Pardon me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..I got up late because of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shobe&lt;/span&gt;. She forgot to tell &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ate Jovy&lt;/span&gt; to wake me up before &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6am&lt;/span&gt;. Haha! Any way, the road is not that buggy so it tuned out that I was just late for 15 minutes. Very unprofessional, right? Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Algebra&lt;/span&gt;. I was still able to catch up with the discussion. Topics such as Special Case of Product of Binomial and Trinomial, Square of Trinomial and Binomial Formula were discussed by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sir&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Valimento&lt;/span&gt;. Random &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Math&lt;/span&gt; moments:&lt;br /&gt;1.) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MC0811 at SB401&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SWzUsFt4-UI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ttlLLX3T_9U/s1600-h/13012009312.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 209px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SWzUsFt4-UI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ttlLLX3T_9U/s320/13012009312.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290837516167477570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SWzUsc23LdI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Ow2RRpUhJsE/s1600-h/13012009314.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 209px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SWzUsc23LdI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Ow2RRpUhJsE/s320/13012009314.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290837522379124178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) The given equation? It's (a + b)&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;  and the solution/equation is what you were about to see.. say thanks to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pythagoras&lt;/span&gt;. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SWzUs2L2jVI/AAAAAAAAAFk/HDJ3mkT0pgY/s1600-h/13012009313.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 209px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SWzUs2L2jVI/AAAAAAAAAFk/HDJ3mkT0pgY/s320/13012009313.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290837529178049874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeah&lt;/span&gt;: Sir, Trinoma?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeah&lt;/span&gt;: Sir, wala na po bang mas hahaba diyan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeah&lt;/span&gt;: Sir, Kaya niyo pa? Tama na po.&lt;br /&gt;*Sir continues to write on the board with long equations laughing*&lt;br /&gt;*A topic was brought up from my blockmates at the back so usap usap, twanan for 5 seconds*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kim De Guzman&lt;/span&gt;: *looks at the board (the equations got more longer!!)* HALA! Nakitawa lang ako sainyo biglang nagkaganyan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) Sir went out the classroom for emergency purposes. *tanan!* Pictures! With &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rizza&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ESOF Girls&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ESOF&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pauline&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SWzVl8a1WYI/AAAAAAAAAFs/YuqmzjqGFps/s1600-h/13012009308.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 210px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SWzVl8a1WYI/AAAAAAAAAFs/YuqmzjqGFps/s320/13012009308.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290838510104041858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SWzVlyE5BKI/AAAAAAAAAF0/LygOMk0fOOw/s1600-h/13012009305.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 205px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SWzVlyE5BKI/AAAAAAAAAF0/LygOMk0fOOw/s320/13012009305.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290838507327653026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SWzVmDsmryI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xHQ4GCWjJ1w/s1600-h/13012009306.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 205px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SWzVmDsmryI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xHQ4GCWjJ1w/s320/13012009306.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290838512057626402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Break time&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ESOF&lt;/span&gt; decided to eat at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KFC Morayta&lt;/span&gt; 'cause it's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carlo&lt;/span&gt;'s treat! Bucket Meal! While waiting for our food, I went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;McDonalds&lt;/span&gt; that's just across the street, and bought 1large fries. Adik. Hah! Thank God for the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Elites&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;The original 8 Elite Society of Friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ESOF With Pauline ;  Without Russel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                        &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SWzagcKQdiI/AAAAAAAAAGM/aqLVyrBckWo/s1600-h/13012009321.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 211px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SWzagcKQdiI/AAAAAAAAAGM/aqLVyrBckWo/s320/13012009321.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290843913103373858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SWzagesFduI/AAAAAAAAAGE/9ZMZAg4MxNQ/s1600-h/13012009320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 211px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SWzagesFduI/AAAAAAAAAGE/9ZMZAg4MxNQ/s320/13012009320.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290843913782130402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laugh trips about the "gwapong dreamboy" &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rizza&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Erika&lt;/span&gt; saw last night. Hahaha! "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Siya na ang buhay ko&lt;/span&gt;" - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rizza&lt;/span&gt;. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Osige, mag laro tayo, agawan ng Dreamboy!&lt;/span&gt;" - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Erika&lt;/span&gt;. Hahaha! Discussed random funny things.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ESOF&lt;/span&gt; pa! They will always crack you up and your funny bones will never be excused! Haha! Walked back to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FEU&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Political Science.  &lt;/span&gt;At first we thought that the "Monarchy-Seating Arrangement-by-grade" will be established today. But I remembered that 3 of our block mates including &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aeron&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Grazel&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shane&lt;/span&gt; haven't taken the Prelim Exam yet so our grades may not be finalized. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Professor Gemzon&lt;/span&gt; arrived somehow in a bad and strict mood. She distributed the Book Review "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Animal Farm&lt;/span&gt;" by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;George Orwell&lt;/span&gt; that we passed last time with grades on it. I was really really shocked to receive a grade of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;85&lt;/span&gt; and seeing others' works graded with a line of 9 who honestly admitted to me that they just did the famous 'copy-and-paste' thing from the internet. I felt low that moment 'cause I worked hard for this project from the effort of reading the whole book, doing my own synopsis, putting into words my own analysis and conclusion and the fact that me and my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dad&lt;/span&gt; went through a fight for this project (long story) is a big deal for me! And yeah, I just don't think I deserve a grade of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;85%&lt;/span&gt;. But then I didn't panicked. Instead, an idea of "blogging this later" came to my mind and thought of putting a title that goes like this -- "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Political Science. Such a Day Spoiler&lt;/span&gt;". Hahaha! Yes I am really that disappointed, maybe that can show my frustration. After that, I heard &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ma'am Gemzon&lt;/span&gt; say, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;vacate your seats..&lt;/span&gt;". Oh no! "Monarchy-Seating-Arrangement-by-grade"!! BEFORE I PROCEED WITH MY STORY LET ME EXPLAIN WHAT THIS "Seating Arrangement" is all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because we are talking about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Political Science Class&lt;/span&gt; here, our Professor has this seating arrangement that she originated. (I just made up its name. Hehe!) Every after major exams, Prelims Exam for instance, we will be arranged according to our grades. Those who got their grades low will be sitting in the first row while those who got their grades a little higher will be seated in the next upper rows. ('Cause our classroom is elevated, by the way.) In simple terms, it will be in ascending order when you are facing the chairs. The highest will reign as the "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monarch of the Class&lt;/span&gt;" and will sit in the highest row, in the middle of the isle. We all know that Monarch is the most noble position in a Monarchy State. A King/Queen as head of  the State. I made up a figure to illustrate it to you, guys! Sipag ko no..hahaha! (thanks to the cute little tamaraw images from the Students and Alumni of &lt;a href="http://www.tamarawbayan.com/"&gt;FEU Online Abode&lt;/a&gt;) The picture is clickable. Click to view full size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SW3zjjIQT2I/AAAAAAAAAGc/ySvcE9xukXI/s1600-h/MonarchyHAHAHA%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 122px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SW3zjjIQT2I/AAAAAAAAAGc/ySvcE9xukXI/s320/MonarchyHAHAHA%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291152929281036130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so that is it, our block suspected that one of the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ESOF&lt;/span&gt; Boys will be the "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monarch of the Class&lt;/span&gt;" since they are the most active students in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PolSci&lt;/span&gt;. It can be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carlo&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yuji&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Russel&lt;/span&gt; or definitely &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MARVIN&lt;/span&gt;. So &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ma'am, Gemzon&lt;/span&gt; started to call out names with low grades first. Oh no, everybody is feeling the pressure.. waaaa! "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Natatae na ako sa nerbyos!&lt;/span&gt;" - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rizza&lt;/span&gt;. Hahaha! The scene was so intense not to mention our very cold classroom and the temper of our funny Professor. Then half of the class were already seated. The first to be called from&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ESOF&lt;/span&gt; was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Erzel&lt;/span&gt;. Tsk! (I'll just tell those names from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ESOF&lt;/span&gt;, okay?) I can really feel the pressure that moment, especially when &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carlo&lt;/span&gt; was called. We were shocked to find out that he got a grade of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.0&lt;/span&gt;! Then&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Ma'am Gemzon&lt;/span&gt; noticed the murmurs of my block mates. She then started to explain how she computes grades. And what to do to get a higher grade next time. She said that recitations is just&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 30%&lt;/span&gt; of the Class Standing, (Carlos is active in recitation) but quizzes are more important because it is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;50%&lt;/span&gt; of the CS. Her explanation took a little long until she started to call names again. Nerve cracking,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Erika&lt;/span&gt; was called! (She is always the highest in some subjects!) Then &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Russel&lt;/span&gt;.. some of our blockmates... then... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YUJI&lt;/span&gt;!!... (A very active student in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PolSci&lt;/span&gt; also..) ..then.. without noticing, we were down to THREE! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rizza&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moon&lt;/span&gt; and .. and .. and.. ME! Who can possibly believe that I can be one of the highest in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PolSci&lt;/span&gt;? WHO!?!?! Oh men, all eyes were on us! And everyone started to tease us "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;..yes, Monarch..!&lt;/span&gt;" Then &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rizza&lt;/span&gt; was called! Daaaah! It can be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moon&lt;/span&gt; 'cause she is good in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt;! Haha.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But English has nothing to do with polSci, Jeah! Nothing!&lt;/span&gt;", I told myself. But but, I can't actually think if it was me, how could it be? "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The name that I will call, sorry to say but you are not the Monarch. Ang matititra, siya ang kagalang galang na Monarch natin. With a grade of 91%, Ms. Danipog.....&lt;/span&gt;" - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ma'am Gemzon&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAAAAAAAAAAAA! And my thoughts were like "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am the Monarch? I am the Monarch? I AM THE MONARCH!!!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prof. Gemzon&lt;/span&gt;: Congratulations Ms. La Guardia, 93%!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeah&lt;/span&gt;: *Speechless;moveless*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prof&lt;/span&gt;: Bumaba ka na!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;: Ma'am joke ba 'to? Parang joooke lang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prof&lt;/span&gt;: Gusto mo ba bawiin ko pa? Hindi to biro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;: E para kasing joke Ma'am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prof&lt;/span&gt;: Paupuin yan sa gitna daliii!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha! I walked down the class room and got my grades from our professor. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.25&lt;/span&gt;! Yeah! I really can't believe it. Parang Ms. Universe lang e. Hahaha! Applause and "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;woo&lt;/span&gt;"s from my block mates were all around our class. This is one of the most blessed days ever!! I was so nervous. nanginginig ako and my heart was pumping and beating so fast. Kahit ang ingay narinig ko parin pagtibok. Okay ang OA. HAHA! Ay! Binabawi ko na naisip kong day spoiler ang &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PolSci&lt;/span&gt;. Erase erase! HAHAHA! Ang saya! God is so great. Wala na akong naisip pang iba. If this was not a joke, probably a hoax. Joke! Probably God is granting my desire and prayers of favors at school. And all my hard works paid off because of it. GOD IS SO GREAT! We really get what we deserve, am I right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prof. Gemzon&lt;/span&gt;: Miss Monarch, puede ka pa matanggal sa kinauupuan mo. May tatlo pang di nakakapag exam ha? *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's fine with me at least I once experienced the feeling of being one! Hahaha. Discussion started. Powers and Functions of the Executive, Legislative and Judiciary. Sitting in the top middle with no seatmates is a bit awkward and I had a hard time listening to the discussions that day, but it was okay. My head is occupied with so much gratitude to God though kaya hindi masyado nakapagconcentrate! Haha! All that I did was laugh at our Professor's funny punchlines. Haha! Sorry. I'm just too overwhelmed. After the class..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marvin&lt;/span&gt;: *irap* Monarch monarch! Hmpf! bitter ako sa'yo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeah&lt;/span&gt;: Hala! Naman e!!! Grabe naman kayo..&lt;br /&gt;*after a few seconds*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;: Hahaha! Joke lang, congratulations Bochog! ESOF is proud of you! *hug* *then whispered* Pero tandaan mo, papalitan kita sa MidTerms. Magdasaldasal ka na! Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;: *calls ESOF* diba guys, diba? Hindi magtatagal, hindi na siya ang Monarch! *evil laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;: Ay grabe. What kind of friends are you, guys? Hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;: We're just kidding Bochog! Congrats ulit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;: I love you guys!&lt;br /&gt;*group hug*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;: O tara na iwanan na yan, di porket Monarch di na puede iwanan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They literally left me inside the room. Hahaha! So much for that. Haha. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Speech&lt;/span&gt; was fun 'cause we did nothing. Because of the fact that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ma'am Lulu&lt;/span&gt; cannot speak due to her voice rest. According to her doctor, she badly needs it. So whatever she wants to say to us, she writes it on the board. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ma'am Lulu&lt;/span&gt;: *writes on the board* "Actually nahihiya ako sainyo, I really wanted to teach you today my dears.."*flying kiss*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MC0811&lt;/span&gt;: It's okay Ma'am, we love you and we missed you so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ma'am Lulu&lt;/span&gt;: *writes again* "Copy and Paste"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha! Kulet! Releasing of grades. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;95&lt;/span&gt; is the highest - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yuji&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ella&lt;/span&gt;. I got a grade of&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 94&lt;/span&gt;. Weee! Another blessing from above. Oh Lord, you are loved beyond words!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Break time&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ESOF&lt;/span&gt; bonding at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FEU Food court&lt;/span&gt;. Saw &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dr. Mendoza&lt;/span&gt;, our&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Filipino&lt;/span&gt; Professor. Kinulit namin siya while waiting for her food. Sikat daw si &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yuji&lt;/span&gt; sa mga students niya lalo na sa &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Political Science&lt;/span&gt;. Haha! Kulitan. laugh trip about this "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ralph&lt;/span&gt;" that is being teased to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marvin&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yuji&lt;/span&gt;. Love triangle e. Hahaha. I bought Milo Ice Cream! Favorite namin ni &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kim&lt;/span&gt;. Because of its whip creme. Hehe. After 30 minutes, exactly &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2:00 PM&lt;/span&gt;, we parted ways and went to our respective practice places and groups in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.E&lt;/span&gt;. Ours is at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SB513&lt;/span&gt;. We have a Practical. Filipino Folk Dance - Polka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My group mates were&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Mhec&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mitch&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ley&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carlo&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yuji&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Russel&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Erzel&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dina&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aeron&lt;/span&gt;. Yes, I am in such a cool group! Weee! They taught us how to do the basic steps of Polka. (We, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ESOF&lt;/span&gt; were not around last meeting. Nag cut kami. Bad. Hintayin niyo na lang post ko about dun. Hahaha!) Practice. Bonding with them at the same time. Great people! I really hate irresponsible group mates that is why I am so blessed because they are all cooperative. Oh by the way I am the leader of our group hahaha, but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mhec&lt;/span&gt;, which is also a great dancer did the concept of 64 Polka measures and formations. I just suggested on the Entrance and Exit part. Lol! Haha! End at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3:00 PM&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NatSci Biology&lt;/span&gt;. Yes, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ma'am Minto&lt;/span&gt; didn't mention about the mad mad thing. According to our block mates, galit daw kasi siya sa'min kasi wala kami nung last meeting pero nakita niya kami. Wow, ano 'to? High School? Haha. Any way, I consider it a blessing 'cause it was really my first time not to attend last meeting but to clear our names, no bad intentions at all. Wala naman kasing gagawin because it's just the start of the classes. Discussions.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daddy&lt;/span&gt; called. He wants me to go to his office after class. Nyak!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Makati&lt;/span&gt;? It's so far! Haha. And I am definitely tired after &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6:oo PM&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.E.&lt;/span&gt; Yey! We tried to hear the music. We made some adjustments 'cause the tempo was too fast! Hahaha. And saw&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Aeron'&lt;/span&gt;s Poster. Sikat mga classmates ko e. I am so much blessed, right? Look at his achievements. I just wish I can be like him, active sa school. Not that I am not, but if you would compare my status right now to my status last Elementary and High School, it's way too different already. One reason: I don't want to go home super late because my travel time is for 1 dangerous hour inside a jeepney along Espanya to Quezon City. Not pedophile safe, and yeahhh.. I am just human and have weaknesses also. I am too much committed with things for the Lord and If I would engage to campus organizations, I will have to kill my self first. Haha. Opportunities are there.. in fact I was invited to enter the auditions for a dance group for the upcoming event, the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mass Communication Idol&lt;/span&gt;, but I was too hesitant. Last day na ng audition ngayon. Any way, here is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aeron'&lt;/span&gt;s Poster:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SW4BnurUZeI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ZlHc4G-c4h0/s1600-h/13012009338.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SW4BnurUZeI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ZlHc4G-c4h0/s320/13012009338.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291168394263160290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Astig 'diba? Back to our Practical, it was sort of a contest for almost everyone started to practice for the allotted tome of 30 minutes na hiwa-hiwalay ang groups. Competent much? Haha! Draw lots. We presented first. We were nervous because we didn't master everything natakot baka magkamali e. We saw other groups' presentation and they are all good except the fact that they didn't used all the kinds of steps in Polka. After the presentations, our professor announced that we got the grade of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;100%&lt;/span&gt;! Another blessing!! The second group got&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 98%&lt;/span&gt;, the next got &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;92%&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;88%&lt;/span&gt;! Wooooo! Our group rejoiced after the announcment of grades. GOD IS GREAT, indeed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dismissed. And now I am doing my&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Psychology&lt;/span&gt; Assignment#1 to be passed on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JP&lt;/span&gt; will print it out and I will work it out tomorow at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SC Congre&lt;/span&gt; after his class! Weee. And I will also help him finish his Review of Related Literatures. Though we had a sort of a fight, God ended it with happiness. Yeee! Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, my whole body is still in pain because of last &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;'s dance training. But it was a blessed day so the pain left my head and all I can ever think about is to glorify our good God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't actually believe I finished editing this post. HAHAHA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1183602674771354187-3179604425744646805?l=jeahlabyeshua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeahlabyeshua.blogspot.com/feeds/3179604425744646805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1183602674771354187&amp;postID=3179604425744646805&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1183602674771354187/posts/default/3179604425744646805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1183602674771354187/posts/default/3179604425744646805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeahlabyeshua.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-blessed-i-cant-contain-it.html' title='So blessed, I can&apos;t contain it..'/><author><name>Jeah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09297568703198514552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SUgUjgeU2xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KHDv-HyrJ10/S220/ssdfsdf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SWzUsFt4-UI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ttlLLX3T_9U/s72-c/13012009312.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1183602674771354187.post-3244907390383183668</id><published>2009-01-07T23:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T02:26:58.389+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grabbed posts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alma Mater'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GSI'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Literary Works'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Youth Alive Ministry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blessed Jeahpee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bestfriends'/><title type='text'>The Trial By Existence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kuya Mark&lt;/span&gt;, my cousin made a banner for my &lt;a href="http://jeahlabyeshua.multiply.com/"&gt;Multiply Site&lt;/a&gt;. Astig diba? Yeah! The second one is his banner and the third one is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mae&lt;/span&gt;'s (her sister) banner. Ay napakatlented! Hahaha. I don't have time to make this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.gif&lt;/span&gt; thing though I can and I really really want to... but heck! Too lazy! That's why I am so thankful that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kuya Mark&lt;/span&gt; surprised me with his work. Yeeeeeey! "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh wag mo pindutin dapat surprise pagka copy mo ipaste mo kagad then save wala ng tingin tingin!&lt;/span&gt;" Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 458px; height: 181px;" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n145/pascual_grow_up/jeah.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 455px; height: 184px;" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n145/pascual_grow_up/headings2.gif" /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 461px; height: 265px;" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n145/pascual_grow_up/mae-banner.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And this is from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dess&lt;/span&gt;' &lt;a href="http://allheartatenista.multiply.com/journal/item/11"&gt;Multiply site&lt;/a&gt;, Senior YR Rocesian and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Youth Alive&lt;/span&gt; Attendee. I was super touched and in fairness this is pretty much accurate and funny! Hahaha. She published this on her blog dated &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;January 4, 2009&lt;/span&gt;. Read everything. Hehe! Here's the survey's all about. I know everyone! Yey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pick 10 friends you feel comfortable around&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;(including yourself for number 4).&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Jeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  - Me! Yey! Thanks Dess!&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Meh&lt;/span&gt; - IV- Star Rocesian ngayon. Super intelligent.&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wiess&lt;/span&gt; - Shobe, my sister of course!&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dhess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Louie&lt;/span&gt; - Si BES!! My Best friend/batchmate now at UP Baguio.&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paul&lt;/span&gt; - Talented 3rd yr from Roces&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Neil&lt;/span&gt; - My anak anakan and my best friend as well. Now at UST.&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeffany&lt;/span&gt; - My kapatid! Now at UST.&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Erika&lt;/span&gt; - My kapatid! Now at PUP.&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Janine&lt;/span&gt; - The "valedectorian-in-the-bag-soon-too-be" IV-Star Rocesian. best friend ni Dess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're stuck in a house with these 10 people for a year .&lt;br /&gt;there is no leavin' the house until the year is over .&lt;br /&gt;choose a person for every question below .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; If there was someone singing making your ears bleed in the morning who would it most likely be?   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Meh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; If someone was considered the dad and the mom of the house, who would it be?      &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Jeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt; If you wanted candy really badly and all of the ten in the house had some, who would you take it from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Wiess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; mukha kasing factory ng candy;) joke;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt; If someone had to watch you brush your teeth (every) morning, who would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Neil&lt;/span&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt; Someones caught on the phone all hours of the night, who is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Si &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;wiess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. larndii eh. peace ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6.&lt;/span&gt; There was two bags of chips bought at the store, but 20 minutes later they are gone. Who ate them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Jeffany&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;erika&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt; jeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7.&lt;/span&gt; Someones caught singing in the shower everyday at 2 o clock, who is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Err. si &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;PAUL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; yun! hahaha singer namin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8.&lt;/span&gt;Who would hate being in the house the most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; siii &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Janine&lt;/span&gt;. hahaha:))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9.&lt;/span&gt; Someone took my (brand spanking new) pair of socks that were never worn before, who is the thief?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Si &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Jeah&lt;/span&gt; malakas trip niyan eh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10.&lt;/span&gt; Someone swept all the dirt under the rug, who was it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Si &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Louie.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. &lt;/span&gt;If there were arguments in the house, who would be the ones arguing? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; Jeah&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Wiess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;:))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12.&lt;/span&gt; Who would be the one missing their boyfriend/girlfriend that wasn't in the house with them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Si &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Louie&lt;/span&gt; namimiss si &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ayik&lt;/span&gt;;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13.&lt;/span&gt; You walked down stairs in the middle of the night for a glass of water, someone is dancing on the table in there Leopard Thong, who is the crazy one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Si kambal &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;meh&lt;/span&gt;:))  baliw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14.&lt;/span&gt; A pillow fight broke through, who started it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;JEFFANY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;!!! imissyou. amp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15.&lt;/span&gt; Someone made an effort in the laundry room, who was the kid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JANINE&lt;/span&gt;!! hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16.&lt;/span&gt; There are pranksters in the house that put plastic on the two toilets in the house, who are the pranksters?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Erika&lt;/span&gt; at si &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;jeah&lt;/span&gt; hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17.&lt;/span&gt; The music's too loud, who turned it up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Paul&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Louie&lt;/span&gt;;D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18. &lt;/span&gt;Theres a mouse crawling on the floor all over the house, who is the first one to scream? and who is the one to jump in someones arms? Who would be the one to kill it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;first one to scream-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Meh&lt;/span&gt;! ♥ jump in someones arms-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;erika &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one to kill it- syempre si &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;JEAH&lt;/span&gt; yan. macho! ♥ labyou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19&lt;/span&gt;. Who made pancakes in the morning and almost caught the house on fire?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;its either &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Meh&lt;/span&gt; or&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Neil&lt;/span&gt;. hahhaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20.&lt;/span&gt; Someones tanning on the roof, who is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hmmm...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; jeffany&lt;/span&gt;? joke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;21&lt;/span&gt;. Who is the tallest in the house?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wiess&lt;/span&gt; hHAHAH tangkad!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;22.&lt;/span&gt; Who is the shortest in the house?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Erika&lt;/span&gt;;) :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;23.&lt;/span&gt; Who is the loudest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Meh&lt;/span&gt;:))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;24. &lt;/span&gt;Who is the clown?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Neil neil neil&lt;/span&gt;;))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;25&lt;/span&gt;. Who is the most respectful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; PAUL&lt;/span&gt; yan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;26.&lt;/span&gt; Who is the one you go to talk to the most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;♥&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;meh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;;))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;27. &lt;/span&gt;Who's in bed first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;ako syempre! hahahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;28.&lt;/span&gt; If someone woke everyone up with pots and pans who would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; LOUIE&lt;/span&gt;!!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;29. &lt;/span&gt;Someone has the same sweater as you, so you get mad at them and who is it?  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;malamang si&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; meh&lt;/span&gt; na yun kasi we both love orange.♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;30.&lt;/span&gt; You spilt ice all over the kitchen floor, who would be the one to slip on it first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Janine&lt;/span&gt;. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;31.&lt;/span&gt; A year is over, who cries when its time to say goodbye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;ako, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;erika&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;meh&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;janine&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;jeah&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wiess&lt;/span&gt;. mabababaw ang luha;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;Today is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tin&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; JP&lt;/span&gt; and I are still alive graveyard shift - until &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3am &lt;/span&gt;I think. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tin&lt;/span&gt; finished her Related Literature while&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; JP&lt;/span&gt; is really anguished about his &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chemistry&lt;/span&gt; Requirement. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Papasabugin ko na talaga yang faculty namin e!! Nakakapikon!!&lt;/span&gt;" Hahaha. Talking about a Senior YR HS student here. Hahaha. Actually &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tin&lt;/span&gt; went to sleep around&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 1:45am&lt;/span&gt; while&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; JP&lt;/span&gt; and I had lots of arguments first before even doing his requirements. Dami naming pauso sa Y!M e. Waves waves ng sunod sunod na emoticon tska kung ano-anong doodled drawing. Hahaha! So we slept around &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3:30AM&lt;/span&gt;. But at least I've helped him and doing things together makes me feel that we are really responsible persons. Hahaha! Sana gets niyo. 'Di ko ma-explain. Basta. That's a proof that we still prioritize our studies.  Stayed at home all through out the day. Di na kami natuloy kasi wala naman yun kusa e lagi akong hinihintay mag-decide. Haay. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;Around &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6:ooPM&lt;/span&gt;, he called and he said that he will be going out after dinner to purchase ourselves network load including me.....&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 9PM &lt;/span&gt;na, wala pa rin. Yun pala nakatulog! "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Waaaa! Sorry sorry di ko na talaga kaya!!&lt;/span&gt;" I didn't bother responding anymore. I wanted to let him have his rest after several sleepless nights for school stuffs. Any way the title for today is because of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lizette&lt;/span&gt;. That's her Speech something blah blah poem ahahaha. She sent me an IM and I was sort of shocked. It's been a long time since we chatted that long. Tawa ako ng tawa parang sira lang e. Hahaha. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHRIST's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;HOT&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; HONORABLE EVANGELISTS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lizette: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Hahaha che.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeah&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; ANo ba ibig sabihin ng &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;che&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeah&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lizette&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Christ's hot evangelist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lizette&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;img src="http://img246.imageshack.us/img246/1039/60139748py7.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lizette&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Yes imbento hahahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeah&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Waa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeah&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;img src="http://img246.imageshack.us/img246/1039/60139748py7.gif" /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Hahaha. Hot pala tayo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://img228.imageshack.us/img228/1526/23712516ro8.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lizette&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Sino may sabing pati ikaw?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img src="http://img228.imageshack.us/img228/9682/44069410vq7.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lizette&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Ayjoke hahahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lizette&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; Oo hot tayo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://img228.imageshack.us/img228/1526/23712516ro8.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeah&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Hahaha. Okay lang kahit di hot. Basta evangelist. YEAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lizette:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;ANG TANDA MO NA PALA NOO!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lizette: &lt;img src="http://img246.imageshack.us/img246/1039/60139748py7.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeah&lt;/span&gt;: Unang post ko sa blog ko about sakaniya.. &lt;img src="http://img228.imageshack.us/img228/1526/23712516ro8.gif" /&gt; Diba? E nagblog ako college..!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeah&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img246.imageshack.us/img246/1039/60139748py7.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lizette&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; OO NGA!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lizette&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;KAYA NGA!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeah&lt;/span&gt;: HAHAHAHAHA!! E GANUN TALAGA BUHAY!!!!!!(sigawan ba to?) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img246.imageshack.us/img246/1039/60139748py7.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lizette&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;UN NGA NAALALA KO!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lizette&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img246.imageshack.us/img246/1039/60139748py7.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lizette&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;HINDI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BULUNGAN!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeah&lt;/span&gt;: OKAY!!!!!!!!!!! BULUNGAN TO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeah&lt;/span&gt;: TATANDA KA DIN!!!!!! KALA MO AKO LANG!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeah&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img228.imageshack.us/img228/1526/23712516ro8.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lizette&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;HAHAHA!! PERO MAS UNA KA!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeah&lt;/span&gt;: AT LEAST UHM!!!!! WALA NA AKO MASABI!!!! BASTA!!! DI KO KASALANAN NA UNA AKONG NAPANGANAK KESA SAYOOOOOOOOO!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lizette&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;DI NGA!!!!!!!!!!!!! SINABI KO BA!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img246.imageshack.us/img246/1039/60139748py7.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeah&lt;/span&gt;: HINDI MO SINABI!!! DINEDEPENSAHAN KO LANG SARILI KO KASI TATANDA KADIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img228.imageshack.us/img228/1526/23712516ro8.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lizette&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;PERO NGA KASI UNA KA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeah&lt;/span&gt;: KAHIT NA!!!!!!!!! TATANDA KA PADIN!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img246.imageshack.us/img246/1039/60139748py7.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lizette&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;OO NGA!!!!!!! SINO BA MAY SABING HINDI!!!!!!!! WALA NAMAN DIBA!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img246.imageshack.us/img246/1039/60139748py7.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeah&lt;/span&gt;: PARANG NAKAKAPAGOD MAKIPAGBULUNGAN!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img246.imageshack.us/img246/1039/60139748py7.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lizette&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;KAYA NGA E!!!!!!!!! GUSTO MO SIGAWAN NALANG?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeah&lt;/span&gt;: SIGE BA!!!!!! PANO BA YUN!!!!!!! TURO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lizette&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Eto. Ganito yun &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img228.imageshack.us/img228/4985/42694125gh5.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lizette: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img228.imageshack.us/img228/1526/23712516ro8.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeah&lt;/span&gt;: Ah. Wow. Nice nemenn. &lt;img src="http://img228.imageshack.us/img228/4985/42694125gh5.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;Sorry, overjoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1183602674771354187-3244907390383183668?l=jeahlabyeshua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeahlabyeshua.blogspot.com/feeds/3244907390383183668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1183602674771354187&amp;postID=3244907390383183668&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1183602674771354187/posts/default/3244907390383183668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1183602674771354187/posts/default/3244907390383183668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeahlabyeshua.blogspot.com/2009/01/pick-10-friends-you-feel-comfortable.html' title='The Trial By Existence'/><author><name>Jeah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09297568703198514552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SUgUjgeU2xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KHDv-HyrJ10/S220/ssdfsdf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1183602674771354187.post-4050271540409401256</id><published>2008-12-26T21:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T01:33:07.052+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blessed Jeahpee'/><title type='text'>Exchange Gifts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Online Christmas gifts from some links.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://shelovesgreen.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pearl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SYR0VVE_OAI/AAAAAAAAAK8/1UTIUSSxoCI/s1600-h/happyholidaysdudes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 190px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SYR0VVE_OAI/AAAAAAAAAK8/1UTIUSSxoCI/s320/happyholidaysdudes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297486971478685698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;a href="http://xrainbow-skye.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jhie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SYRzdhrn-mI/AAAAAAAAAK0/nlJsfYS_IPU/s1600-h/hsqk9s.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 196px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SYRzdhrn-mI/AAAAAAAAAK0/nlJsfYS_IPU/s320/hsqk9s.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297486012789291618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;a href="http://shattered-stars.choco-drops.com/"&gt;Eunice&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SYRzdlGO67I/AAAAAAAAAKs/T8chwqbZJlw/s1600-h/fromeunice.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SYRzdlGO67I/AAAAAAAAAKs/T8chwqbZJlw/s320/fromeunice.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297486013706202034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;a href="http://lizacastronuevo.blogspot.com/"&gt;Liza&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lizacastronuevo.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j46/lizalloyd/SP_DinnerParty_RedPapercopy.gif" border="0" width="300" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;a href="http://jeanujean.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jean&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i488.photobucket.com/albums/rr242/JEANUJEAN/xmasgift-1.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thank you my dar-links. God bless you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up early and went to &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*secret*&lt;/span&gt; alone. Ahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1:00 PM&lt;/span&gt;, went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TriNoma&lt;/span&gt;. I met with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JP&lt;/span&gt;. Yey! Matagal tagal na din kaming hindi nagkita! We planned to watch any Metro Manila Film Fest entry but the line was way too long!! Grabe. Haha. So we went to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; SM North&lt;/span&gt; to check if ever we have a chance of watching any movie. But heck, what could we expect. Longer line! Hahaha. It's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SM&lt;/span&gt;. Everybody goes there. Haha. So we went to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; The Block&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wham! Burgers!&lt;/span&gt; Our faveee. Yey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SYR7jZHQkTI/AAAAAAAAALE/FeCEHN-hNMk/s1600-h/26122008008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 195px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SYR7jZHQkTI/AAAAAAAAALE/FeCEHN-hNMk/s320/26122008008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297494909661516082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabe ang lakas ko. Naka tatlong fork kami. Kasi naputol ko lagi. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wag na nga di ko na to puputulin! Ayoko na bumalik ka sa counter may crush sayo yung crew!&lt;/span&gt;" Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;Haha. After that, we again checked the Cinemas. It's just 1 day after the opening of the MMFF and no doubt the Cinemas were full packed. So we decided to walk our way to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TriNoma&lt;/span&gt; again. SM-TriNoma-SM-TriNoma. The lines were the same. Because of frustration.. we decided to stay at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Starbucks&lt;/span&gt;. Ahaha. Did we ever thought of this or what? Almost every SC Outlets from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TriNoma&lt;/span&gt; were also jammed with people. It's holidays, Jeah! Of course it's natural. Haha! It's hopeless. We looked for a cab and went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Starbucks Tomas Morato&lt;/span&gt;. Hahaha! Because.. we know that that place will never run out of silence. Haha! Order order. We were having second thought on availing the planner e. Kasi we already had one. But what the fuss, we did avail for it again.. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kaya pa yan.. manalig tayo manalig tayo hahaha! kung kakayanin edi dalawa&lt;/span&gt;!!". Haha! january 6 na kasi ang deadline. Oh noes! HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonding time! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daddy&lt;/span&gt; called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daddy&lt;/span&gt;: Asan ka?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeah&lt;/span&gt;: SC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daddy&lt;/span&gt;: TriNoma?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeah&lt;/span&gt;: Tomas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daddy&lt;/span&gt;: I thought you were at TriNoma?&lt;br /&gt;*Wiess in the background*: kasama niya si Jayp! Tara na Daaaad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daddy&lt;/span&gt;: And why are you with JP?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeah&lt;/span&gt;: Bakit what's wrong? Ang daming tao dun e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daddy&lt;/span&gt;: Nothing. Don't go home late. Okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeah&lt;/span&gt;: Sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daddy&lt;/span&gt;: Pahatid kay JP ah. Punta kaming Galleria ni Shobe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeah&lt;/span&gt;: Why? Sama!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daddy&lt;/span&gt;: Diyan na lang kayo. Gagabihin kami&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeah&lt;/span&gt;: Ah osige&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daddy&lt;/span&gt;: I love you Atchie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeah&lt;/span&gt;: Sige babay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daddy&lt;/span&gt;: Say I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeah&lt;/span&gt;: I love you JP..hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daddy&lt;/span&gt;: What?&lt;br /&gt;Jeah: I love you Daddy. Ingat po!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Tawanan lang e.  Exchanging of gifts! I bought him a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Human &lt;/span&gt;Polo Shirt and he bought me a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Perfect White Shirt&lt;/span&gt;, Little Miss Espresso. Adik daw kasi ako sa kape. True enough! Haha! I was surprised. And I appreciate it a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SYR7jmzZlWI/AAAAAAAAALM/xgfmUqTirgg/s1600-h/26122008016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SYR7jmzZlWI/AAAAAAAAALM/xgfmUqTirgg/s320/26122008016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297494913336317282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SYR7juiXYEI/AAAAAAAAALU/KaP0Sfiqc5M/s1600-h/26122008021.jpg"&gt;  &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 179px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SYR7juiXYEI/AAAAAAAAALU/KaP0Sfiqc5M/s320/26122008021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297494915412353090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Around &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7PM&lt;/span&gt;, we are still keeping our hopes up! Hahaha. We still went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TriNoma&lt;/span&gt; and checked for the Cinemas. As expected, it was full already. Ahaha! So no choice. Tambay tambay na lang. We were to lazy to play at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Timezone&lt;/span&gt; e. Haha! So yun.. we decided to watch it next time na lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home.&lt;br /&gt;Y!M Status: "Little Miss Espresso. Happy Human :)"&lt;br /&gt;So yeah I had fun. I loved God more and more as He continues to bless us both everyday! I hope you had a elated Christmas too! :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SYR7jmzZlWI/AAAAAAAAALM/xgfmUqTirgg/s1600-h/26122008016.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&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/1183602674771354187-4050271540409401256?l=jeahlabyeshua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeahlabyeshua.blogspot.com/feeds/4050271540409401256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1183602674771354187&amp;postID=4050271540409401256&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1183602674771354187/posts/default/4050271540409401256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1183602674771354187/posts/default/4050271540409401256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeahlabyeshua.blogspot.com/2008/12/exchange-gifts.html' title='Exchange Gifts'/><author><name>Jeah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09297568703198514552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SUgUjgeU2xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KHDv-HyrJ10/S220/ssdfsdf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SYR0VVE_OAI/AAAAAAAAAK8/1UTIUSSxoCI/s72-c/happyholidaysdudes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1183602674771354187.post-5517570850963371753</id><published>2008-12-25T22:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T02:52:57.994+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gift of Salvation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evangelism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christ-likeness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Youth Alive Ministry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Share Jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unconditional Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Corban Wheels Ministry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Word of Hope Church'/><title type='text'>What Makes Christmas Special?</title><content type='html'>Whew! Finished raving the Christmas eve events.. and now, Christmas day! Yay! Still at&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Jorben Compound&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Batasan Hills&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..I was awakened by loud singers from the neighborhood. What time? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10:00&lt;/span&gt; something in the morning. Boohoo. Puyat! Ahahaha! But it was worth it waking up and having the chance to read those replies from your friends and loved ones..especially those church mates of mine from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Youth Alive Ministry&lt;/span&gt;. They're one heck of funny &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kuya&lt;/span&gt;s and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ate&lt;/span&gt;s and of course those who are younger than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeah&lt;/span&gt;: "&lt;span&gt;Kuya Jem! Kuya Jem! Matagal ko nang gusto 'to sabihin sa'yo kaso.. baka lumaki ulo mo. E since Birthday ni Jesus magpakatotoo na tayo. Malaki talaga ulo mo. At isa kang malaking blessing sa aming mga kabataan..You're a great leader and a minister as well. My God shower you with more blessings kaso sana lang 'wag kang mauntog! Kasi pag nauntog ka....YOU DESERVE IT! Hahahaha! I love you Kuya, Merry Christmas to you and your family! ;)&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KuyaJem&lt;/span&gt;: "Uy, Jeah... kasama mo ba si Janz? Wala kasi dito e.. sainyo ba nag pasko yun? di nagpapaalam.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeah&lt;/span&gt;: "Ay.. di po e."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kuya Jem&lt;/span&gt;: "&lt;span&gt;Woo tampo na.. hahahahaha! Joke lang yun! Merry Christmas din di mo lang alam qualified ka na maging leader though malay natin hindi pa ito ang God's time.. May God use you not only efficiently but effectively. Okay parang pareho lang yun! Sige luvu Jeah! Si Janz ba wala talaga sainyo? hahahaaha! God bless!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeah&lt;/span&gt;: "Kuya Andoy! Andoy Briano Ragualio! :))) Hahaha. Kuya Andy Brian Ragual, kita mo naman kahit Smart ka nagpPM ako sa'yo. Matuwa ka naman. Regalo ko ha? Hahaha. E since special kid ka, tinetext kita ngayon. Haha. Merry Merry Christmas Kuya! Kahit lagi kita sinsapak at binabara Kuya ka padin. Hehe. Leader ka at staff lang ako. Daya! Haha joke! Basta sorry alam ko minsan super kulit ko di mo na ako masaway. Haha. Kasi, pikon ka. HAHAHA! Regards kay Allen ah. Bless you all! Love you Kuya Andoy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kuya Andy&lt;/span&gt;: "Hoy JEAHNG MAMA! Wag ka nang magabala nag regalo ka pa.. kaw talaga! Kahit wag na.. (iabot mo sakin sa mamaya ha?) Hahaha! Merry Christmas din sainyo..God is still molding you to lead and I'm blessed kasi sa age mong yan you can lead people to Him.. continue to be a blessing. MAMA!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, babaw? I got up, prayed and thank God for everything then suddenly I heard footsteps. Tiny ones. Woooo! my favorite cousin, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kyle&lt;/span&gt; rushed to the door wearing a cute smile and hugged me.. His father is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lebanese&lt;/span&gt; while her mom is my&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Daddy&lt;/span&gt;'s sister. I gave him the ampao greeting him &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Merry Christmas&lt;/span&gt;. He is such a sweet kiddo. I freshened up then went downstairs (the coolest thing in my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dad&lt;/span&gt;'s house is that he designed/built it together with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tito Boyette &lt;/span&gt;his brother, also an architect, with so many bathrooms. Woo!) I forgot to brush my teeth but I am actually holding my toothbrush, so I went through another bathroom and there.. done brushing! Signs of aging, tsk! Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't actually believe it but it's true, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tito Boyette&lt;/span&gt; is sleeping with a PSP on his chest. Hahaha. That made me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;-ing. Haha! I woke him up by a kiss and greeted him a sweet &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Merry Christmas.&lt;/span&gt;. I found out that he was just napping. Of course, older people get up early, right? "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gumanda ka lalo! Haha.. musta si JP? Hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;" -&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tito Boyette&lt;/span&gt;. Loko yon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonded with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tito Esau&lt;/span&gt;, who just recently recovered from an operation. His appendix just went out from his system. Coooool! And and some of my cousins like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carl&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Kyle&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kim&lt;/span&gt; was not there but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tita Mae&lt;/span&gt; is present. And since &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tita Mae &lt;/span&gt;knows almost every kid in the compound, she enlisted everyone and prepared an ampao for each of them containing P50.00 na malutong! Haha! Almost &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;50 kiddos&lt;/span&gt; received an ampao from&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Daddy&lt;/span&gt;. Haha. And yeah, they call&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Daddy&lt;/span&gt; as "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daddy B&lt;/span&gt;" and if only my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mommy&lt;/span&gt; is here, she will be called as "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mommy Eps&lt;/span&gt;" 'cause her nickname is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eppie&lt;/span&gt;. My cousins, friends who are really close to us call them as such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate their Noche Buena as my brunch. Breakfast and lunch at the same time. Talked about the Word of the Lord.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Tito Boyette&lt;/span&gt;, like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dad&lt;/span&gt;, is forcing me to be involved in a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Leadership Training for Discipleship&lt;/span&gt;. I think I really need it. It will help me a lot especially when I minister to the youth. Discipleship Training is a lot different from Worship and Church involvements they suggest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DVD&lt;/span&gt;s!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tito Esau&lt;/span&gt; recommended this one from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nicole Kidman&lt;/span&gt;. It's funny, though some of the scenes are kind of explicit but it's part of the movie. Haha! Stupid swindlers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..after which I started looking for a great movie from the pack of DVDs there.. I played a Samurai/Chinese/Flying Fighting girls movie and found out that there's no available subtitles. Ahaha. My Titos are so good in making people laugh! They made up their own stories by dubbing some scenes in the movie. Haha. Kulet! And that made me remember that yesternight while waiting for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daddy&lt;/span&gt;, we watched this very funny video from YouTube, "Visaya version-Harry Potter"HAHA! I finally got the chance to watch &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hillary Swank&lt;/span&gt;'s&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Freedom Writers&lt;/span&gt;! I cried. Watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SVslu6xMahI/AAAAAAAAADw/CXgtltwwEAo/s1600-h/birthday_girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SVslu6xMahI/AAAAAAAAADw/CXgtltwwEAo/s320/birthday_girl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285860075629210130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SVslvF96i-I/AAAAAAAAAD4/5Pem4cUqJg4/s1600-h/freedom-writers-poster-0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SVslvF96i-I/AAAAAAAAAD4/5Pem4cUqJg4/s320/freedom-writers-poster-0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285860078635355106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My 5 days unlimited just expired. Haha! Eat lots'a foods and bonded with them.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kyle&lt;/span&gt; has his own cellphone and the funny thing is he can really send messages and call any one! *fast forward here* before we actually leave the place, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kuya Ton&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tita Bevs&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Darlene&lt;/span&gt; came.. Wee, my cute niece. Too bad we're about to leave that time. Home. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kuya Beso&lt;/span&gt;'s home, alone. Daddy showered and left for an appointment. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shobe &lt;/span&gt;and I also took a bath, then left for church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5:30 PM&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Candle Light Service &lt;/span&gt;at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Word of Hope Church&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The preaching was entitled "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What Makes Christmas Special?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;--and hey! It's the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;promise of eternal life&lt;/span&gt; when Jesus was born to save our sins! Think about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lighting of the candles. It was the coolest part. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pastor Dave&lt;/span&gt; explained that we do this every Christmas to be reminded that God left us with a very big responsibility. That is, despite turmoils and chaos, to be the light of the world. He entrusted to us a mission to be fulfilled: to remain Holy despite impurities.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;for we know Jesus, the son of God is living in us and we must reflect His light to others especially the lost&lt;/span&gt;. The ambiance was nice when the lights went off and all you could see are lighted candles. We sang Light of the World and Amazing Love (where I found myself crying) and afterward, the service ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SVspormTKII/AAAAAAAAAEg/4g_zizaIw-s/s1600-h/DSC09767.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 211px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SVspormTKII/AAAAAAAAAEg/4g_zizaIw-s/s320/DSC09767.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285864366524278914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SVspcHztBYI/AAAAAAAAAEI/nW7RYGacrSM/s1600-h/DSC09767+%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 210px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SVspcHztBYI/AAAAAAAAAEI/nW7RYGacrSM/s320/DSC09767+%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285864150758393218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SVspcMOv4dI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/SxnK2Cqdh4U/s1600-h/DSC09767+%285%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 210px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SVspcMOv4dI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/SxnK2Cqdh4U/s320/DSC09767+%285%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285864151945568722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SVspcJltJPI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ng87B2KU9ZM/s1600-h/DSC09767+%283%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 210px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SVspcJltJPI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ng87B2KU9ZM/s320/DSC09767+%283%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285864151236551922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We greeted every &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Corban Wheels Ministry&lt;/span&gt; Members and almost everyone we know from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Youth Alive Ministry&lt;/span&gt;. Woo! Haha! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jed&lt;/span&gt; gave us his gifts from Blue Magic. Thanks, Jed-dy Bear! Haha! We love you! Laugh trip until we left the Church. Haha. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kuya Jem&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kuya Otet&lt;/span&gt; harassed me!  It started when I called him and shouted "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HOY! BONAK!&lt;/span&gt;" (okay decode that "bonak" thing. Haha!) Dahhh. Scratches from nails were all around my arms. Grabe. Kiniliti nila ako hanggang maglupasay ako sa sahig. Hahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kuya Otet&lt;/span&gt;: *locking my arms* Ano papalag ka pa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeah&lt;/span&gt;: RAAAAAPPPPEEEE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kuya Otet&lt;/span&gt;: *released my arms* Mandiri ka nga!&lt;br /&gt;Everyone laughed so hard.. Aw, bid goodbye to them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Circle-C&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shobe&lt;/span&gt; wants to check out if she can buy something there. I saw &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jemimah&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Glendale&lt;/span&gt; and greeted her as well. Home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UNCOLDITIONAL LOVE from above made my Christmas so special&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/1183602674771354187-5517570850963371753?l=jeahlabyeshua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeahlabyeshua.blogspot.com/feeds/5517570850963371753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1183602674771354187&amp;postID=5517570850963371753&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1183602674771354187/posts/default/5517570850963371753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1183602674771354187/posts/default/5517570850963371753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeahlabyeshua.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-makes-christmas-special.html' title='What Makes Christmas Special?'/><author><name>Jeah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09297568703198514552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SUgUjgeU2xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KHDv-HyrJ10/S220/ssdfsdf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SVslu6xMahI/AAAAAAAAADw/CXgtltwwEAo/s72-c/birthday_girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1183602674771354187.post-1058420852246308321</id><published>2008-12-24T12:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T18:11:00.109+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relatives'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Man&apos;s Downfall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Literary Works'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Share Jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blessed Jeahpee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reunion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christianity'/><title type='text'>Oh come let us adore Him!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JESUS is better than Santa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-Unknown&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Santa&lt;/span&gt; lives at the North Pole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JESUS is everywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Santa&lt;/span&gt; rides in a sleigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JESUS is on the wind and walks on the water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Santa &lt;/span&gt;comes but once a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JESUS is an ever present help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Santa&lt;/span&gt; fills your stockings with goodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JESUS supplies your needs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Santa&lt;/span&gt; comes down your chimney uninvited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JESUS stands at your door and knocks...and then enters your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to stand in line to see &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Santa&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JESUS is as close as the mention of His name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Santa&lt;/span&gt; lets you sit on his lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JESUS lets you rest in His arms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Santa&lt;/span&gt; doesn't know your name, all he can say is " hi little boy or girl, whats your name?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JESUS knew all names before we did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only does He know our name, He knows our address too.&lt;br /&gt;He knows our history and future and He even knows how many hairs are on heads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Santa&lt;/span&gt; has a belly like a bowl full of jelly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JESUS has a heart full of love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Santa&lt;/span&gt; can offer is HO HO HO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JESUS offers health, help and hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Santa&lt;/span&gt; says "You better not cry".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JESUS says "Cast all your cares, son".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I got it from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RonRon&lt;/span&gt;'s&lt;a href="http://ronroxx.multiply.com/journal/item/5/Jesus_PWNs_Santa_P"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Multiply&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this can't be a big deal for I am aware that everyone knows, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Santa Clause&lt;/span&gt; is just a fictitious character made for Children and being popularized by the most wonderful time of the year, the Christmas season. People is just used to connecting &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Santa Clause&lt;/span&gt; to Christmas. Period. Nothing real. All fantasy. Yes that is true. But if you may ask me, then what's the sense of putting this literary work here? For my own perception, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Santa Clause&lt;/span&gt; here in the poem is just a mere representation of what was really going on in this world. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Santa Clause&lt;/span&gt; and everything about him, in the poem represents the hidden desires of the world. We all know it -- fame, money, position, fortune, and such! This poem simply tells us that because of the world's uncontentious and greedy attitude, the world tend to forgot who to call on to.. We forgot to whom we should start our day with. We forgot the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One &lt;/span&gt;who really cares for us and the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One&lt;/span&gt; who loved and will still continue to love us against all odds.. despite all iniquities .. all we know is that we are people who doesn't find content in what we already have.. We always ask for more. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Santa Clause&lt;/span&gt; represents every desires of our hearts that we thought we can really be satisfied of. But as we can understand in the poem, true satisfaction can only be found in Jesus.. for He is real, everlasting, and eternal. Money, fortune and fame is undoubtedly temporary things, and may be that can be a representation of fiction where &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Santa Clause&lt;/span&gt; is involved. But Jesus is forever.. This poem is simply telling us that we should never forget the reason why we celebrate this wonderful time. It's a representation that can make us realize that no matter what happens, whatever seasons we are celebrating of, despite the deceitful attractions of the world, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;we should love God above all&lt;/span&gt;.. Indeed, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jesus is better than Santa *slash* the world&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;--&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;xv&lt;/span&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daddy&lt;/span&gt; is still with his business friends (until now and it's past midnight), we still cannot go to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jorben Compound&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Batasan Hills&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daddy&lt;/span&gt;'s original Residence with some of our relatives from the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; La Guardia &lt;/span&gt;Clan. But that didn't made me miserable, oh why! There are gazillion amazing reasons to joyfully celebrate Jesus' birthday! Haha! So what really happened is this .. as we were waiting for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daddy&lt;/span&gt; to come home, our relatives from the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pascual &lt;/span&gt;Clan came and we ate Noche Buena with them. Praise God, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kuya Beso&lt;/span&gt; is home this holidays and that's a great gift from above. Bonding with (cousins) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kuya Mark&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mae&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tito Pim&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tita Pie&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carwash boys&lt;/span&gt;, (helpers)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Ate Marj&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ate Marj&lt;/span&gt;'s daughter &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sidney&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Ate Jo&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ate Jo&lt;/span&gt;'s son  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wiwi &lt;/span&gt;and baby &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joshua&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ate Rhea&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ate Michelle&lt;/span&gt; and.. uh? That's it.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Kuya Noel &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tita Lynette&lt;/span&gt; went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Davao&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tita Lynette&lt;/span&gt;'s hometown) before Christmas vacation started and they will come before the end of holidays. Kaya puro past and present kasambahay sa bahay ang kasama namin. Haha, but it was fun. We ate at the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Canteen&lt;/span&gt; and played music from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kuya Mark&lt;/span&gt;'s Laptop. Hahaha! Because the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FAB FIVE&lt;/span&gt; got reunited, what will happen? Yup, the most anticipated reunion of the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FAB FIVE&lt;/span&gt; created lots of laughter, of course! We reminisced our favorite "loser" soundtracks way our 12-13 years old bonding moments.  And to tell you the truth I still memorize the song *sings* "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm sorry mama.. I never meant to make you cry but tonight I'm cleaning up my closet&lt;/span&gt;" from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eminem&lt;/span&gt;. Haha! Watched funny videos at YouTube and received many Ampaos (The chinese term for red envelopes containing cash as Christmas gift, correct me if I'm wrong please.) from our Uncles and Aunts. Wooo! God is great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about past &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1:00&lt;/span&gt; in the morning, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kuya Mark&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mae&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tita Pie&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tito Pim&lt;/span&gt; left the house and went home.. The whole &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Project 6&lt;/span&gt; is silent. And that's a sign that almost everyone still has the urgency to celebrate this season solemnly. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kuya Beso&lt;/span&gt; left afterwards because he will meet up withsome of his High School friends. As for me, I was talking to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JP&lt;/span&gt; on the phone.. trying to pour some sentiments out. Yes I know, that is so odd considering the fact that it's Christmas. Haha. But if I know it's the time to talk it over, I need to do it. Unfortunately we didn't had the chance to talk everything out. I don't know what happened but it never turned out to be as pleasant that it should.. I never expected that he doesn't have the initiative to talk things out and stop the occurrences. Well, maybe because it's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3:00&lt;/span&gt; in the morning and his sleepy head is looking for some soft bed to sleep on.. And yah, I don't need to tell what exactly happened. Things just got so complicated and we started crying out. But honestly it's just a mere evidence of disappointment in my part for I never expected that when someone disses me, he would take the "someone's" side. IT MADE ME SO SAD. Though I really really want to tell him how sorry I am for acting like that, I bet he knew. We ended up with a deal to open everything to each other next time. I agreed. Though my eyes are too saggy, my face is too red because of crying, I never regretted anything. God has plans, it's up to Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4:00&lt;/span&gt; in the morning &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daddy&lt;/span&gt; came. Whew! At last. Hahaha! After some minutes, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kuya Beso&lt;/span&gt; came with some companions: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jolo Rivera&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vic Domingo&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Ate Mayrick&lt;/span&gt; (Kuya's girlfriend) and etc. etc. Because we didn't had the opportunity to go shop our cousins from the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;La Guardias&lt;/span&gt; some gifts, we just prepared Ampaos for them. Loads of Ampaos. Our cousins, nieces and nephews from the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;La Guardias&lt;/span&gt; are so enormous and since &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daddy&lt;/span&gt; is the eldest, we are the eldest grand Children also. We always do this every Christmas, act like Santa Clause and give away Ampaos to the little children who knows my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dad&lt;/span&gt; in the compound. Even if they are closely related or no relations at all! Share your blessings, right? We left the house with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kuya Beso&lt;/span&gt; and his company. He did not come with us at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Batasan Hills&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jorben Compound&lt;/span&gt;. It was way back &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;March&lt;/span&gt; since we last visited &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daddy&lt;/span&gt;'s house. Haha. Nothing's really new except for the fact that the compound still doesn't have road lights inside. Woo. Haha! House. The living room changed a lot, sumikip! And then one room was added again. The hous is still big, and our relatives are still sleeping. Hahahahaha! Of course! Went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daddy&lt;/span&gt;'s room. Aba! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carl&lt;/span&gt; is sleeping inside?! Haha! Before actually going to sleep, we, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shobe&lt;/span&gt; and I munched over Red Ribbon's Caramel Cake. Yummmmmy! Replied to those sweet personal messages from my inbox containing countless Seasons Greetings.. and tried to sleep at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5:30&lt;/span&gt; in the morning. Haha. Brrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignore the date and time.&lt;br /&gt;I really made this post on Dec. 24, and edited it today, (Dec. 25).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/1183602674771354187-1058420852246308321?l=jeahlabyeshua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeahlabyeshua.blogspot.com/feeds/1058420852246308321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1183602674771354187&amp;postID=1058420852246308321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1183602674771354187/posts/default/1058420852246308321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1183602674771354187/posts/default/1058420852246308321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeahlabyeshua.blogspot.com/2008/12/oh-come-let-us-adore-him.html' title='Oh come let us adore Him!'/><author><name>Jeah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09297568703198514552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SUgUjgeU2xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KHDv-HyrJ10/S220/ssdfsdf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1183602674771354187.post-3936518445488527048</id><published>2008-12-23T12:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T11:17:05.330+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gift of Salvation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christ-likeness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Share Jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soul Winning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unconditional Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christianity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Verses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Contagious Christian'/><title type='text'>The Greatest Gift</title><content type='html'>Christmas is in the air, guys! Are you ready to have fun? Here's my greeting for everyone. I edited this picture of Jesus Christ, taking up His cross and laying His whole life for us. You can grab it or upload it to your blogs if you want, but I guess you all prefer to have those "chocolate-coated greetings", and I can't help but wonder why.. I made this not just to be unique but also to tell you what Christmas really means to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SVBzxaCrLmI/AAAAAAAAABI/TuhKDX2REDk/s1600-h/JesusEdited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SVBzxaCrLmI/AAAAAAAAABI/TuhKDX2REDk/s400/JesusEdited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282849655546916450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="en-NIV-23166" class="sup"&gt;As &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Matthew 1:21&lt;/span&gt; says..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"She will give birth to a son, and you are to give him the name &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jesus&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;because he will save his people from their sins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You might be saying right now, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes, we know it's Jesus Christ's Birthday.. and then?&lt;/span&gt;" And then this.. It's Jesus' birth month and we shouldn't be celebrating it in a wrong way. Well, I may sound like a mother to you right now, it doesn't matter. I know my message can be helpful by any means. It really disappoints me that some of us knows only how to have fun but doesn't really know what's the essence of Christmas. And much more disappointing is this, some of us knows the true essence of Christmas, but chooses to keep it to ourselves. Yes, there's no wrong in having fun, in fact that's what we have to do -- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;celebrate&lt;/span&gt;. But how about those people who cannot celebrate the way that we can? They need love. This season of giving, we should share Jesus to other people. To the less unfortunates, with mediocre lives. Even to those who are rich, "in-clover" people but doesn't have the love and joy in their hearts. Jesus is our Savior.. and knowing that He is, it symbolizes that God will never leave us nor forsake us..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="en-NIV-23167" class="sup"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Matthew 1: 22&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;23&lt;/span&gt;  says..&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All this took place to fulfill what the Lord had said through the prophet: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" id="en-NIV-23168" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"The virgin will be with child and will give birth to a son, and they will call him "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Immanuel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"—which means, "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God with us.&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus is God's gift to us. It reminds us that even though this world can be so evil most of the time, He still loved us despite all things. It is the gift of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Salvation&lt;/span&gt;. The Gift of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eternal Life&lt;/span&gt;. The Gift of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;True Love&lt;/span&gt;, and well I surmise that that's the greatest gift we can ever receive, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;John 15:13&lt;/span&gt;  says..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Greater love has no one than this, that he lay down his life for his friends."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I do believe that there's no greater love than that. And this Christmas let us give all the glory to God who gave His son for the redemption of the world. Don't spend your time &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"party-ing" &lt;/span&gt;and doing things that belongs to the world. Have fun but at the same time, please God. (He is the reason for our celebrations in the first place) That's the greatest gift we can ever give to Him -- our own life also. We don't need to do the same thing (Crucifixion) of course, but living a life that glorifies Him is pleasing and I think, we should start right away. Share Jesus, especially to your loved ones and those you really care about. That's all and have a joyous Christmas guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I short cut niyo na lahat, 'wag lang ang word na Christmas. Don't put it as "X-Mas". It's the name of our Lord. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.P.S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a good picture of God's Greatest Gift, I hope you learn something from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SVCEH0l6IrI/AAAAAAAAABY/Uei55hhD1LE/s1600-h/MerryChristmas%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 259px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SVCEH0l6IrI/AAAAAAAAABY/Uei55hhD1LE/s400/MerryChristmas%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282867632817185458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Birthday, Jesus Christ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.P.P.S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any way, Jesus is alive. I just want to remind you about the sacrifice that He did. And that is the meaning of Christmas! Love y'all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/1183602674771354187-3936518445488527048?l=jeahlabyeshua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeahlabyeshua.blogspot.com/feeds/3936518445488527048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1183602674771354187&amp;postID=3936518445488527048&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1183602674771354187/posts/default/3936518445488527048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1183602674771354187/posts/default/3936518445488527048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeahlabyeshua.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-all-about-him.html' title='The Greatest Gift'/><author><name>Jeah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09297568703198514552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SUgUjgeU2xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KHDv-HyrJ10/S220/ssdfsdf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SVBzxaCrLmI/AAAAAAAAABI/TuhKDX2REDk/s72-c/JesusEdited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1183602674771354187.post-1848254766856495645</id><published>2008-12-20T23:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T01:16:38.786+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Worship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ministry-Corban Wheels Presentation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christ-likeness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Youth Alive Ministry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Revival'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Corban Wheels Ministry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pastor Marvin Roberts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christianity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Verses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Word of Hope Church'/><title type='text'>Wise Men Knows How to Serve</title><content type='html'>Picture post. Haha! I'm so blessed! As always..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..At 1:00 in the afternoon, my Sister and I went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SM North&lt;/span&gt; first before going to Church to buy our gifts for the crash Christmas Party of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Corban Wheels Ministry&lt;/span&gt;. Haha. Yeah it was well planned but the original date is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;December 21&lt;/span&gt;. Obviously, the date has been moved and it was announced when? Just yesterday! Haha. So as I was saying, 'twas a crash party. We also bought additional foods for the gang. We would like to know that we appreciate them and it will be a great gift for everyone, plus the fact that we belong to the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Staff Committee&lt;/span&gt;. It's Christmas anyway! Hee-hee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Word of Hope Church&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3:00PM&lt;/span&gt; (Yes, we are late. Ahaha!). And they are actually starting to have their games. We missed the first part. It was held at the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Youth Alive Studio&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4th floor&lt;/span&gt; of the building. The place was fascinatingly decorated by other &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Corban Wheels Members&lt;/span&gt;. It was a lot of fun. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Janz&lt;/span&gt; became&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Pappy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ate Jhiks&lt;/span&gt; imitated &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pokwang. &lt;/span&gt;Haha! Even our two&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Atchie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ate Angel&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ate Irish&lt;/span&gt;) imitated the dancers from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wowowee&lt;/span&gt; Noon Time Show. Haha! I can't help but laugh for they can all be good comedians someday! Of course, cool Christian Music are playing on the background. We played, "Hep-Hep-Horray Game" with different levels of difficulties. Thanks to our head dancer, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kuya Renz&lt;/span&gt;. Ahaha. We also played "Piso-Piso-Salapi Game". The instructions are simple. When they say "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;piso&lt;/span&gt;", you sway your hips forward, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;salapi&lt;/span&gt;", sway your hips backward, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dyes&lt;/span&gt;", sway your hips to the left, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bentesinko&lt;/span&gt;", sway your hips to the right. It was totally fun watching them. All the laughing and such made my stomach ache. Haha! We also played a group game and I don't know the name of the game. This one really made me crack up, the program made by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;April&lt;/span&gt; states.. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3:00PM - Introduction of Food&lt;/span&gt;". HAHAHAHA! Grabe introduction ng pagkain? Kulit e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The program was fun. Eat. Laugh. Laugh. Laugh. And lot's of laughing activities. Hahahaha! Exchanging of gifts. I received a pillow, a bracelet and and ID Strap from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joan&lt;/span&gt;. Thank you! Kulitan sobra. I really hope you guys are part of our cool ministry. *prays*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the Chirstmas Party, we waited until &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7:oo PM&lt;/span&gt; - the start of the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Simbang Gabi Service&lt;/span&gt;. Sayaw parin kami nila &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kuya Renz&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Michael&lt;/span&gt; e. Haha. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kuya Bob &lt;/span&gt;came and told us about his.. yeeee! Kilig! Hahaha. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Corban' Wheels Ministry&lt;/span&gt; bonding time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SW4NxpWUifI/AAAAAAAAAGs/NO9AwLBOz1M/s1600-h/1_239124108l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 210px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SW4NxpWUifI/AAAAAAAAAGs/NO9AwLBOz1M/s320/1_239124108l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291181758771137010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SW4OXir-6LI/AAAAAAAAAHU/d5TsBsm2ass/s1600-h/1_505288569l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 210px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SW4OXir-6LI/AAAAAAAAAHU/d5TsBsm2ass/s320/1_505288569l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291182409817974962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SW4NyFjKwQI/AAAAAAAAAG8/_Du8h1k0wLE/s1600-h/1_445469291l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 210px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SW4NyFjKwQI/AAAAAAAAAG8/_Du8h1k0wLE/s320/1_445469291l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291181766341214466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SW4Nx_1GGJI/AAAAAAAAAG0/91ojlG0Mzuc/s1600-h/1_342088883l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 210px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SW4Nx_1GGJI/AAAAAAAAAG0/91ojlG0Mzuc/s320/1_342088883l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291181764805793938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kuya Emil&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Word of Hope&lt;/span&gt;'s guitarist and Architect. Also a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Youth Alive Ministry&lt;/span&gt;'s Core Leader! Yeeeeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SW4OX8GhBJI/AAAAAAAAAHk/i6I7tZI5UPY/s1600-h/1_252811239l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 210px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SW4OX8GhBJI/AAAAAAAAAHk/i6I7tZI5UPY/s320/1_252811239l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291182416640148626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SW4OXleiDVI/AAAAAAAAAHc/AB_ORqBNmts/s1600-h/1_238720288l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 210px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SW4OXleiDVI/AAAAAAAAAHc/AB_ORqBNmts/s320/1_238720288l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291182410566864210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And before going up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Atchie and Shobe&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Michael and Wiess&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Kampanerang Bella Swan" Trip ni Kuya Renz. Nilagay niya unan sa likod ko. Loko!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Katreen, Janz, Kuya Renz, "Michael and Kampanerang Bella Swan". Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SW4PQ8QfVRI/AAAAAAAAAH8/O8EBIaU8k7M/s1600-h/1_695852984l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 290px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SW4PQ8QfVRI/AAAAAAAAAH8/O8EBIaU8k7M/s320/1_695852984l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291183395934524690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SW4PRHGuVOI/AAAAAAAAAIE/8Ggif6I2ixk/s1600-h/1_626155806l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 290px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SW4PRHGuVOI/AAAAAAAAAIE/8Ggif6I2ixk/s320/1_626155806l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291183398846354658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SW4OYNB1WWI/AAAAAAAAAHs/5TD5rEbSNPo/s1600-h/1_151443258l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 210px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SW4OYNB1WWI/AAAAAAAAAHs/5TD5rEbSNPo/s320/1_151443258l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291182421183912290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SW4PQ8-iPAI/AAAAAAAAAH0/TjnWVA1tJD0/s1600-h/1_434010499l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 210px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SW4PQ8-iPAI/AAAAAAAAAH0/TjnWVA1tJD0/s320/1_434010499l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291183396127652866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Old Building&lt;/span&gt;. Before the service starts, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tatay Marvs&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pastor Marvin&lt;/span&gt;) joined us. He's one of the coolest pastors ever! Aapiran ko dapat siya.. But he said, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oops! Di puede, pag nagdikit kamay natin, issue na kaagad yan!&lt;/span&gt;" Hahaha. Some Christians are "Issue Makers", he said. Hahaha. But it's true! Don't you think? Hmm.. Any way, here's the best part. Ang kulit ni &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tatay&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;New Look! Faith Building&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Youth Alive Peeps!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;With Tatay Marvin&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sobrang nakakatawaaaaaaa! HAHAHAHAHA. Okay. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SW4S4MghKCI/AAAAAAAAAIk/SuhjQjaClN0/s1600-h/1_686297926l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 210px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SW4S4MghKCI/AAAAAAAAAIk/SuhjQjaClN0/s320/1_686297926l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291187368846501922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SW4S3dVnwkI/AAAAAAAAAIM/52aiFZnbRvA/s1600-h/1_602321723l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 210px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SW4S3dVnwkI/AAAAAAAAAIM/52aiFZnbRvA/s320/1_602321723l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291187356184330818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SW4S3oiiYAI/AAAAAAAAAIU/3ARewReV7tM/s1600-h/1_589157525l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 210px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SW4S3oiiYAI/AAAAAAAAAIU/3ARewReV7tM/s320/1_589157525l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291187359191293954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SW4S4FW2RUI/AAAAAAAAAIc/BQQp_3djm20/s1600-h/1_603307149l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 210px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SW4S4FW2RUI/AAAAAAAAAIc/BQQp_3djm20/s320/1_603307149l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291187366926894402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay enough. Back to business, serious business. Annual &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Simbang Gabi Services&lt;/span&gt; are being attended by everyone but since it is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;, the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Youth Alive Ministry &lt;/span&gt;spearheaded it. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pastor Marvin&lt;/span&gt; preached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"The Three Wise Men on Christmas"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Passage: Matthew 2: 1-12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did the three wise men connected the stars to Christ?&lt;br /&gt;There was a prophecy in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Numbers 24:17&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I see Him, but not now; I behold Him, but not near; A Star shall come out of Jacob; A Scepter shall rise our of Israel, And batter the brow of Moab, And destroy all sons of tumult.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Core Verse from the passage: "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We have come to worship Him..&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point 1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WISE MEN SEEK JESUS CHRIST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Are you a man/woman who seeks Jesus? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hindi baduy si Jesus, guys&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;- The proof of the desire for Jesus is in the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pursuit&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;- If you really really desire to seek Jesus, SHOW SOME EFFORT! Give your best. Your all. your everything. Don't settle for anything less. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Be involved&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point 2.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; WISE MEN SERVE HIM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;People who wants to serve Jesus doesn't need to be forced&lt;/span&gt;. (True!)&lt;br /&gt;-They will voluntarily do something just to give God the glory.&lt;br /&gt;-Knows that the time that we use for serving Him is always worth it.&lt;br /&gt;-Wise men started/wanted to serve Him though He was still a baby back then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point 3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WISE MEN WORSHIP HIM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The 3 precious gifts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gold&lt;/span&gt; - Spoke of Piety&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Frankincense&lt;/span&gt; - Spoke of Humanity&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Myrrh&lt;/span&gt; - Spoke of Burial/ Surrender&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;You prove your love by your GIVING. When you love God, give everything! If Jesus is really dwelling inside of you, you will &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SEEK&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SERVE&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WORSHIP&lt;/span&gt; Him despite all odds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Altar Call&lt;/span&gt;. I crieeeed. Praying that may He speak to those Christians na hanggang salita lang. That disappoints me. Any way &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ayick&lt;/span&gt;, one of the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paowderr Boys&lt;/span&gt; and his girlfriend&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Janine&lt;/span&gt;, a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Senior HS Rocesian&lt;/span&gt; attended the Service!! Yeah! I am so blessed to see them! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dess&lt;/span&gt; invited them. One way to know if someone is maturing with his/her relationship with God? The fruits of his/her labor and good work. And there.. kahit di ko sila imbitahin, sila na ang natuto. After the Service, the fun didn't stop. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SW4cg6UDiVI/AAAAAAAAAIs/ehfy47zL-_g/s1600-h/1_232329997l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SW4cg6UDiVI/AAAAAAAAAIs/ehfy47zL-_g/s320/1_232329997l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291197963941677394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SW4chBHnVKI/AAAAAAAAAI0/ERtFzTKxd7E/s1600-h/1_726922958l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 211px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SW4chBHnVKI/AAAAAAAAAI0/ERtFzTKxd7E/s320/1_726922958l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291197965768545442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SW4ch6O7n4I/AAAAAAAAAJE/whwU-JMMQV4/s1600-h/1_904606718l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 211px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SW4ch6O7n4I/AAAAAAAAAJE/whwU-JMMQV4/s320/1_904606718l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291197981100056450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jed, Jeah, Wiess, Michael&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;If you know these things, you are wise. God bless people!&lt;br /&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/1183602674771354187-1848254766856495645?l=jeahlabyeshua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeahlabyeshua.blogspot.com/feeds/1848254766856495645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1183602674771354187&amp;postID=1848254766856495645&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1183602674771354187/posts/default/1848254766856495645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1183602674771354187/posts/default/1848254766856495645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeahlabyeshua.blogspot.com/2008/12/wise-men-knows-how-to-serve.html' title='Wise Men Knows How to Serve'/><author><name>Jeah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09297568703198514552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SUgUjgeU2xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KHDv-HyrJ10/S220/ssdfsdf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SW4NxpWUifI/AAAAAAAAAGs/NO9AwLBOz1M/s72-c/1_239124108l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1183602674771354187.post-3661578713388377510</id><published>2008-12-15T22:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T00:27:06.177+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prelim Exams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prelims Results'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blessed Jeahpee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College Grading System'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FEU'/><title type='text'>One Year and Seven Months</title><content type='html'>This day wasn't that well planned but it turned out so good. Last night, I accompanied &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JP &lt;/span&gt;by staying up until midnight because he's finishing some undone requirements over the past weeks. He's been absent for two days from their school to finish it, but I guess those days of his absence weren't enough for him to finish all of it. Talking about being a Senior Year in High School here. Well, even though our eyes are both baggy for such reason, we still planned to meet in the morning so I can help decorate and give some finishing touches to his Booklet Project for their Health Subject. We planned to meet at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Starbucks&lt;/span&gt; Congressional Branch at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7AM&lt;/span&gt; 'cause Monday Classes for me starts at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10:30AM&lt;/span&gt; and fortunately, he said that he can go to school a little bit late. Well then.. we woke up a little late then what we have agreed upon and met each other at about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8:00&lt;/span&gt; in the morning.. Whew! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, after one month of over-the-coffee-bonding moments, we finally got ourselves the 2009 Planner! Praise God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SVNWO6a9PnI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-8SezgEHB1M/s1600-h/3002249779_fb99f73e1d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SVNWO6a9PnI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-8SezgEHB1M/s320/3002249779_fb99f73e1d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283661602036203122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SVNWOwxZIAI/AAAAAAAAACY/ndBuP9alQeg/s1600-h/starbucks-planner5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 359px; height: 272px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SVNWOwxZIAI/AAAAAAAAACY/ndBuP9alQeg/s320/starbucks-planner5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283661599445950466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SVNWPCZxOjI/AAAAAAAAACg/bnexVoBcnqo/s1600-h/starbucks-planner4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 273px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SVNWPCZxOjI/AAAAAAAAACg/bnexVoBcnqo/s320/starbucks-planner4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283661604178704946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I picked the blue one though my favorite shade is black. I think it suits both of us. Haha! Cool, right? Moving on, we ordered our frappes, Java Chip for him and Espresso for me, and a hot Antipasto Salad Sandwich. He even hinders me to order Espresso (always) because he doesn't like me to be more addicted to caffeine. Well, what can I say? I still insisted. Haha! I brought some Sticker Papers with me to finish his Booklet and yeah, we created mess at the couches. Haha! Cut-outed papers were all around the table and couch. I even laughed at his project 'cause before I even get it out from his paper bag, he warned me not to read it or else he'll be sad. He always admit that he is not good in grammar, diction or anything that has paradox to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt;. Research, Essays, Short Stories, Book Reports and what not. Haha. But then as I was putting everything together, I unintentionally noticed some grammatical errors from his work. I accidentally chuckled a little and then after he figured out that I laughed because of reading his work, he just frowned and said.. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wala na.. sabi mo 'di mo babasahin??..&lt;/span&gt;" with matching *irap*. Hahaha! I said I was sorry. Yeah, I really was. Haha! I was so blessed to bond with him while eating our breakfast together at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sbux&lt;/span&gt;. Our favorite place ever. It's the only place that we get the chance to talk and personally share our own funny stories. And and yes, over my all time buddy, Caffeine.. and that is what I call, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ASTIG&lt;/span&gt; este, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sweet&lt;/span&gt;. Haha! After couple of hours, exactly &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10am&lt;/span&gt; (we are both late for school already) we went off by dropping by at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paradise Village&lt;/span&gt;, near his school and the most convenient way for me to take my jeepney ride. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm gonna miss him again.. *sniff*&lt;/span&gt;", I told my self. Well, being late is not a biggie for me today 'cause we just finished our &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prelim Exams&lt;/span&gt;. I know I did well for it, to God be the Glory!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a bit late for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Filipino&lt;/span&gt; but it's okay. As usual, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dr. Mendoza&lt;/span&gt; utilized our time with much talking and talking in front. Yes, our papers were still left unchecked. For crying out loud, I only go to school after major exams just to know my Exam Score and Grade! Haha! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Filipino&lt;/span&gt; really is getting into my nerves. Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the brighter side of the day, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Psychology&lt;/span&gt;! One of my favorites. I love to compute my grades especially when I know I worked hard for it.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Erika&lt;/span&gt; got the highest score in the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prelim Exam&lt;/span&gt; and the rest was not in order any more. She got &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;91%&lt;/span&gt;, and I got &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;87%&lt;/span&gt; (48/55 items). When I computed my grades it turned out that I'm the highest. My computed Prelim Grade  is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;94.4%&lt;/span&gt; = Flat 1 or 1.25 (I still don't know 'cause our Professor said, it depends on the way she rounds off the little points. Hope it's flat 1, of course!). After computing by ourselves, each one gets the chance to check their computations based on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Professor Lulette&lt;/span&gt;'s computation in her laptop. I computed it correctly and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Ma'am Lulette&lt;/span&gt; said I should maintain it until &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MidTerms&lt;/span&gt;. She explained that the class standing had a great impact on my grade though my Prelim Exam Score is reachable. Not too high, not too low, according to her.&lt;br /&gt;That was so cool isn't it? Despite all that.. I continue to recognize that I couldn't do this without our good and gracious Lord. *smiles to heaven*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Class Standing&lt;/span&gt; is composed of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quizzes&lt;/span&gt;(50%)  -- I got 50! (all of my quizzes are perfect, thanks to God!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Recitation&lt;/span&gt;(30%) --  I got 28.9 (Ma'am said I deserve it 'cause I'm an active student in her class.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Assignment&lt;/span&gt;(20%) -- I got 19.3  and..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prelim Exam Grade&lt;/span&gt; of 87%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch Break at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FEU Food court&lt;/span&gt;. Super fun with some of my block mates and my best bud, Kim Chiu. Hahaha! I mean, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kim de Guzman&lt;/span&gt;. We bought Nescafe Frizz Ice Cream and TJ Hotdogs 'cause we tought we never wanted to eat but then, when everyone had their rice meals, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kim&lt;/span&gt; and I finally decided to eat also. Haha. Lakas trip, we only bought rice, namburaot lang kami ng ulam. Hahaha! After eating, we were divided into groups. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kim, Marvin&lt;/span&gt; and I found ourselves laughing over different kinds of answers from different pageants since &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kim&lt;/span&gt; is one of the finalists of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Miss Fitrum 2009&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wowowee&lt;/span&gt;, and the most awaited Coronation night will be on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;January 9&lt;/span&gt;! Over laugh trip. Todo tawa. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E paano kung si Anna, naka laban mo? Edi talo ka na?&lt;/span&gt;" -&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marvin&lt;/span&gt;. Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt;. I was disappointed to know that we cannot see the results of our Prelim Exams yet. Aww, some of my classmates didn't attend the subject maybe because they anticipated that we will have nothing to do. But they were wrong. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Professor Lacsamana&lt;/span&gt; gave out an activity, creating essays. Among different interesting topics, I chose "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What Christmas Really Means to Me&lt;/span&gt;". Well of course, I inserted some verses there that will point out that Jesus is really the essence of Christmas for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Literature&lt;/span&gt;. Ahaha, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dr. Caranguian&lt;/span&gt; was late and our room was locked so we cannot come in. And this happened so fast while waiting for some security men to open &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SB101&lt;/span&gt;.. Notice how we bursted out our creativity in endorsing some products. It started when &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kim&lt;/span&gt;, our block mate, (which is also a model) begun taking pictures of us forcing us to endorse anything that we are holding that moment. Hahahaha. Naging contest tuloy. Fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SVOZDlG30GI/AAAAAAAAACo/EG1lSPGXvjU/s1600-h/IMG-6673.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SVOZDlG30GI/AAAAAAAAACo/EG1lSPGXvjU/s320/IMG-6673.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283735074615316578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our innocent faces (Aeron, Jeah, Kim DG, Kim B.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SVObUBwzdEI/AAAAAAAAADg/fS76fBzwa5w/s1600-h/NatureSprung.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 155px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SVObUBwzdEI/AAAAAAAAADg/fS76fBzwa5w/s400/NatureSprung.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283737556208546882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nature Spring Mineral Water Endorsements&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SVObT3qtzZI/AAAAAAAAADY/BH0f1Y4a3iU/s1600-h/n95.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 157px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SVObT3qtzZI/AAAAAAAAADY/BH0f1Y4a3iU/s400/n95.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283737553498656146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;N95 8G Endorsements&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SVObTX7x4WI/AAAAAAAAADQ/IlGAY6-YPfE/s1600-h/HellerPanda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 154px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SVObTX7x4WI/AAAAAAAAADQ/IlGAY6-YPfE/s400/HellerPanda.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283737544980291938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hello Panda Endorsements&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SVOZEka2BBI/AAAAAAAAADI/Yylyn5m7oRY/s1600-h/IMG-6677.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SVOZEka2BBI/AAAAAAAAADI/Yylyn5m7oRY/s320/IMG-6677.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283735091610518546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FUN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Laugh out loud, eh? Haha! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Literature&lt;/span&gt;. I really thank God because the Prelim Exam that was way too hard than all of us were expecting and created a big thought on my that I may flunk/fail it, turned out to be so different. In fact, I was so amazed that my score is not that high but not that low also. Ang bait ni God! Sobra! I got &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;70/85 = 82%&lt;/span&gt;. Some of my block mates had their scores so low. Well I don't know why I got this, all I know is God is the one holding my pen when I was answering my Exam. Dismissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While riding a jeepney on my way home, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JP&lt;/span&gt; texted. He's on his way to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SM&lt;/span&gt; to meet me. And for the fact that today is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15&lt;/span&gt;, why not? Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SVOcjCM4BMI/AAAAAAAAADo/G8KNWXspWhs/s1600-h/2697429950_9cc176970e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SVOcjCM4BMI/AAAAAAAAADo/G8KNWXspWhs/s320/2697429950_9cc176970e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283738913535952066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What will you save when the earth stand still?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh, you're here to save the earth. But not to save us. You're here to save the earth from us!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nainlove siya sa Alien. Hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;" -&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nakaka-hook!&lt;/span&gt;" -&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ay lab story nga ng Alien at tao 'to.&lt;/span&gt;" -&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeahpee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for this day. I will forever cherish this. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fifteen is less than three&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/1183602674771354187-3661578713388377510?l=jeahlabyeshua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeahlabyeshua.blogspot.com/feeds/3661578713388377510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1183602674771354187&amp;postID=3661578713388377510&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1183602674771354187/posts/default/3661578713388377510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1183602674771354187/posts/default/3661578713388377510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeahlabyeshua.blogspot.com/2008/12/one-year-and-seven-months.html' title='One Year and Seven Months'/><author><name>Jeah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09297568703198514552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SUgUjgeU2xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KHDv-HyrJ10/S220/ssdfsdf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SVNWO6a9PnI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-8SezgEHB1M/s72-c/3002249779_fb99f73e1d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1183602674771354187.post-8686531735671560920</id><published>2008-12-05T04:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T04:38:14.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JESUS; the Reason for the Season</title><content type='html'>Hey guys! It's &lt;strong&gt;December&lt;/strong&gt; and and probably we're now anticipating great things that will happen starting today. I was wondering how it was going for the internet world since our computer broke. Hahaha! As usual, it's still the same. There's nothing new especially when I opened my &lt;strong&gt;Multiply Inbox&lt;/strong&gt;, and I was not actually shocked (but I really find it strange) by over flowing &lt;strong&gt;Twilight Movie Reviews&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't put up a review for myself, although I already saw the movie. I'm just gonna leave a very pleasant message to all. Things are doing great for the past weeks for my life, in every aspect and I just want everyone to know that &lt;strong&gt;God is good&lt;/strong&gt;. And He will forever be. Yes it's already a cliche' for some of you, but the point here is this, our country will be facing a great turmoil for the continuing months because of the &lt;strong&gt;Economic Crisis&lt;/strong&gt; from the large impact of the downfall (bankruptcy) of big companies (&lt;strong&gt;AIG, Lehman Brothers&lt;/strong&gt;, etc.)from the &lt;strong&gt;US of A&lt;/strong&gt;. Knowing that our economic stability is not so stable, though our lovely &lt;strong&gt;President &lt;/strong&gt;always boasts about &lt;strong&gt;Economic Fundamentals,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Economic Growth&lt;/strong&gt; and such, but heck, we're just being fooled by our government. Maybe, you and your family are still insensitive about this "World Wide Issue" or you're still not affected, but sooner or later, you will be. And that's a big &lt;strong&gt;MAYBE&lt;/strong&gt;. But let's all be a catalyst, people, I don't want to sound as a great Economist or Philosopher here, 'cause in the first place, I am not. I am only but a concernecd citizen or a Student, I should say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it may sound a little too bad, or a little "so-so" issue for some, seriously, you don't know how poor people face their problems everyday. And since you are blessed to be a computer literate, I'm persuading you to just be concerned and nothing more. &lt;strong&gt;Christmas&lt;/strong&gt; will soon come our way and what everyone can do is to simply, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PRAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Our last and only hope is not &lt;strong&gt;Superman&lt;/strong&gt;, for he is just a fictitious superhero with Kryptonite in his blood veins; neither &lt;strong&gt;Edward Anthony Masen Cullen&lt;/strong&gt;, for he is also just a white-blooded immortal from a rich family of vampires. (Rich people may not care, you know. Haha!) And they can do NOTHING, as in nothing about this crisis. It is none other than &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;JESUS CHRIST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jesus, is the only hope of the world&lt;/strong&gt;. He can be the source of anything and everything. If people would only know how to trust Him and rely only to what He can do. Oh the playful minds of the people really saddens me for they create supernatural beings that may look like ambassadors of good will, but in reality, they are only seen in movies, read in books, and watched from an entertaining picture box or the so-called, "televisions", meaning they are just results of imaginations. Isn't it disappointing? If CHRISTIANS ONLY CARE. I really have this great burden for those who doesn't know Jesus. If only I am a very influential personality, I would use my influence to persuade people to get to know Christ. Or better yet, COMPEL them to go to Church. Nowadays, Christians take the Gospel and the World of the Lord for granted. If you care, whether you are a Christian or not, show some affection. &lt;strong&gt;SHOW SOME LOVE. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Spread the good news&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;JESUS IS OUR ONLY HOPE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think you can do nothing at all to make a change, you are definitely WRONG. As I mentioned a while ago, you can &lt;strong&gt;PRAY&lt;/strong&gt;. Talk to God. Ask. He will give it 'cause He simply loves you. He loves the world. He loves the people. He will never leave us nor forsake us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just do what you think is right for the majority. Do not be selfish. These holidays, gifts or material things really doesn't matter. Let yourself be a light for others. SHARE JESUS. For He is the reason for the season. God bless!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1183602674771354187-8686531735671560920?l=jeahlabyeshua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeahlabyeshua.blogspot.com/feeds/8686531735671560920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1183602674771354187&amp;postID=8686531735671560920&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1183602674771354187/posts/default/8686531735671560920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1183602674771354187/posts/default/8686531735671560920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeahlabyeshua.blogspot.com/2008/12/jesus-reason-for-season.html' title='JESUS; the Reason for the Season'/><author><name>Jeah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09297568703198514552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SUgUjgeU2xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KHDv-HyrJ10/S220/ssdfsdf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1183602674771354187.post-2980006849653123762</id><published>2008-11-19T04:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T04:37:12.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions of a Student Minister</title><content type='html'>Today is school day as usual, it was a lot of fun but toxic at the same time. I've been experiencing extreme muscle cramps, spasms, aches and whatever you call it from my neck, shoulders, arms, abdomen, upper thighs, legs, and down to the toes. Haha! (talking about an intense dance training from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8AM&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5PM&lt;/span&gt; last &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;) I was having a hard time going up and down the stairs, sitting on my own chair, and even walking. Yes. Walking is killing me, knowing that it is just a simple exercise. I looked like walking with leg defects. Haha. Any way, I am doing this dancing for years and it is all for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God's glory&lt;/span&gt; so pain doesn't matter really. I just don't feel good 'cause of it's effects, (the difficulty of doing simple things) but I don't deplore either. Lamenting over pain is so not me. I'm really excited for the upcoming &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Youth Alive 20th Anniversary&lt;/span&gt; and my friends confirmed that they will come! Yipee! Wanna come and be blessed? Send me a message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to talk about what happened to school today, though I want to, there's one thing that I want to really rant about. Haha. I won &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://kuyakevin.com/"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Kuya Kevin&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'s Book entitled '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Basta Love Life'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I received a text message from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kuya Kev&lt;/span&gt; that reads &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Visit my blog today"&lt;/span&gt;. I didn't know that it was a personal message intended for me 'cause he often sends group messages without indicating that it is a group message. Or in simple terms, the message doesn't indicate my name. Haha. Back to today, we saw &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kuya Kevin&lt;/span&gt; around the campus and he surprised me with his words saying, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"You've visited my blog already? You're the latest winner of my book. Have you received my text?"&lt;/span&gt; I was like, shocked and said, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Really?"&lt;/span&gt; haha. I was not feeling well last night so I was not able to go online and check my sites. And yeah, I am really the winner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HEyiQnOgvas/SSLFvHyJCWI/AAAAAAAAAPo/VaiAqZid8Lw/s1600-h/Jeah+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269991927310780770" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HEyiQnOgvas/SSLFvHyJCWI/AAAAAAAAAPo/VaiAqZid8Lw/s320/Jeah+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kuya Kevin&lt;/span&gt; 'cause I was featured at his blog creating traffic to my hits. In layman's term, people kept visiting my site 'cause of his thousand visitors everyday. Haha. I never expected it, but I really want to win his book. Though I have my copy already, but winning it and having it signed by him is utterly different. If you want to know how to win his book, and happens to be an online geek, (has blogs and network profiles all over the world wide web) here's the link, &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://kuyakevin.blogspot.com/2008/09/bloggers-win-my-book.html"&gt;&lt;u&gt;'Basta Love Life' Win Kuya Kevin's Book Contest&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Basically, it is not a contest. Haha! Any way, his book is available at different &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Christian Bookstores &lt;/span&gt;costing around &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P170-P200&lt;/span&gt; Philippine Peso depending on the book store (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PCBS&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Back to the Bible Bookstore&lt;/strong&gt;, etc.). But if you know him personally, you can get his book with a friendly discount of course. The book contains lessons in making wise relationship decisions made for men and women especially for Filipino Youths. It will be a big help for you to visit his site for you to read thoughts about love and relationship -- all biblically based. Definitely enlighting. Be a loyal reader like me! Haha! And congratulate him 'cause God is doing great things that he already started airing the Good News through a radio show! He has a &lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://kuyakevin.libsyn.com/"&gt;podcast&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt; too, show some love! Praise God for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kuya Kevin&lt;/span&gt;'s life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I wanted to befriend my blog's link exchanges and as I was hopping through their online possessions, this one really caught my attention..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HEyiQnOgvas/SSLL6A2OvDI/AAAAAAAAAPw/ZU7KlJOo6fY/s1600-h/FEU+Uminga+tarp.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269998711497210930" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; cursor: pointer; height: 160px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HEyiQnOgvas/SSLL6A2OvDI/AAAAAAAAAPw/ZU7KlJOo6fY/s400/FEU+Uminga+tarp.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proud &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FEU TAMARAW&lt;/span&gt; Graduate, Batch 2008, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr. John Paul C. Uminga&lt;/span&gt;. Here's his blog -- &lt;a href="http://www.tamarawako.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;Greenink&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tamarawako.blogspot.com/"&gt;ツ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. Though I don't know him personally, I am really proud of dedicated students like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;It was a dream come true to have been accorded the honor,&lt;br /&gt;not for myself, but for my Alma Mater."&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jap Uminga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Congratulations! I salute you! May God continue to bless you and guide you in every endeavors!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Isn't this post a very rejoicing one? Haha. Forgive me for being so blessed today. I have muscle aches remember? Paradox? It's just that, I can confess, being a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Full Time Student&lt;/span&gt; during School days, plus, &lt;strong&gt;Ministry&lt;/strong&gt; everyday, is not that easy. Besides pains and difficulties, preoccupied mind and pressure, I can sum this into one very good fact:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FIRST GREATEST PRIVILEGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of my life is..&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KNOWING JESUS CHRIST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. And,&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SECOND GREATEST PRIVILEGE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;of my life is.. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LEADING OTHERS TO HIM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The challenge to a Student Minister like me is this: &lt;u&gt;Does my life measure according to my TOP TWO GREATEST PRIVILEGES?&lt;/u&gt; It seems easy, but to confess to you the truth, in a chaotic, evil world we have today, it's not that easy as it may seem. If it happen that you, dear reader is a Christian also, think about the challenge I've just mentioned. Does your life measure to this top two privileges? Think again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless and bless God! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/1183602674771354187-2980006849653123762?l=jeahlabyeshua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeahlabyeshua.blogspot.com/feeds/2980006849653123762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1183602674771354187&amp;postID=2980006849653123762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1183602674771354187/posts/default/2980006849653123762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1183602674771354187/posts/default/2980006849653123762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeahlabyeshua.blogspot.com/2008/12/confessions-of-student-minister.html' title='Confessions of a Student Minister'/><author><name>Jeah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09297568703198514552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SUgUjgeU2xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KHDv-HyrJ10/S220/ssdfsdf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HEyiQnOgvas/SSLFvHyJCWI/AAAAAAAAAPo/VaiAqZid8Lw/s72-c/Jeah+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1183602674771354187.post-8807171085888592357</id><published>2008-11-05T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T13:34:57.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"To be known is to be loved and to be loved is to be known"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesdays&lt;/span&gt; are fun! How do you spell &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;FUN&lt;/span&gt;? It's like this.. Uh? I'll spell it out to you later. Just keep reading. Haha. No classes today and I promised myself to do every home works that will be passed tomorrow and for the subjects the next day. And woah! I'm done! Could you actually believe it? Haha. I would not do it if it wasn't for the feeling of urgency for me to do well this semester. Praise the Lord!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some squeals, (haha just kidding of course) I went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SM North&lt;/span&gt; today to meet &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JP&lt;/span&gt;. I missed him so much! After an hour and a half of argument because of some sort of an inevitable matter between the both of us, I hold his hands and started to pray for him. I don't know if he noticed it, but he was merely staring at me. besides, I'm trying to hide what I'm doing that moment. He was actually crying probably because he felt that during the most painful moments of his life (family, school, financial, friends problems. And sad to say I'm adding up to the list), God is turning the world upside down and making him smile with eagerness again. As for those who don't know, we were somehow different compared then to now. We acted so different to each other for the fast few weeks and it's just so so saddening. It's for some reasons that the both of us couldn't even explain. I can, but I know only God can understand. Well, up to now we still don't know when this "Something" ('cause there's no term for it, right?) will stop, but we know God will always be in control. And miraculously, God did something great again. As always, our dreadful conversations will end up to a very cheerful one. Dig that! Haha. Moving on, we indulged our selves with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KFC&lt;/span&gt;'s &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Famous Bowl meal&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Snack Box&lt;/span&gt;. Goodies! Especially the gravy. I almost finished the whole container of it's refill. Hahaha! We went home early 'cause he needs to run an errand for his &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mom&lt;/span&gt;. Em gonna miss him again. *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After being bloated, we went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;National Bookstore&lt;/span&gt; and bought some school stuffs for me. I really hope this time I can use the whole stick-on neon note pads. Using the whole thing will show my enthusiasm to finish requirements and home works. Or at least, list them all there. Haha. And I'm still hoping for a good semester because my prayers for good Professors was already answered by our faithful and mighty God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, before I go, sharing time! Yehey! *shouts 'wooo'*&lt;br /&gt;Please, oh please, I'm pleading you dear reader, try to understand every line that the girl is saying. This &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;video monologue&lt;/span&gt; is all about a woman, woman for God not for a man. I loved it! Learn and enjoy! Thanks to&lt;a href="http://www.kuyakevin.com/"&gt; &lt;u&gt;Kuya Kevin&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for posting this one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;"To be known is to be loved and to be loved is to be known"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get to know a woman, in search for a love not for an identity from any other man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q49BbfgJbto&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q49BbfgJbto&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randoms: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For a TRUE Christian&lt;/span&gt;, there will be no dull moments in their life. Even if they are trapped inside a four corner solitary place with nothing to do, they will always find ways to share the love of God, a love that's for me and YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EDIT&lt;/span&gt; -- 7:30PM&lt;br /&gt;I am chatting with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;y &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;ne and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;nly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JP&lt;/span&gt; right now. We argued about things (again and again) but because of God's goodness and grace, I will spell&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; FUN&lt;/span&gt; now! Fun, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dyey-Ih-Ey-Eytch-Pi-Ih-Ih&lt;/span&gt;, FUN! Hahaha. God's love will never fail. Good night folks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeahpee = FUN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1183602674771354187-8807171085888592357?l=jeahlabyeshua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeahlabyeshua.blogspot.com/feeds/8807171085888592357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1183602674771354187&amp;postID=8807171085888592357&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1183602674771354187/posts/default/8807171085888592357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1183602674771354187/posts/default/8807171085888592357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeahlabyeshua.blogspot.com/2008/11/to-be-known-is-to-be-loved-and-to-be.html' title='&quot;To be known is to be loved and to be loved is to be known&quot;'/><author><name>Jeah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09297568703198514552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SUgUjgeU2xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KHDv-HyrJ10/S220/ssdfsdf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1183602674771354187.post-8367884301844899894</id><published>2008-11-04T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T13:34:28.100+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny Professors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Share Jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FEU'/><title type='text'>Every MAN has his Purpose</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Second day&lt;/span&gt;! At least the first day for today's subjects. I'm quite nervous because &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Math&lt;/span&gt; will be the first subject every &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuesday and Fridays&lt;/span&gt;, but heck, it's just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Math&lt;/span&gt;! Who says we should fear it? Haha. What am I really afraid of is that our classes starts at exactly&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 7:30&lt;/span&gt; in the morning, and I'm just too cautious right now. I don't wan to be late for&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Math&lt;/span&gt;, attendance can also keep my grades up, of course. And thank God, 'cause I'm not late today. At least for today right? Haha! Just kidding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Mathematics 1 - College Algebra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(3 units)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SB401&lt;/span&gt;  Tuesday and Friday, 7:30 to 9:00 AM&lt;br /&gt;Professor: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prof. Ferdinand Valimento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comments: He's a subject hater. Quite. 'Cause he utilized the first meeting time just to explain how &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Math&lt;/span&gt; is important rather than other subjects. Haha. Oh come one! We already know that there's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mathematics&lt;/span&gt; in everything around us, but why hate other subjects? Haha. Any way, he hates English. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He explained to us the course outline, (Subjects in College are usually called "Course") Course requirements, Grading System and References. Darn! We have one big reference book, and TWO WORKBOOKS! One for Laboratory and one for exercises. Kailan pa nag ka laboratory and Math? Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to keep my blog safe, 'cause I know Professors reads blogs! (What's with the S? Hahaha!) I wouldn't put anything offensive here. But you know, that totality of some Professors defects, it's so annoying. I'm talking general here, though. So peace out for everyone. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; TF schedule&lt;/span&gt;, we have two free time! One morning and one afternoon. FREE TIME! We planned to buy ice cream at&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Anthony&lt;/span&gt;'s (our former block mate, aawww) Expensive Ice cream booth at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;St. Thomas Square&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Morayta&lt;/span&gt;, but unfortunately, the whole establishment is still closed. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9:00&lt;/span&gt; is too early, I guess. So we headed our way to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; KFC&lt;/span&gt;! Across the road. And yeah, I ordered &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Famous Bowl&lt;/span&gt; again. GRAVY purposes. Haha! We munched into &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KFC&lt;/span&gt; delicacies, and lots of laughing trips. Haha. Oh by the way,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Anna&lt;/span&gt; was with us. Minutes before the time, we walked our way back to the campus and what made us so happy is to see our former block mates again! We saw them 'cause it's their free time! Tadaaaah! We also saw&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Joji&lt;/span&gt;, of course, Band updates!!! Haha. I told him about the Christian Bands he's been researching on and such. It was a blast! I think we're the noisiest people around the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pavilion&lt;/span&gt; that time. Forgive us 'cause we missed each other! Pfft. When we arrived at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SB 101&lt;/span&gt;, the class was so quiet, our &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Professor&lt;/span&gt; was already there. She's like so angry because we're a little bit late. *heartbeats*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Political Science 1N&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(3 units)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SB101&lt;/span&gt;  Tuesday and Friday, 10:30AM to 12:00PM&lt;br /&gt;Professor: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prof. Johnelyn Gemzon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comments: Waaah! We first though she's easily angered but she's not. She's a funny Professor, but she's a very strict one though. But actually, the class cannot stop laughing when she started introducing herself. Grabe! Laugh trip! I do believe it'll be a fun-filled class. But I'm still worried about her way of handling a class. She won't allow books to be opened during recitations and discussions and she will make advance reading of the book as our assignment. Waaah. At the age of 30, she became a gimikera and now she's 35. Haha! She's a "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;babaeng bading&lt;/span&gt;" as the Filipino lingo call it. She can ride to almost everyone, but .. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sa klaseng ito ako lang ang pikon, bawal ang pikon dito kasi mahilig ako mang okray. Pag napahiya ka at napikon ka.. So be it! Ako lang ang pikon dito, kaya wag niyo ako pipikunin&lt;/span&gt;" -- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ms. Gemzon&lt;/span&gt;. Hahaha! She said that in a very funny way! But she's serious. She likes neon orange. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Teaching in&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; FEU&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13 years&lt;/span&gt; already&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yehey! We gots the chance to use an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Arts Building &lt;/span&gt;room! It's like a dream for every student in every course in the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Institute of Arts and Sciences (IAS)&lt;/span&gt; 'cause that building contains lots of high technology rooms and facilities, like Radio Booth, Editing Room, Multimedia Room, Studio Room and lots more!! Haha. Am I over reacting? Nah! That building will be my home once I stepped into the 3rd year to 4th year of being a Mass Comm student. *excited* While waiting, we got the chance to know other block mates.&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;Speech 1 - Effective Speech Communication (for Mass Comm Students)&lt;/span&gt; (3 units)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AB211 &lt;/span&gt; Tuesday and Friday, 12:00 to 1:30 PM&lt;br /&gt;Professor: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prof. Lourdes D. Ignacio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comments: At first we thought she's a relative of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Professor Alolor&lt;/span&gt; because they speak almost the same. Haha. But no, they're not even closely related. Haha. Any way, she's so vibrant and hyper active. I think there will be no dull moments in her class. It was fun, so much fun! Her favorite color is violet. From head to toe, you'll see all violet color coordinated attire. From Shoes, belt, earrings, watch, bag, dress, eyeglass frames, and her pen is also violet! Haha. She said she always wear one color, and we can request for any color anytime! Haha. She's so gay (I mean the happy one) and she has this very unique gestures and way of teaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She needed a set of&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Class Officers&lt;/span&gt; so the class started to nominate. Haha. And no offense to all, the former&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; MC0812&lt;/span&gt; (it means us, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ESOF&lt;/span&gt;) dominated the officers! I was appointed by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Professor Lulu&lt;/span&gt;! 'Was not nominated. Haha. First time of all my life not to be a secretary anymore. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Class Mayor&lt;/u&gt;: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Russel Malabanan&lt;/span&gt; (former &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;block 2&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Vice Mayor&lt;/u&gt;: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pauline Barnadette Juan&lt;/span&gt; (former block 6)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Secretary&lt;/u&gt;: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yuji Nozaki&lt;/span&gt; (former &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;block 2&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Treasurer&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Diana Calumpang&lt;/span&gt; (former block 7)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;P.R.O.&lt;/u&gt;: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Erika Gonzales &lt;/span&gt;(former&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; block 2&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Business Manager&lt;/u&gt;: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rizza Samson&lt;/span&gt; (former &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;block 2&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Boy Beadle&lt;/u&gt;: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marvin Argoso&lt;/span&gt; (former &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;block 2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Girl Beadle&lt;/u&gt;: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jahaziel La Guardia &lt;/span&gt;(former &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;block 2&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We (former MC0812) dominated the positions. Haha. Any way, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SPEECH&lt;/span&gt; was fun, super fun! Because &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prof. Lulu&lt;/span&gt; is definitely great in diction and pronunciation. A very accurate professor in the said subject. And and the room? Cold as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Americ&lt;/span&gt;a! Haha! And in it are very high technology appliances for us to be able to be good communicators. Haha! Break time again! We tried to look for a book for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pol Sci&lt;/span&gt; 'cause &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Professor Gemzon&lt;/span&gt; tasked us to read the first 2 chapters of our book. Dang! We saw the book and it was like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P285+&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FEU Book Store/Cooperative&lt;/span&gt;. So together with the boys, I applied for the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FEU Book Loan Project&lt;/span&gt;. Haha. We have to be thrifty nowadays, right? We can avail the book for like&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; P30.00&lt;/span&gt; only for the whole sem but we are obliged to return it on the day of the Final Examination, good as new. Or else, we'll be replacing it with a new one. And since I think I can handle the condition, we got the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fundamentals of Political Science&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P30.00&lt;/span&gt;! Also, I want to help my parents in my own little way. And I did! Yipee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Natural Science 2 - Biology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(3 units)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SB106 &lt;/span&gt; Tuesday and Friday, 3:00-4:30 PM&lt;br /&gt;Professor: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prof. Cynthia Minto Mhk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comments: Yes, from her name, she's half Chinese. She's not that funny nor entertaining. Neither of the two means betting with some one that one of these days, I could fell asleep in her subject. Haha. Kidding! I think she's good though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got the chance to know other block mates. I started memorizing their names. Thank God I'm good with that. Haha! But we gots to just not know but bond! We bonded with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kim De Guzman &lt;/span&gt;(the shy model and girlfriend of&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Ben Fernandez&lt;/span&gt;) and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pauline Bernadette Juan&lt;/span&gt;. They are nice. Haha! I thought they are a little bit of suplada&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; and maldita&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; but they've proven me wrong. They're also crazy little &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mass Comm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;s &lt;/span&gt;as we are. Haha. And we started interrogating her. Questions like, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pano naging kayo ni Fernandez? Yikeee..&lt;/span&gt;" Haha! And "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pano ka napili as Muse ng Varsity ng FEU&lt;/span&gt;?" Yes she is the muse and that's why &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ben Fernandez&lt;/span&gt; became her friend, and after a while, her boyfriend. And as for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pauline&lt;/span&gt;, she's just the sister of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CEDRICK JUAN&lt;/span&gt; whom my former classmates had this big crush on. Because he's the guy, a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;second year&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mass Comm&lt;/span&gt; Student who danced and made girls yell for him during the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mass Communication General Assembly&lt;/span&gt; last &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;September&lt;/span&gt;. Hahaha! Good friends, neh? Yep! From then on, they started to come with us anywhere. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Physical Education 2 - Rhythm and Dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (2 units)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ARH501&lt;/span&gt;  Tuesday and Friday, 4:30 to 6:00 PM&lt;br /&gt;Professor: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prof. Freya O. Miñas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comments: Okay, this semseter for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PE&lt;/span&gt;, it will be really different. 'Cause she is not like&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Professor Alolor&lt;/span&gt;. Hahaha. And oh, she's the model of our book last sem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bachelor of Science in Education&lt;/span&gt; - Major in Physical Education&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Master of Arts in Education&lt;/span&gt; - Major in Physical Education&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Graduated in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FEU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Former &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FEU Dance Company &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FEU Cheer Dancer&lt;/span&gt; at the same time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Before she came, we continue to bond with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kim&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pauline&lt;/span&gt;. Haha! Fun! And for a more exciting event, our former block mates were designated at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ARH502&lt;/span&gt;! Haha. Just the next room. Same time for our &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PE&lt;/span&gt;. Yehey! We were dismissed early, but still it was dark already. *sighs* I don't want to go on a jeepney ride when it's already dark. And darn it! 1 hour ride? Who wouldn't be so frightened of that? Any way, I know God is with me. If God is with me, who can be against me? We parted ways and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kim&lt;/span&gt;'s condominium unit is just few walks away from school, we found out that we (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Erzel&lt;/span&gt; and I) are going to walk in a same way, so we accompanied&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Kim &lt;/span&gt;to buy doughnuts from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mister Donuts&lt;/span&gt; and we went off to our respective ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God uses people&lt;/span&gt;, and I know there are lots of reasons why I'm enrolled in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MC0811&lt;/span&gt;. Whatever it is, I just have to live a Christ-like life so that my friends will know their life's purpose when they got to know God through me and through other Christians in our block. TRUE CHRISTIANS, I mean. I am tired, so have a blessed night everyone! 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I slept at exactly &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2:47&lt;/span&gt; in the morning. Told you guys, it never happened! Especially when I promise myself to do it. Too bad, soo bad. Haha! Before I actually fell asleep (late) I really prayed to God that may His will be done for this day. I asked Him to be in control of everything 'cause I really want to meet new friends so that I can share God's word to them. I prayed that may God prepare their hearts to be willing to know and accept Jesus and may He also prepare me and use me mightily to expand His kingdom. And I prayed for favor for my new Professors, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday Classes&lt;/span&gt;, it will always start at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10:30&lt;/span&gt; in the morning. I just ate a piece of apple and drank my fave&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;caffe latte&lt;/span&gt; and went off. What a beautiful rainy morning, I saw&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Marvin&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carlo&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Yuji,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Russel&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Erzel &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rizza&lt;/span&gt; at once! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Erika&lt;/span&gt; was absent 'cause they accompanied her sister in the airport. Any way, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ESOF&lt;/span&gt; minus &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Erika&lt;/span&gt;, is still fun. Incomplete though. But it turned out to be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First subject, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Filipino 2A. &lt;/span&gt;Haha, imagine that a professor entered a room, acted very strictly that he even get mad at one of the students  inside the room, and all of a sudden all of the students became so quiet. Then he asked, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Psychology Students?&lt;/span&gt;"  And because we are not Psychotics, haha! Kidding! We said, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No Sir, Mass Comm, Sir!&lt;/span&gt;". So full of shame, he went out asking everyone in his way if ever they are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Psych&lt;/span&gt; Students. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course these things will never be outlisted for the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;first things first list&lt;/span&gt; for the first day of classes.&lt;br /&gt;1. Introduction of the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Professor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Introduction to the course (subject) background. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Course Syllabus&lt;/span&gt; hand outs.&lt;br /&gt;3. (COR) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Certificate of Registration&lt;/span&gt; to be signed by the Professor, and&lt;br /&gt;4. the thing called "introducing yourself and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;making out new friends&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;And again, my burden is to pray for them that I may be a channel of the Word of God and that they can know God before the end of the semester. Please help me in praying, co-workers in faith!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;Filipino 2A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (3 units)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SB103&lt;/span&gt; || Monday and Thursday, 10:30 AM to 12:00 NN&lt;br /&gt;Professor: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dr. Florina M. Mendoza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word/s that will describe her:  Very specific in explanation that suddenly it becomes too boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bachelor of Science in Education&lt;/span&gt; - Major in Filipino&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Master of Arts in Education&lt;/span&gt; - Major in Filipino&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Doctorate Degree&lt;/span&gt; - Bachelor of Science in Asian Studies - Major in Filipino&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Teaching in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FEU&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 years&lt;/span&gt; already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Oh darn! It takes a lot of leg cramps just to get to our next room. Imagine we're from the first floor of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Science Building&lt;/span&gt; then we'll be going to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Education Buildin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt; room &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;800&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8th floor&lt;/span&gt;, for crying out loud! Hahaha. We were just too lazy to wait for the elevator. Although that building has two. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Psychology 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(3 units)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EB800&lt;/span&gt; || Monday and Thursday, 12:00 NN to 1:30 PM&lt;br /&gt;Professor: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ms. Lulette U. Matammu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word/s that will describe her: Many things irritate her so fast 'cause she knows how ordinary people behave. Very smart and disciplined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bachelor of Science in Behavioral Sciences&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Master of Arts in Family Psychology and Education&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Currently a Student in a Graduate School taking up &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Clinical Psychology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;For the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt; Schedule, we will just be having one free time. Lunch breaaaaaaak! We ate at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;McDonalds&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rizza&lt;/span&gt; spent her sem break at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guam&lt;/span&gt; so we shared the Belgium Chocolate that she brought from abroad Yummy! And and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yuji&lt;/span&gt; brought some Sweet Plum Candies from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aji Ichiban&lt;/span&gt; Chinese (?) Candy and Goodies Store. Another yummmm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we walk our way back to the campus ohhhh we saw our former block mates! Almost all of them were able to enroll their selves in one section including our class room clowns,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Beauty&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Divine&lt;/span&gt;! Oh how I miss &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jemmah&lt;/span&gt;, my very intelligent (and talkative at the same time, haha!) seatmate. Awww. We exchanged hugs with them, too bad only&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 9&lt;/span&gt; of us (ESOF and Anna) from the original &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MC0812 &lt;/span&gt;were enrolled to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Block 1&lt;/span&gt; (MC0811) for the second semester. This is sooo unwanting. On the brighter side of the day, I made new friends while waiting for our next Professor. Yipeeee! They were laughing at my utterly nonsense jokes. Hahaha. I wonder why? Am I really that funny or is my face just plain humorous? Haha! I know I just insulted myself. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sorry, Jeah. Forgive me.&lt;/span&gt; Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;English 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (3 units)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SB102 &lt;/span&gt;|| Monday and Thursday, 3:00 to 4:30PM&lt;br /&gt;Professor: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Assoc. Professor Recuerdo G. Lacsamana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word/s that will describe him: Plain professional and witty at the same time. He is kind but a little strict though. English will be so much fun! Yeheeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bachelor of Science in Education&lt;/span&gt; - Major in English&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Master of Arts in Education&lt;/span&gt; - Major in English&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Teaching in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FEU&lt;/span&gt; for&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 16 years&lt;/span&gt; already&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;New system that he formulated: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lecture Intervention thru Text Texhnology.&lt;/span&gt; (Oh c'mon! Recitations through text messaging? For real? Yeah!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Philippine Literature/ Literature Studies 1N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (3 units)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SB101&lt;/span&gt; || Monday and Thursday, 4:30 to 6:00PM&lt;br /&gt;Professor: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dr. Reynaldo G. Caranguian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word/s that will describe him: Very smart. Very lenient. Meaning, &lt;span class="sense_break"&gt;&lt;span class="sense_break"&gt;&lt;span class="sense_content"&gt;he has this mild and tolerant disposition. Very humorous! I love him! Hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bachelor of Science in Education&lt;/span&gt; - Major in English&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Master of Arts in Education&lt;/span&gt; - Major in English&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Doctorate Degree&lt;/span&gt; - Bachelor of Science in Education - Major in English&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Teaching in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FEU&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11 years &lt;/span&gt;already&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Words of Wisdom from Sir Rey&lt;/span&gt; (you'll love this!)&lt;br /&gt;As we were reciting one by one, saying our expectations for his class..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yuji&lt;/span&gt;: I expect that blah blah blah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sir Rey&lt;/span&gt;: Oh Yuji, Nozaki right? Am I right in pronouncing it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;: Yes Sir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S. Rey&lt;/span&gt;: Full blooded Japanese?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;: No Sir, half Japanese, half Filipino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S. Rey&lt;/span&gt;: Oh I see, just like you I am also torn into halves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S. Rey&lt;/span&gt;: Half Filipino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S. Rey&lt;/span&gt;: Half Chinese ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S. Rey&lt;/span&gt;: Garter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S. Rey&lt;/span&gt;: Chinese Garter! *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*the whole class cracked up a lot* hahaha! He even mentioned that he has two citizenship. One is Filipino Citizen, and another one is SENIOR CITIZEN. Hahahaha! At last a very funny Professor, out of 4, 2 of them really made me laugh and as far as I perceived this day, I will definitely enjoy their class. And I was really challenged because they are so so great. 2 of them has doctorate degrees! What an achievement! Thank God! Praise God! Glory to God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEW block mates&lt;/span&gt;, (MC0811) well, I cannot judge them according to what I see but some of them are just mere snobbish. Not to mention &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ben&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fernandez&lt;/span&gt;' (FEU Basketball Player for UAAP) girlfriend/model &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; De Guzman,&lt;/span&gt; (that is now our block mate) she's like shy and I think something's like holding her back. Not because of her 5'6" height ah! Definitely not. Haha! And some of them are still on a shy-shy basis, you know. It's part of the whole thing we call the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;first day jitters&lt;/span&gt;. Pfft. Hope that my first not-so-good expressions will be replaced to a not-so-bad one soon! But for some of them who're very friendly and smiles are all over their faces  already? Not bad for the first day get-to-know-each-other-feeling! One thing that I have proven to myself: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The second semester is gonna be a way harder than the first&lt;/span&gt;. In any aspects. And that is for the reason that I just can't explain right now. But all in all, thank God! Praise God! Glory to God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Math 1&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Natural Science&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Political Science 1N&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Speech 1&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PE 2&lt;/span&gt;! Exciting but nerve cracking. Pray for me, good night! God bless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am the salt and light of the world, may the light of God shine through me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1183602674771354187-433183359821917443?l=jeahlabyeshua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeahlabyeshua.blogspot.com/feeds/433183359821917443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1183602674771354187&amp;postID=433183359821917443&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1183602674771354187/posts/default/433183359821917443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1183602674771354187/posts/default/433183359821917443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeahlabyeshua.blogspot.com/2008/11/salt-and-light.html' title='Salt and Light'/><author><name>Jeah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09297568703198514552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SUgUjgeU2xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KHDv-HyrJ10/S220/ssdfsdf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1183602674771354187.post-3452787192493028044</id><published>2008-11-02T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T13:33:38.176+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mass Communication'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Verses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FEU'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bands'/><title type='text'>Death: Your final appointment</title><content type='html'>Good evening to everyone! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I will edit this post soon&lt;/span&gt;. And that is without doubt. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ely Buendia&lt;/span&gt;, have a blessed birthday! :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;first day&lt;/span&gt; for my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;second semester&lt;/span&gt; in my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;first year&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;College&lt;/span&gt;! I'm so excited for the upcoming days. I've been waiting for another semester to come and I really do want to challenge my self for the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;26 units&lt;/span&gt; that I need to attain until I finish my Freshmen year as a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Mass Communication Student&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Math I&lt;/span&gt;, (ohhh, love the numbers. Haha!) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Psychology I&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Political Science&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Speech I&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Literature I&lt;/span&gt;! Horray for me! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try to update this blog (which I failed to do over the past semestral break. And now it's over. Booohoo!) as much as possible. Including the delayed posts of the past months. Magugulat na lang kayo unti unitng nadadagdagan 'yang &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;September&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;October&lt;/span&gt;. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for now, I'll be off to fix my things and and try to sleep early? Weh. That didn't happen ever since I promised myself to sleep early. Hahahaha! To cut this short, I'll be leaving with a wonderful verse for all of you ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Apostle Paul&lt;/span&gt; said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;For to me, to live is Christ and to die is gain..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Philippians 1:21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good night, God bless! :x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1183602674771354187-3452787192493028044?l=jeahlabyeshua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeahlabyeshua.blogspot.com/feeds/3452787192493028044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1183602674771354187&amp;postID=3452787192493028044&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1183602674771354187/posts/default/3452787192493028044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1183602674771354187/posts/default/3452787192493028044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeahlabyeshua.blogspot.com/2008/11/death-your-final-appointment.html' title='Death: Your final appointment'/><author><name>Jeah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09297568703198514552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SUgUjgeU2xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KHDv-HyrJ10/S220/ssdfsdf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1183602674771354187.post-7728704404918558595</id><published>2008-11-01T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T16:58:23.755+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relatives'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ministry-Corban Wheels Presentation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evangelism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christ-likeness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Youth Alive Ministry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soul Winning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pastor Marvin Roberts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christianity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Contagious Christian'/><title type='text'>Where's your final destination?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yey. Overnight last night! Haha. Redundant ba? Any way, I totally had fun with my relatives. 'Di kami ganun kadami pero, it's fine. Last night, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kuya Noel&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Tita Linette&lt;/span&gt; drove us,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; APAT DAPAT&lt;/span&gt;, (kasi kung lima kami, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FAB FIVE&lt;/span&gt; ang tawag, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kuya Beso&lt;/span&gt; is not with us.)  to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Himlayang Pilipino&lt;/span&gt;. Fortunately, the traffic is not really heavy so we made our way inside. They were able to find a parking spot and walk our way to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;'s graveyard. My cousins and I with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wiess&lt;/span&gt; were laughing at different kinds of Tent Set-up present at the cemetery. Hahaha some of them really brought huge tents which we usually put up as "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pang-buong baranggay&lt;/span&gt;"! Haha. Only to find out that our tent is also huge. But well in fact, the good thing is, it doesn't seem to catch some attention from anyone. Though the air bed of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lolo&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lola&lt;/span&gt; (where they used to sleep on in States and where&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Lolo &lt;/span&gt;took his last breath) was brought and placed inside the tent. Cool! Haha. Air bed in a cemetery. That's what made other people look at us. And oh, by the way, there's more. Tha big tarpaulin, displayed inside the tent. It was edited by my cousin, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kuya Mark&lt;/span&gt;-slash- "Adobe Photoshop and Windows Movie Maker Genius".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SVHUs4RA43I/AAAAAAAAABg/iSfbQBLjXVw/s1600-h/Edited+Lolo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SVHUs4RA43I/AAAAAAAAABg/iSfbQBLjXVw/s320/Edited+Lolo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283237705365382002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lolo&lt;/span&gt; still doesn't have his tomb stone/lapida(?) 'cause the elders wanted it to be special. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tito Pim&lt;/span&gt; showed me this picture and he said this will be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lolo&lt;/span&gt;'s Tombstone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SVHUtBkj0gI/AAAAAAAAABo/VDt2-D3LrEI/s1600-h/Lapida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 202px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SVHUtBkj0gI/AAAAAAAAABo/VDt2-D3LrEI/s320/Lapida.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283237707863282178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So moving on, last night, my cousins &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kuya Mark&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mae &lt;/span&gt;bonded together with&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Shobe&lt;/span&gt;. And yes&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Himlayang Pilipino&lt;/span&gt; is not like any other Memorial Cemeteries. They had small stores inside the vicinity. Name it all! Greenwhich, Gerry's Grill, Jollibee, Zagu, Chowking, Tokyo-Tokyo, and what not. Haha. We first strolled around though it was dark and of course, pedophile-looking people will always be in the scenes. Haha! Laugh trip because of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shobe&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*strolling* (happened at different times)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wiess&lt;/span&gt;: Dun tayo sa mga private na mga patay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wiess&lt;/span&gt;: Uy super rich people siguro dito dun naman tayo sa super duper private!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wiess&lt;/span&gt;: Wow, ka-elibs naman to.. Libingan na nga lang, ang dami pang arte. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wiess&lt;/span&gt;: Dun naman tayo sa mega rich private na mga libingan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeah&lt;/span&gt;: Bakit ang ingay? Ganito ba talaga dito? (because of the chapel announcements)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kuya Mark&lt;/span&gt;: Sige gusto mo mag ingay ka din para makaganti ka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ano Wiess ha? Ano pa gusto mo puntahan? Doon sa mga libingan na may swimming pool at may house resort? Tara!&lt;/span&gt;" -&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kuya Mark&lt;/span&gt;. Hahaha. Parang ngayon lang nakapuntang sementeryo si &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wiess&lt;/span&gt;. But actually, it was our first time to stay overnight there. I saw &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nicole Calape&lt;/span&gt; just after we used the comfort rooms. Haha. I never thought I would see her in a big, populated place like that 'cause &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aira&lt;/span&gt; told me that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nicole&lt;/span&gt; was there. We waved at each other..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jollibee&lt;/span&gt;, and bought some siomais, snacks and such. Though inside the tent we have loads of Chips and Sandwiches to grumble on. Picture, laugh trip.. When we arrived at our tent around 12:00 to 1:00 in the morning, we saw &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tito Pim&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tita Pie &lt;/span&gt;sleeping already. Haha! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kuya Noel&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Tita Linette&lt;/span&gt; went off to go home. We talked and laughed a lot but we slept at around 4:00 AM. I though I won't be closing my ayes for a long time but I did. I was the last one to sleep and the first one to wake up. I was awakened by new comers beside &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lolo&lt;/span&gt;'s graveyard. Seems like the child is suffering from autism. And I was right. He tickled the foot of my sister without even knowing her. He read the words written on the tarp. aloud! It served as my alarm clock. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so yeah, today, just before we clean up and dis-assemble the tents, I looked for a loading station and loaded someone that I really really miss. I wonder if he also miss me. Well, that was a big effort from me 'cause I have to undergo long walking before I can finally purchase load for him. But I think he didn't appreciate it. Any way, I sent a group message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Our mission is an outflow of our intimate and personal relationship with Jesus Christ. It is the result of Christ's Passion adn Love that swallows the whole of you and you can't contain it within yourself thats why you share." Don't be ashamed Child of God!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicowl C. Sa laki ng Himlayang Pilipino nakita pa kita! Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  Prince. I miss you and  I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Good morning! God bless! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8:00&lt;/span&gt; in the morning, we went off and went home. After arriving at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Project 6&lt;/span&gt;, we unloaded our things and went at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;McDonalds&lt;/span&gt; for breakfast. Kulitan moments with my Tito.&lt;br /&gt;*talking about careers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeah&lt;/span&gt;: Gusto ko din mainvolve sa Radio Show e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tito Pim&lt;/span&gt;: Edi dapat may pagka-"green" ka diba para nakakatawa ka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kuya Mark&lt;/span&gt;: Pa, matagal na 'yang may pagka green.&lt;br /&gt;*laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home again and bonded a little at&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Project 6&lt;/span&gt;. A cute puppy was found around the Car Wash. Haha. We played with it at the Garden.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Kuya mark&lt;/span&gt; put "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Naruto&lt;/span&gt;" (that's the name given to the dog. Haha!) on the top of a not-so-high (but high for a puppy like him) chair. And then "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Naruto&lt;/span&gt;" tried to go down. He fell, *pilay*! Haha! Tawa kami ng tawa sa paglakad niya pero cute padin siya. They went home. I slept and rested for a while and after some time, exactly &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4:30 PM&lt;/span&gt;, I made my way to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Word of Hope Church&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Youth Alive Service&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Corban Wheels Theater&lt;/span&gt; presented their piece of "skit" about hell. It was derived from the Video &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"A Letter From Hell"&lt;/span&gt; na memorize na ng &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YA&lt;/span&gt; kasi dati sunod sunod ito pinakita nung &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reality of Hell Series&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SVHheDURQoI/AAAAAAAAACI/AAUDKeJaB5I/s1600-h/1_200703814l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SVHheDURQoI/AAAAAAAAACI/AAUDKeJaB5I/s320/1_200703814l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283251744284951170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SVHheB1WI6I/AAAAAAAAACA/12aZrDdjyAQ/s1600-h/1_287478476l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SVHheB1WI6I/AAAAAAAAACA/12aZrDdjyAQ/s320/1_287478476l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283251743886812066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SVHheBxFidI/AAAAAAAAAB4/IKeyIim_IDQ/s1600-h/1_738195357l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SVHheBxFidI/AAAAAAAAAB4/IKeyIim_IDQ/s320/1_738195357l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283251743868946898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SVHhdvWPutI/AAAAAAAAABw/QNWqSh07z2Y/s1600-h/1_858883454l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SVHhdvWPutI/AAAAAAAAABw/QNWqSh07z2Y/s320/1_858883454l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283251738924530386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This video is for those CHRISTIANS who still hold back on sharing God's word to their friends, especially their best friends.. Don't let this happen to you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gmKgD555KWw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gmKgD555KWw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pastor Marvin&lt;/span&gt; talked about the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reality of hell&lt;/span&gt; again but it was titled, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Where's your final destination?&lt;/span&gt;" since it's All Saint's/ All Soul's Day. I was blessed 'cause many young people still attended despite the holiday season.&lt;br /&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/1183602674771354187-7728704404918558595?l=jeahlabyeshua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeahlabyeshua.blogspot.com/feeds/7728704404918558595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1183602674771354187&amp;postID=7728704404918558595&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1183602674771354187/posts/default/7728704404918558595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1183602674771354187/posts/default/7728704404918558595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeahlabyeshua.blogspot.com/2008/11/wheres-your-final-destination.html' title='Where&apos;s your final destination?'/><author><name>Jeah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09297568703198514552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SUgUjgeU2xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KHDv-HyrJ10/S220/ssdfsdf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SVHUs4RA43I/AAAAAAAAABg/iSfbQBLjXVw/s72-c/Edited+Lolo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1183602674771354187.post-6729643483332516725</id><published>2008-10-31T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T13:32:48.273+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relatives'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fellowship'/><title type='text'>Celebrate Lolo's life :)</title><content type='html'>Good morning everyone! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later this afternoon, we will be off for an overnight party (?) at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Himlayang Pilipino&lt;/span&gt;. Haha! What I mean is we'll be enjoying each other's company there. All from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pascuals&lt;/span&gt; of course. My cousins and Tito't Tita's na mas isip bata pa sa'min. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time, and so we will be having lots of fun. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;First time to stay over night in a cemetery&lt;/span&gt;. First time to stay over night in a cemetery. FIRST TIME TO STAY OVER NIGHT IN A CEMETERY!! :)) I think &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tito Pim&lt;/span&gt; is setting up a big tent right now para daw mamayang hapon pagdating namin doon, hindi kami mauubusan ng pwesto. And excited na ako kasi kakain kami ng madaming chips doon! Haha. Ba't kasi junk pa tawag dun? Ayun bawal tuloy kami. :| At magpupuyat kami of course. I'm smelling F-U-N right now. Haha! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am still saddened though. Because we're not with Christian people. My &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lolo&lt;/span&gt; (the one we'll be visting later) and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Lola&lt;/span&gt; are Christians. US Citizens, though. So my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lola&lt;/span&gt; is at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;California &lt;/span&gt;right now. I bet she's crying always. :( And my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lolo&lt;/span&gt;, of course, enjoying God's presence already! :) My Christian relatives, (pure Christian, I mean all of them) is in the Father's side. My &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daddy&lt;/span&gt;'s brothers and sisters are Pastors, Evangelists, Missionaries and Song leaders! Heehee. Whenever we visit our &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lola&lt;/span&gt; (who passed away last 2006) in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Antipolo&lt;/span&gt;, yeah, we do fellowship. We have guitars and lots of Christians Songs to sing along with. Mas marami kasi akong pinsan tapos mas maliliit pa sa Father's side so I can really feel na Ate ako at ayon siyempre ang ku-kyut nila. Mas masaya. Especially the Sharing and Praying part. Sa Mother's side naman, were just few and almost all are US based. 5 lang kami dito sa Philippines. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE FAB FIVE&lt;/span&gt;, as our older relatives put it. Haha! We're close and tight ever since we were small kids. We're all studying hard kahit puede na kami mag migrate lahat. Mas maganda Education dito 'diba? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, even though they (Mother's side) are not Born Agains, they're still my relatives, so it'll be a great experience! In fact, 'yung dalawa naming pinsan (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mae&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kuya Mark&lt;/span&gt;) na-invite na namin sa church 'yun. And they did accepted JC as their personal Savior and Lord already! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'mma be back tomorrow to give my blog a little (Oh I bet this will not gonna be 'little') update on what happend. Take care everyone! Especially those who will catch a glimpse of their past loved ones. Oh c'mon! I'm not scaring you. Creepy isn't it? Haha! Kidding! Have fun! God bless you! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1183602674771354187-6729643483332516725?l=jeahlabyeshua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeahlabyeshua.blogspot.com/feeds/6729643483332516725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1183602674771354187&amp;postID=6729643483332516725&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1183602674771354187/posts/default/6729643483332516725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1183602674771354187/posts/default/6729643483332516725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeahlabyeshua.blogspot.com/2008/10/celebrate-lolos-life.html' title='Celebrate Lolo&apos;s life :)'/><author><name>Jeah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09297568703198514552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SUgUjgeU2xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KHDv-HyrJ10/S220/ssdfsdf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1183602674771354187.post-1005811368786420156</id><published>2008-10-18T09:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T13:29:15.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Much Love!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HEyiQnOgvas/SPk-b0iQRII/AAAAAAAAAPQ/TqdO1VuErRY/s1600-h/awardemila.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HEyiQnOgvas/SPk-b0iQRII/AAAAAAAAAPQ/TqdO1VuErRY/s320/awardemila.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258302687611470978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Link the person who started this award. (&lt;a href="http://oreo-raindrop.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Jey-Em&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;2. Link the person who "LOVE" you.&lt;br /&gt;3. Post the rules on your blog.&lt;br /&gt;4. Tag 7 people at the end of your post and link to them.&lt;br /&gt;5. Let each person know they have been "LOVED" and leave a comment on their blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jey-Em&lt;/span&gt; gave me this award and I am tagging: uh, no one for now. I'm still thinking about it. Haha. But hey! It doesn't mean that I'm not loving  somebody right now. In fact, I love you all! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any ways, thanks for showing some love, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jey-Em&lt;/span&gt;! God bless! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1183602674771354187-1005811368786420156?l=jeahlabyeshua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeahlabyeshua.blogspot.com/feeds/1005811368786420156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1183602674771354187&amp;postID=1005811368786420156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1183602674771354187/posts/default/1005811368786420156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1183602674771354187/posts/default/1005811368786420156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeahlabyeshua.blogspot.com/2008/10/much-love.html' title='Much Love!'/><author><name>Jeah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09297568703198514552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SUgUjgeU2xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KHDv-HyrJ10/S220/ssdfsdf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HEyiQnOgvas/SPk-b0iQRII/AAAAAAAAAPQ/TqdO1VuErRY/s72-c/awardemila.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1183602674771354187.post-6386739306212663760</id><published>2008-10-14T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T17:13:23.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sembreak :|</title><content type='html'>Hey, this blog site is still active. I'm just gonna start updating my so-yesterday-not-up-to-date &lt;a href="http://jeahlabyeshua.multiply.com/"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Multiply Account&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. I've been so busy for the past couple of months trying to fit in a very outcast atmosphere of College Life, maybe. So, sooner and definitely not later, this site will be updated. First Stop: Multiply, then next stop: Blogspot. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, I'm still trying to cope up with a recent heart break. With the same reason, I should add. Well, maybe, that is all.&lt;br /&gt;Continue to seek the Lord everyday! God bless you always! :&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1183602674771354187-6386739306212663760?l=jeahlabyeshua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeahlabyeshua.blogspot.com/feeds/6386739306212663760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1183602674771354187&amp;postID=6386739306212663760&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1183602674771354187/posts/default/6386739306212663760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1183602674771354187/posts/default/6386739306212663760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeahlabyeshua.blogspot.com/2008/10/sembreak.html' title='Sembreak :|'/><author><name>Jeah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09297568703198514552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SUgUjgeU2xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KHDv-HyrJ10/S220/ssdfsdf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1183602674771354187.post-5309069692559916735</id><published>2008-09-13T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T13:23:05.420+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cell Group-Roces and Company'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rocesians'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Youth Alive Ministry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blessed Jeahpee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pastor Marvin Roberts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stalker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FEU'/><title type='text'>Stalker's Mayhems :))</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Filipino&lt;/span&gt;. I was absent hahaha!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Prof. David &lt;/span&gt;awarded us with certificates. Check my Multiply Acct. for the very funny awards. And yes, I'm so blessed to say that our group was one of the best. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jemmah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;was the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; best supporting actress, Russel, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;best supporting actor, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yuji&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;, the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; best actor! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; JOJI, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; MOST BAKLA EVER AWARD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; =))))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 445px; height: 333px;" src="http://images.jeahlabyeshua.multiply.com/image/7/photos/114/500x500/56/snapshot170.jpg?et=DVzmSHT9XVjLlt%2BAkiqlRw&amp;amp;nmid=115333223" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 443px; height: 333px;" src="http://images.jeahlabyeshua.multiply.com/image/4/photos/114/500x500/50/Lpk.jpg?et=AosfSM5Q08ZrrfSSfgMAZg&amp;amp;nmid=115333223" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 444px; height: 334px;" src="http://images.jeahlabyeshua.multiply.com/image/4/photos/114/500x500/49/mn.jpg?et=TihHLOuiPSHQS0d1FKRh4Q&amp;amp;nmid=115333223" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 443px; height: 333px;" src="http://images.jeahlabyeshua.multiply.com/image/4/photos/114/500x500/48/td.jpg?et=u8SxdF9WlStwbq1XQ8AGsQ&amp;amp;nmid=115333223" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 444px; height: 333px;" src="http://images.jeahlabyeshua.multiply.com/image/4/photos/114/500x500/51/L.jpg?et=6vWlNjI2fOuxFB0lTc05wQ&amp;amp;nmid=115333223" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt;. Break. I didn't eat. Hahaha. I'm the heroine of our group. I went home!! Wohoo! I was praying na makaabot parin sa klase. I went home to fetch our Tarpaulin na obviously, ngayon lang matatapos. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One hour and thirty minutes is the allotted time for our lunch break. Oh noes. Hahaha! And by God's grace, I was able to come back to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FEU&lt;/span&gt; on time. A little late though but we were able to report. Hahaha! Laugh trip e. :)) Dismissed. Went to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; JP&lt;/span&gt;'s. Nagpa deliver kami ng &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;McDonalds&lt;/span&gt; for our mirienda. Na isang oras naming hinintay kasi naligaw! Hahaha. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YA&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pastor Marvin&lt;/span&gt; was preaching about sins when he mentioned na may nakita daw siyang &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friendster&lt;/span&gt; na isang &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Youth Alive&lt;/span&gt; daw pero may bastos na picture. 'Di daw niya kilala e. I was alarmed, thinking of my stalker, 'Yves Ashley'. *fast forward* after the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; YA Service&lt;/span&gt;, we our Cell group,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Roces and Company&lt;/span&gt;, went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PotPot&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bakery&lt;/span&gt; dating tambayan :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of the fun and fellowship that we're having, I cried. 'Cause &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kuya Bobby&lt;/span&gt; honestly said that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pastor Marvin&lt;/span&gt; is pertaining to somone na nasa cell group namin. Girl daw. E tatlo lang kaming babae. Ako, kapatid ko, at si &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maine&lt;/span&gt;. Impossible na silang dalawa. And then&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Domar &lt;/span&gt;noticed that I was crying. Edi sinabi na ni &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kuya Bob&lt;/span&gt;, ako nga daw 'yon. My sister was right. Dapat dati pa lang, sinabi ko na kila &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pastor&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kuya Bob&lt;/span&gt; 'yong about sa &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;stalker&lt;/span&gt; na 'yon kasi nga he's using the ministry sa Friendster Profiles niya and using my pictures also!!!! Baka kasi akalain ng ibang &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Youth Alive&lt;/span&gt;, ganoon ako ka bastos. Akalain nila akin 'yon. I cried because of fear. Matagal na pala daw nakita nila&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Pastor&lt;/span&gt; 'yon. Hindi lang nila ako kinakausap. Natakot ako lalo kasi inadd daw ni&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; stalker&lt;/span&gt; 'yung mga &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YA leaders&lt;/span&gt;. D;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was frightened that it urged me to know who the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;stalker &lt;/span&gt;really is. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marvin&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kuya Bob&lt;/span&gt;'s brother has connections because he works in a Computer Shop and he can hack Friendster Accounts. He promised me that he will help. I hope &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pastor Marvin&lt;/span&gt; will talk to me sooner or later. Kasi may hinala daw sila na 'yung stalker na 'yon, close ko. At sobrang close na close ko daw. Na na adik na sa'kin, up to the point that he's only attending &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Youth Alive Services&lt;/span&gt; just to see me. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray for him, would you? I hope he knows what he's doing. :S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1183602674771354187-5309069692559916735?l=jeahlabyeshua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeahlabyeshua.blogspot.com/feeds/5309069692559916735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1183602674771354187&amp;postID=5309069692559916735&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1183602674771354187/posts/default/5309069692559916735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1183602674771354187/posts/default/5309069692559916735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeahlabyeshua.blogspot.com/2008/12/stalkers-mayhems.html' title='Stalker&apos;s Mayhems :))'/><author><name>Jeah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09297568703198514552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SUgUjgeU2xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KHDv-HyrJ10/S220/ssdfsdf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1183602674771354187.post-5975785318171975635</id><published>2008-09-12T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T13:22:41.451+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cell Group-FEU'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Worship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evangelism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christ-likeness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Share Jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unconditional Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mid Terms Result'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fellowship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christianity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Contagious Christian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Admirers :))'/><title type='text'>Real or No Real?</title><content type='html'>Ever since the Mid Term Examination, I've never been absent again in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Economics&lt;/span&gt;. Absent, NO. Late? Yes. Haha! The truth is,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Professor Acomular&lt;/span&gt; talked to me privately and he told me that I'm one of the excellent students from our section and if I will continue to be tardy, I may have a failing grade. Which no one will expect of course. Isn't it kind or what? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grade in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;History &lt;/span&gt;was given! *drum rolls* &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;82&lt;/span&gt;! *boink* Hahaha! I got a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;56/80&lt;/span&gt; Mid Term Exam grade, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;80%&lt;/span&gt; if evaluated. Hey! For a Subject wherein your teacher doesn't teach at all, you'll be so glad for attaining that grade already! I'm serious. Am I? Hahaha. I really thank God for I know He always makes a way for His children. To those who deserves it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today is a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Friday&lt;/span&gt;, free day. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cell day&lt;/span&gt;! :D&lt;br /&gt;I met up with&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Juliet&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Freedom Park&lt;/span&gt; and waited for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ate Kat&lt;/span&gt;. Since there's no sign of waiting fro the others to come, we headed to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KFC, Morayta&lt;/span&gt;. I was appointed to lead the cell. &lt;u&gt;Impromptu!&lt;/u&gt; No beforehand preparations at all. And so I prayed that may God give me a message to relay to them, on the spot. :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I thought of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Romans 12:9-11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;REAL OR NOT REAL CHRISTIAN?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God was (and is of course) so great that I said these every lines. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you have a RIGHT relationship with God, it will definitely show&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;We have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TWO kinds&lt;/span&gt; of relationship, the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VERTICAL&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HORIZONTAL&lt;/span&gt;&gt;&gt; The vertical is your relationship with God while the horizontal is your relationship with people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Point number 1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Loving Sincerely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(verse 9)&lt;br /&gt;Ask yourself, Am I loving God and Man sincerely with deep conviction, no matter what life might bring? These people who loves sincerely are loving God without hypocrisy. If you say you love God, you must mean it. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you love God, in your mind, there is nothing above God&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saint Augustine of Assis&lt;/span&gt;i once asked,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; If you were to be given a choice, And you will only choose one, who will you chose? God or the other thing you love the most?&lt;/span&gt; Think about it. There is this thing we call the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Nominal Christians'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (To know more about being a 'Nominal Christian', &lt;a href="http://www.comprehensivechristian.com/The-Nominal-Christian-comprehensivechristian.com.asp"&gt;&lt;u&gt;click here.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Those&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;who claim that they are Christian in nature and in every aspect but in reality, they can't even show they love Jesus because of the reason that they can not imitate Him resulting to what? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;They can't even share God's word to their friends and  loved ones&lt;/span&gt;. Something's holding them back. It may be fear or anything, but the fact is, to be a real Christian, you really need true feeding. When we say true feeding, it doesn't come from a typical Sunday service that you regularly attend to. It comes from a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;one-to-one discipleship&lt;/span&gt; that comes from a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ministry&lt;/span&gt; where you can learn and focus in being a matured Christian, and you can have fellowship to, so you can have friends that are matured and will be influencing you to learn about God more. With depth. God said, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Narrow is the gate of my mansion, widen it so that you may enter."&lt;/span&gt; If you have Jesus in your heart, you have everything in this world. Look beyond the status and fame of life. One evident fact of not showing sincere love to others is always pinpointing at their failures. Sincere love is demonstrating love when someone is at their lowest point in life. Genuine love is shown by imitating Jesus, and if Jesus thought of ministering people, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DON'T BE ASHAMED! MINISTER TO YOUR FRIENDS! &lt;/span&gt;Now that is sincere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Point number 2. Clinging to what is good.&lt;/span&gt; (verse 9)&lt;br /&gt;Clinging to what is fitting, upright and HOLY before God. We are confessing and saying we are Christians but Jesus is not being seen in our lives? Then we are fooling others and our selves as well. How does living a holy life looks like? To be holy, is to break our sinful habits. Lust, pride, critical pointer, gossiper, bitterness, unforgiving spirit, tantrums, slander, lying, YOU NAME IT. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Holiness is learning to hate what God hates!&lt;/span&gt; Holiness is conformity to the character of God. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Christlikeness&lt;/span&gt;, dude! Be a regular reader and attender, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JOIN A MINISTRY&lt;/span&gt; to know how to be like Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Point number 3. Honoring Graciously.&lt;/span&gt; (verse 11)&lt;br /&gt;This simply means, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;giving credit to others&lt;/span&gt;. We all have flaws and imperfections but if we try to appreciate one another, we can always see the good side of each other. Honor others above yourself. Always say&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; thank you!&lt;/span&gt;. Or a simple compliment will do. :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Point number 4. Serving Zealously.&lt;/span&gt; (verse 11)&lt;br /&gt;In serving God, you have to give your best. What do we mean by 'zeal'? &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="sense_content"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="sense_content"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From the Dictionary:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;filled with or characterized by zeal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: italic;"&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; marked by fervent partisanship for a person, a cause, or an ideal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="sense_content"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For my own definition&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Passionate ardor in the pursuit of any thing.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In simple terms, we call it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dedication. Passion. SERIOUSNESS&lt;/span&gt;. Serving God is not a so-so thing. When I say serving God, I mean business. And to do this, one must be inclined to a Ministry where he/she can be encouraged by other Christians to serve with zealousness. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Serving the Lord is what life all about for a Christian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="sense_content"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was it. I hope you learned something. Please don't skip okay? :)&lt;br /&gt;After eating at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KFC,&lt;/span&gt; we walked our way back to the campus and parted. We had a long quiz in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Natural Science&lt;/span&gt;. then &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.E.&lt;/span&gt; Dismissed. I was kind of a hurry when I went home, I turned on the computer and finished editing our layout for the tarpaulin for our reporting in&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Computer.&lt;/span&gt; I need to finish it before the Tarp maker store close. And I need to make it fast because I'm going to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JP&lt;/span&gt;'s house. Hahaha. I rushed and rushed. Went to that store at&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Mindanao Ave&lt;/span&gt;. and I rode a cab to their house. At&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 7:30&lt;/span&gt; in the evening, I helped him answer his &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; home work and finish his &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;comics strip&lt;/span&gt; as their requirement. We prayed a long prayer (as always) before we eat together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and before I forgot, kagabi, nagpaload ako sa tindahan. Kinuha ni 'Ate' 'yung number ko. At the same time, 'yung pangalan ko din. 'Di na ako nagtaka kasi sakaniya ako lagi nagpapaload. Nung pag uwi ko, may nagtext sa akin,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; "Kelby"&lt;/span&gt; daw ang pangalan niya. Taga Project 6, lalaki. Crush na crush niya daw ako. Ang tawag niya sa'kin, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Ms. Cute"&lt;/span&gt;. Waaa! Nag reply ako sakaniya kagabi ng "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sino 'to?&lt;/span&gt;" Pero 'yun lang. Kasi I found out na smart siya. I won't ever ever waste my load balance for him. Haha. Then simula noon every minute na siya kung magtext! Wow ang yaman! "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mS.jeah gs2 u lOadAn Qta? pra rEpZ ka sQen..&lt;/span&gt;"Kahit kaninang umaga, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gUd mrNning mS.cute jEah hihihi inGat p0 u.. Zna mAgkita tEu myA..hihihi..&lt;/span&gt;" err. From that moment, 'di na niya ako tinantanan, even though I don't reply to his messages. Argh! And so I told about this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Kelby"&lt;/span&gt; to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; JP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and his initial reaction? "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mommy! Peram ako ng phone mo!&lt;/span&gt;" Akala ko wala siyang pakielam. Only to find out na kaya niya hiniram phone ni &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tita&lt;/span&gt;, kasi tinext niya 'yong &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Kelby"&lt;/span&gt;. Haha. Sweet. Ayun. Inaway niya. Promdi ata 'yon. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sOrRy tOl, hehe Cge d Q na tetkZ si jEaH.. PiZ aWt..&lt;/span&gt;" =))))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day/night was fine. B&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="sense_content"&gt;ut what really made us delirious is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;, again. We made a test to again prove that she will just respond to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JP&lt;/span&gt;'s messages and not to mine. And then again, we proved it. Then we tried not to reply anymore. Wohooo. Text na ulit siya ng text, making &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JP &lt;/span&gt;reply to her messages. Hahaha. What a *insert adjective here* girl. I forgive her for that. =)))&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I went home late, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10:30-11:00PM&lt;/span&gt;, I think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1183602674771354187-5975785318171975635?l=jeahlabyeshua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeahlabyeshua.blogspot.com/feeds/5975785318171975635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1183602674771354187&amp;postID=5975785318171975635&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1183602674771354187/posts/default/5975785318171975635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1183602674771354187/posts/default/5975785318171975635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeahlabyeshua.blogspot.com/2008/09/real-or-no-real.html' title='Real or No Real?'/><author><name>Jeah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09297568703198514552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SUgUjgeU2xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KHDv-HyrJ10/S220/ssdfsdf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1183602674771354187.post-785535966647889432</id><published>2008-09-11T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T13:22:11.975+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UST'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Share Jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blessed Jeahpee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UAAP'/><title type='text'>Matthew, Mark, Luke and John</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daddy&lt;/span&gt; did not allow me to teach at&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; San Fransisco High School&lt;/span&gt; today 'cause it was raining hard. It made me blue, but besides I even don't know what's gotten into me. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the rain, I asked my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dad&lt;/span&gt; if I can go out and buy myself clothes and pants at the mall. Then he permitted me to go! Yey! I went off to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TriNoma &lt;/span&gt;about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1:30&lt;/span&gt; pm and went to different stores. Window shopping. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JP&lt;/span&gt; asked my through a text message if we can meet and I said &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;. And so I patiently waited for him while I was fitting some pants at the mall. Got my self a shirt and a pants. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3:30pm&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JP&lt;/span&gt; and I met and roamed around while thinking of something to do. We bumped through &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Honeymar&lt;/span&gt;, my high school batch mate from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UST&lt;/span&gt;. What a blessing for her because she's a part of the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UST Teatro Tomasino&lt;/span&gt; and they will be having a play on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;October 1&lt;/span&gt;. Nakasalubong ko lang siya, hahaha. Tapos nakabenta siya kaagad ng ticket! (P120.00) Oh, how I miss her! Aawww. We exchanged hugs and bid goodbyes. Oh by the way, she even commented that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FEU&lt;/span&gt; really deserved to win last &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UAAP Compet&lt;/span&gt;. Told yah! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SM&lt;/span&gt; and decided to watch a movie there. Ngeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="width: 237px; height: 317px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/5/52/Big_Stan_Poster.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table class="infobox vevent" style="width: 20em; text-align: left; font-size: 90%; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" cellspacing="2"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr class="description"&gt;&lt;th&gt;Directed by&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rob_Schneider" title="Rob Schneider"&gt;Rob Schneider&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;Produced by&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rob_Schneider" title="Rob Schneider"&gt;Rob Schneider&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a bit of a matured movie but it has a lot of sense, seriously. It was not that funny though. But over all,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Rob Schneider&lt;/span&gt; was great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mindy&lt;/span&gt;: Before we continue this, I believe you have three words left to tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stan&lt;/span&gt;: Uhh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mindy&lt;/span&gt;: C'mon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stan&lt;/span&gt;: I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mindy&lt;/span&gt;: I?..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stan&lt;/span&gt;: I miss you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mindy&lt;/span&gt;: Oh thank God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hahaha. Dapat&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I love you&lt;/span&gt; 'yon e. Ang role kasi ng asawa niya medyo, you know. Dumb. Haha! :))&lt;br /&gt;We parted our ways home. Some one sent a group message. Sa sobrang concern ko, I replied to that message. Pero and reply lang sa'kin tuldok! Grabe! Siya na nga tinulungan. Amp. Whilst that sender was texting &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JP&lt;/span&gt; ng matinong message. E wala ngang ka concern concern si &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JP&lt;/span&gt; sakaniya. Ako meron, pero. Fine. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home. Went online and started interrogating &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Arrel&lt;/span&gt; to confirm something. I don't want &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JP&lt;/span&gt; to be involved in a fight so 'yon.  I found out na siya rin pala naiinis na. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sorry Arrel&lt;/span&gt;, napagbintangan pa tuloy kita. Pasensiya na. And because of this incident, the three of us have proven that I was right. Emotionally unstable ba? YES. Dagdag bawas? YES. Attention seeker? YES. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just pray for that person's enlightenment. On a lighter note, I am chatting with my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mom&lt;/span&gt; right now. Online Bible study as usual. About the Gospels. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1183602674771354187-785535966647889432?l=jeahlabyeshua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeahlabyeshua.blogspot.com/feeds/785535966647889432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1183602674771354187&amp;postID=785535966647889432&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1183602674771354187/posts/default/785535966647889432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1183602674771354187/posts/default/785535966647889432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeahlabyeshua.blogspot.com/2008/09/matthew-mark-luke-and-john.html' title='Matthew, Mark, Luke and John'/><author><name>Jeah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09297568703198514552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SUgUjgeU2xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KHDv-HyrJ10/S220/ssdfsdf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1183602674771354187.post-770878918987398518</id><published>2008-09-10T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T13:21:42.197+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Literary Works'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blessed Jeahpee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mid Term Exams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FEU'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Admirers :))'/><title type='text'>"I am the people, the mob"</title><content type='html'>We had a seat work in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Filipino&lt;/span&gt;. And had our Mid Term exam in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt;. Brrr, everyone was with jacket on, shivering. The room was so cold that I even rushed my answers so I can get out of the room at once. When I went outside, I felt that my feet was numb already. I had cramps on my legs because of the coldness. Hahaha.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Computer&lt;/span&gt;? Oh, we discussed about PowerPoint. I'm right. Am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my time to visit &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;McDonalds Road 20&lt;/span&gt; once again. And wait. Wait for an hour and something minutes. Haha. ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating, we went to their house. Para ihatid siya. It's always like that but today was different. He started asking me if I can help him get a good piece for their&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Declamation in English&lt;/span&gt;. He made mention the "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Champion&lt;/span&gt;" and I was right in guessing what is it all about. Haha. We used that music/song in a musical human video before. During the times that I'm still a teacher in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Children's Ministry&lt;/span&gt;. It's for our anniversary. Anyway when we're in his house already, I said it was good and commended him to use it but I remembered how long it is when we actually did the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jesus vs Satan&lt;/span&gt; part of the act. Ang haba haba ng piece na 'yon. So I looked for more pieces. And suggested &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carl Sandburg&lt;/span&gt;'s "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I am the people, the mob&lt;/span&gt;". :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am the people--the mob--the crowd--the mass.&lt;br /&gt;Do you know that all the great work of the world is&lt;br /&gt;done through me?&lt;br /&gt;I am the workingman, the inventor, the maker of the&lt;br /&gt;world's food and clothes.&lt;br /&gt;I am the audience that witness history.  The Napo-&lt;br /&gt;leans come from me and the Lincolns.  They die.&lt;br /&gt;And then I send for more Napoleans and&lt;br /&gt;Lincolns.&lt;br /&gt;I am the seed ground.  I am the prairie that will stand&lt;br /&gt;for much plowing.  Terrible storms pass over me.&lt;br /&gt;I forget.  The best of me is sucked out and wasted.&lt;br /&gt;I forget.  Everything but Death comes to me and&lt;br /&gt;makes me work and give up what I have.  And I&lt;br /&gt;forget.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I growl, shake myself and spatter a few red&lt;br /&gt;drops for history to remember.  Then--I forget.&lt;br /&gt;When I, the People, learn to remember, when I, the&lt;br /&gt;People, use the lessons of yesterday and no longer&lt;br /&gt;forget who robbed me last year, who played me for&lt;br /&gt;a fool--then there will be no speaker in all the world&lt;br /&gt;say the name: "The People," with any fleck of a&lt;br /&gt;sneer in his voice or any far-off smile of derision.&lt;br /&gt;The mob--the crowd--the mass--will arrive then&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We practiced every word's pronunciation, diction and accent? Hahaha! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tita Gie&lt;/span&gt; kept on insulting &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JP&lt;/span&gt;'s voice. Bading daw. I went home early 'cause it rained. I went online. NO! Invisible. And then si &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joses&lt;/span&gt;, nahuli na naman ako. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Invi ka na naman no?&lt;/span&gt;" Hahaha. It already happened twice. xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakatext ko si &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jolyn&lt;/span&gt; ngayon. Nangungulit na si &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reyjude&lt;/span&gt;. He kept on asking if he can you know, court or uhg! Stop! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mag load ka na Jeh!!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Puede ba manligaw?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Talaga? Miss na kita&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alam mo naman simula pa nung elemntary e.. :c&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bakit ba lagi mo sinasabi magagalit si Lord? :(&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Period. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1183602674771354187-770878918987398518?l=jeahlabyeshua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeahlabyeshua.blogspot.com/feeds/770878918987398518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1183602674771354187&amp;postID=770878918987398518&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1183602674771354187/posts/default/770878918987398518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1183602674771354187/posts/default/770878918987398518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeahlabyeshua.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-am-people-mob.html' title='&quot;I am the people, the mob&quot;'/><author><name>Jeah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09297568703198514552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SUgUjgeU2xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KHDv-HyrJ10/S220/ssdfsdf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1183602674771354187.post-1686932130859980389</id><published>2008-09-09T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T13:21:18.813+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blessed Jeahpee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mass Communication'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FEU'/><title type='text'>Truth shall set us free</title><content type='html'>I can't remember a single happening. :|&lt;br /&gt;All I can recall is that I am furious about everything that's happening right now. :|&lt;br /&gt;And oh, I almost forgot, we did watch the uncut versions of the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UAAP Cheer dance Compet &lt;/span&gt;through &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carlo&lt;/span&gt;'s PSP, had a quiz in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;History&lt;/span&gt; about Assimilation and such. Etc, etc, etc. :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.E.&lt;/span&gt; time!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Since we don't have our&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; P.E. &lt;/span&gt;Class&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;(because Professor Alolor is out with her team the FEU Cheering Squad for a victory party. Haha!)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We used it our time to prepare for a competition&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. Professor Cruz- David&lt;/span&gt; (Filipino Prof) chose the fourth group to compete with other sections that she's handling for a not-so-official&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Inter-Section Competition&lt;/span&gt; for the Filipino Subject. Our representatives (Group 4) were great of course, TATAK MASSCOMM &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Block 2&lt;/span&gt;! :D We won the Championship. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Anak"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 450px; height: 338px;" src="http://images.jeahlabyeshua.multiply.com/image/4/photos/114/500x500/77/snapshot181.jpg?et=hKMsphs5O0BOc4McxrY46A&amp;amp;nmid=115333223" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I look at my Y&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;M Archive, I found out that I chatted with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Arrel&lt;/span&gt;, and no one but him. Nagulat nga din ako e. Haha. Pero sandali lang as in two minutes? 'Yon. According to him, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lizette&lt;/span&gt;'s DSL is broken so she was not able to go online. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memory gap. &gt;_&lt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Just want to share, last &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;September 7&lt;/span&gt; midnight until &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;September 8&lt;/span&gt; ng madaling araw, magka chat kami ni &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JP&lt;/span&gt;. At least we're fine now. God is great you know, after everything that had happened. I know that will never be the last problem that we will encounter, and I'm blessed to know that God will always stay by our side. :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jaypee&lt;/span&gt; (9/7/2008 10:48:51 PM): may tanong ako :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeah&lt;/span&gt; (9/7/2008 10:48:55 PM): Anu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jaypee&lt;/span&gt; (9/7/2008 10:49:15 PM): masama ba talga akong tao?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeah&lt;/span&gt; (9/7/2008 10:49:35 PM): Hndi.  Nagiging msama ka kasi sa dalawang reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jaypee&lt;/span&gt; (9/7/2008 10:49:50 PM): anu po un?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And then I told him the truth 'cause I want to help him feel better. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Immaturity&lt;/span&gt;. Kasi alam mo na nga na mali, wala ka pa ding ggawin para maiba yung "MALI" at gawing tama. Though alam mo yung tama, you still chose to do the "Mali" which is very immature.&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pride&lt;/span&gt;. God uses people to help you change. -- preaching yan last attend mo ng YA. Kasi God cannot appear to you ng biglaan diba? Hello! O tapos ayun, so every people na makikilala mo has something na handa para tulungan ka. And the problem is, ayaw mong makinig. You tend to belive na tama ka, ikaw lang. Ayaw mo mag submit sa mas nakakataas. Ayaw mo makinig sa nakakatanda. Ayaw mo mapagsabihan ng kung anu gagawin. The point is.. Di ka naman pagsasabihan kung di ka immature. Yung alam mo na di mo pa ginagawa. Gets mo?&lt;/blockquote&gt;Kaya pala niya 'yon tinanong kasi .. (confidential) I feel bad for those persons na kinuwento niya. Maybe they need some parenting advice 'cause they're getting off the chart and I believe it's too much. Redundant. Haha! Aaw I really felt JP's Christianity is growing and growing 'cause he's becoming vulnerable to hurt na rin. And he doesn't take revenge for any of it, kahit abusuhin pa siya. Thank God. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I intended to hide their identities. Hahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jaypee&lt;/span&gt; (9/7/2008 11:15:45 PM): meron ako naalala mababaw lang naman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jaypee&lt;/span&gt; (9/7/2008 11:16:20 PM): "Ang Bote" (Bow)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeah&lt;/span&gt; (9/7/2008 11:16:32 PM): Tapos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jaypee&lt;/span&gt; (9/7/2008 11:16:42 PM): si &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boy2&lt;/span&gt; ay parating may bote para marefillan at inuman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jaypee&lt;/span&gt; (9/7/2008 11:16:55 PM): parating humihiram si &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boy1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jaypee &lt;/span&gt;(9/7/2008 11:17:00 PM): ng bote sa kanya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jaypee&lt;/span&gt; (9/7/2008 11:17:20 PM): ngunit isang araw na hindi naka bili si &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boy2&lt;/span&gt; ng mineral water(wala syang bote)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jaypee&lt;/span&gt; (9/7/2008 11:17:28 PM): at si &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boy1 &lt;/span&gt;ay meron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jaypee&lt;/span&gt; (9/7/2008 11:17:32 PM): nanghiram si &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boy2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jaypee&lt;/span&gt; (9/7/2008 11:17:37 PM): ngunit sabi ni &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boy1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jaypee&lt;/span&gt; (9/7/2008 11:17:50 PM): "bumili ka na lang dun manghihiram kapa may pera ka naman"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jaypee&lt;/span&gt; (9/7/2008 11:17:54 PM): oh diba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jaypee&lt;/span&gt; (9/7/2008 11:17:56 PM): ang chaka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;So&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; rules&lt;/span&gt; again. He suggested that I must always be reminded of these whenever I see our ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Jaypee (9/7/2008 11:43:41 PM): mahal everytime makikita mo yang singsing na nakasuot sau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;1. eto bang ginagawa ko pag nakita ni JP matutuwa siya?&lt;br /&gt;2. eto bang ginagawa ko ginagawa nang mahinhin na babae?&lt;br /&gt;3. eto bang ginagawa ko walang maapektuhan o masasaktan?&lt;br /&gt;4. eto bang sinasabi ko natural na sinasabi nang isang babae?&lt;br /&gt;5. eto bang sinasabi ko hindi bastos?&lt;br /&gt;6. eto bang sinsasabi ko dapat kong sabihin?&lt;br /&gt;Jaypee (9/7/2008 11:45:10 PM): oh ayan! tandaan mo parati yang anim na yan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Ako rin. Siyempre! This is from me. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;1. eto bang ginagawa ko pag nakita ni God matutuwa siya?&lt;br /&gt;2. eto bang ginagawa ko ginagawa nang Matino na lalaki?&lt;br /&gt;3. eto bang ginagawa ko walang maapektuhan o masasaktan?&lt;br /&gt;4. eto bang sinasabi ko natural na sinasabi nang isang Christian??&lt;br /&gt;5. eto bang sinasabi ko hindi bastos?&lt;br /&gt;6. eto bang sinsasabi ko dapat kong sabihin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jaypee&lt;/span&gt; (9/7/2008 11:46:59 PM): awts parang inedit lang ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Edit&lt;/span&gt;(Aug.10): We slept by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12:20am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&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/1183602674771354187-1686932130859980389?l=jeahlabyeshua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeahlabyeshua.blogspot.com/feeds/1686932130859980389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1183602674771354187&amp;postID=1686932130859980389&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1183602674771354187/posts/default/1686932130859980389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1183602674771354187/posts/default/1686932130859980389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeahlabyeshua.blogspot.com/2008/09/truth-shall-set-us-free.html' title='Truth shall set us free'/><author><name>Jeah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09297568703198514552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SUgUjgeU2xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KHDv-HyrJ10/S220/ssdfsdf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1183602674771354187.post-1568475673310090617</id><published>2008-09-08T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T13:20:22.022+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UST'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GSI'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FEU Outstanding Alumni'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UAAP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays'/><title type='text'>Decisions are final</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Happy birthday &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeepoy Delas Alas&lt;/span&gt;  and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;John Michael Rolluqui&lt;/span&gt; (Elementary barkada) God bless you both! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey people! How was your day with God? Mine was great! But before I start telling something, I just want to share this hilarious video that&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; JP&lt;/span&gt; sent when I was chatting with him. Hahaha! A video of them at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Glendale&lt;/span&gt;. Haha! I named it "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Garote Clip&lt;/span&gt;", inspired by their last year's short movie, "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Karate Clip&lt;/span&gt;". Cool isn't it? :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GAROTE CLIP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-25a61c3e8f4843aa" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D25a61c3e8f4843aa%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330279696%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D52D086DAF176F58D0E384253A10EA14FEA1955CD.54DBEBCFECD0156998DC4CD063014C590FBD0C0C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D25a61c3e8f4843aa%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D2QLs-Fji8bljdZjkFsi2DcZRYxo&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D25a61c3e8f4843aa%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330279696%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D52D086DAF176F58D0E384253A10EA14FEA1955CD.54DBEBCFECD0156998DC4CD063014C590FBD0C0C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D25a61c3e8f4843aa%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D2QLs-Fji8bljdZjkFsi2DcZRYxo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So yey, no classes! I still have this weird hang over from the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cheer dance Competition&lt;/span&gt; yesterday. Haha! I found out that my cousin, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mae&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UST&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Accounting Freshman&lt;/span&gt;) was also there! And yes, today was pretty much unusual. Why? No muscle pains! I was not able to train my dancing skills for God yesterday. That's way bad. So now I'm a bit drowsy 'cause I'm sick, and for real, I rested. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent my time searching for the official videos of yesterday's competition. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Youtube!&lt;/span&gt; This is how I love dancing, obvious much. I really wanted to join a pep squad or learn cheer dancing or gymnastics and such, but of course if God will allow me to.. I know extreme&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Hip-hop &lt;/span&gt;(Break dance, Pop&amp;amp;Lock and the like) but never knew extreme gymnastics. Oh, experience! Would you please enter my life? Haha. Any way, as I was searching for the videos, all I can say is .. *insert the blog post title for today here* Arte. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why would I say that? For some reasons and I don't see the sense of it, fight were occurring at the comments line in every videos. 'Yung iba galit sa &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UST&lt;/span&gt;, bakit daw nanalo. 'Yung iba dapat daw nanalo 'yung ganiyan ganito. Okay I do admit many people that I know personally ( some are friends and some are former classmates, now &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thomasians&lt;/span&gt;! :P) was surprised that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UST SDT&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;alinggawi &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;ance &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;roupe) won. They say, they don't deserve it 'cause of the repeated routines, pyramids and the like. They also added the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FEU&lt;/span&gt; deserves to be the second placer for the very unique theme and wonderful exhibitions. For my own point of view, after watching the videos of the past &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UST SDT&lt;/span&gt;'s performances, parehong pareho nga sa pinakita nila ngayon. But just for peace sake, I'm contented that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FEU&lt;/span&gt; got the third place. At least their efforts and skills were appreciated by the mass, right? In fact, I'm not in the right position to oppose. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The big deal&lt;/span&gt;: Is there a need for a fight? Haha. You can visit &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YouTube &lt;/span&gt;if you want so you can see for yourself. Naman kasi, mga wala ng manners mga nag-aaway sa comment stream. Some put bad words just to humiliate the student na ina-away niya. 'Di niya ba alam mas nakakahiya siya? Considering the fact na they're all students from the Universities involved in the competition. Grabe mga nabasa ko. Very disappointing. If I would be in the shoes of the school, I'll spit them out of my premises. Hahaha! Kiddin'! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing I was not that war freak or anything just for the sake of my school. Hehe. I'm proud of the different pep/cheering squads that whole-heartedly gave their best yesterday. And yes, I think that's the most important thing.. Those who dedicated their everything in doing their best not just for the sake of winning, but for the sake of the people who inspired them to do their thing. Shake that thing. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True excellence comes from humility, you know..&lt;br /&gt;Ayun lang, a message from a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dancer of God&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm excited 'cause tomorrow, I will have the chance to see the uncut versions. Thank you, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr. and Mrs Ramos&lt;/span&gt;! (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carlo&lt;/span&gt;'s Mom and Dad)&lt;br /&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/1183602674771354187-1568475673310090617?l=jeahlabyeshua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeahlabyeshua.blogspot.com/feeds/1568475673310090617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1183602674771354187&amp;postID=1568475673310090617&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1183602674771354187/posts/default/1568475673310090617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1183602674771354187/posts/default/1568475673310090617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeahlabyeshua.blogspot.com/2008/09/decisions-are-final.html' title='Decisions are final'/><author><name>Jeah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09297568703198514552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SUgUjgeU2xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KHDv-HyrJ10/S220/ssdfsdf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1183602674771354187.post-8943752579849377201</id><published>2008-09-07T13:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T13:19:49.337+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ateneo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UST'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adamson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blessed Jeahpee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UAAP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unconditional Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Admirers :))'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Word of Hope Church'/><title type='text'>2008 Samsung UAAP Cheerdance Competition</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HEyiQnOgvas/SPzeeJ7jHHI/AAAAAAAAAPY/fdIyckHRnzw/s1600-h/2008cheering.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HEyiQnOgvas/SPzeeJ7jHHI/AAAAAAAAAPY/fdIyckHRnzw/s320/2008cheering.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259323074505022578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a blast! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got up very early not because I want to, but because we were advised to. :P&lt;br /&gt;And hey, it's a very beautiful &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;. I love it but then again I'm going to miss &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Corban&lt;/span&gt;'s Dance Training for just a *insert adjective here* Cheer dance Competition. :)) Mean much? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to be, all of us (including our Catholic friends) are going to attend the service. But for some reasons, I don't know why, we ended up meeting different who's who. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Russel&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yuji&lt;/span&gt; (late again) met up with me at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Word of Hope&lt;/span&gt; to attend the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6:00-8:30 Morning Service&lt;/span&gt;. Woah! Ibang iba kapag hapon. :| Or iba lang kasi I wasn't sitting at the front. Which was way unusual. Cab ride until we reach &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Araneta Cubao&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9:00&lt;/span&gt; in the morning. I accompanied &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Russel &lt;/span&gt;'cause he need some bucks from the ATM Machine. Haha! PROMDI. First time sa &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gateway&lt;/span&gt;. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay humiwalay na ako seeing those pitiful College Students in a long line for their tickets. Good thing we're required so our School managed to reserve tickets for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my mind was too preoccupied with things like..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; My load will eventually run out that time. So it'll be impossible for me to contact them (block mates) and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JP&lt;/span&gt; who is currently spending his time with his family inside the church hearing a message from God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; If I ran out of load, how will I contact them? Okay redundant. :)) But what I was really thinking about is, pipila ako just to buy &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JP&lt;/span&gt; a ticket. I want him to come. Really. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt; The line was so uhhhg. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;L.O.N.G.&lt;/span&gt; already. Ang aga-aga pa! Amp. Talk about Guinness Book of Records for forming the Longest line in a Longest Line Party Contest. If there's such thing. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt; I don't know where to gooooo! Saan ba 'yung start ng pila? And all I can hear from the background was "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Weh? Pagdating natin ubus na daw yung Lower A&lt;/span&gt;" Yikes! What I have is a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lower A&lt;/span&gt; Ticket and of course I must get the same ticket for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JP&lt;/span&gt;. Ano ba. Not to mention these few lines from the same background,&lt;br /&gt;"Anong oras magbubukas 'yung gate sa may tickets na?"&lt;br /&gt;"12pm daw pero 'di na pipila."&lt;br /&gt;"Ahh swerte naman nila"&lt;br /&gt;"Bakit ano oras ba magbubukas Ticket Booth? 11 ata or 12 na din."&lt;br /&gt;WOAH! It was just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9:00&lt;/span&gt; for peace sake! Dreadful. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Globe&lt;/span&gt;'s in a very awful breakup with their signals. Kaya kahit saan ka magpa-load, hindi nila tatanggapin 'cause the network where "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;malakas tayo!&lt;/span&gt;" is broken. Darn it! Oh, so kumusta naman? :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waaa. Andami pa. Buti na lang nakita ko si &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reyjude&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; HRM&lt;/span&gt; Freshman. The guy I was talking about in my past posts. My stalker/manliligaw way back my Elementary Days. Sinamahan niya ako kahit may ticket na siya, nakapila siya kasi akala niya daw pipila. Yes, bumabanat pa nga e. I told him I can handle myself. He can leave me anytime. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Di sige, hintayin kita hanggat makabili ka..&lt;/span&gt;" --&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reyjude&lt;/span&gt;. Naks. Bait noh? Eto pa mas mabait. Gamit kong phone, phone ng Block mate ko. Si &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rizza.&lt;/span&gt; And take note, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SMART&lt;/span&gt; Subscriber siya. I used her phone to text &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JP&lt;/span&gt; all through out my waiting time sa pila. When the Ticket Booth opened at about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10:40&lt;/span&gt;+ something, (Buti na lang nauna 'yung sa Ticket boot kasi kung nauna 'yung sa Coliseum gates, magpa-panic ako. E kahit nagpa-panic na ako talaga. Haha!) iniwan na ako ni &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reyjud&lt;/span&gt;e. At ang bait talaga, babanat pa e. Haha. He finally agreed with me to give up on waiting for me. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My experience was oh so full of adjectives. :))&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Why? ERRR kasi may mga (Sorry. I'll try not to be rude but hello!) lesbians. Homo. Ewan. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UP&lt;/span&gt; Students pa. Naglilingkisan sa pila. Both girls. :| It's okay sa lahat naman ng universities madaming boy-to-boy- and girl-to-girl lovebirds e. Pero, Public Display of Affection? Of WRONG AFFECTION?! Thank you so much, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;iska&lt;/span&gt; at&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; iska&lt;/span&gt; ng bayan. Good example. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meron pa. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Falcons&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Admason U&lt;/span&gt;. Ano bang dapat ika-mura? "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp;amp;!^%#*&amp;amp;?@$&lt;/span&gt;" - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sila&lt;/span&gt;. My head boiled up with anger kasi para silang mga Squatters na ngayon lang nakakita ng tao. They were talking bad things about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UST, UP&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Ateneo&lt;/span&gt; Students. ALOUD! Wow ah. Nagpaparinigan. Ganun 'yung dating. Sige lang. Away kayo diyan. Manners, dude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And moreee. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thomasians&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; UST&lt;/span&gt; Students. They will do everything umabot lang sa tickets na gusto nila mabili. Halaaaaa sige, singit doon singit dito. Hey you're all bringing your School's name down. Lahat na inaway nila. Grabe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Message&lt;/span&gt;: (Gumaganon!) Definitely, it's not about the school. It's about how you bring yourself, your attitude while you're currently enrolled to that University. You may be not that proud of it, but hey, just think about your self. Nakakahiya ka kung gaganun ganun ka lang. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met this good friend, sa haba ng pila. At sa bagal ng usad, he's from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adamson&lt;/span&gt;. Good thing he's not one of the "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Squatterish&lt;/span&gt;" Peeps. Haha. 2nd Year. 'Di na daw sila required kaya 'yun pahirapan sila sa Tickets. Wow. Naranasan ko kaagad 'yung hirap kahit Freshie pa lang ako. And yey, to cut this never ending ticket line story, I made it! I was able to buy a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lower A &lt;/span&gt;ticket. Tapos, nakadating si &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JP&lt;/span&gt; for the first time sa isang lugar na hindi naman niya pinupuntahan mag-isa. Weee. I'm so blessed kasi after namin mag meet, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SOLD OUT&lt;/span&gt; na 'yung&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Lower A&lt;/span&gt;! Grabe. Na-inlove ako lalo kay Lord. :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isa na lang problem ko, pagdating namin sa loob, may maupuan pa kaya kami? Wah. Buti nalang meron pa. Ang ingay. 'Yung mga drums, kahit 'di pa nagstart, puro cheering na. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would not blabber about what happened. Napanuod niyo naman siguro sa &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Studio23&lt;/span&gt;. :)) Pero iba 'pag &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LIVE&lt;/span&gt;. Kaya &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Momhie Bei&lt;/span&gt;, mainggit ka! Haha. Joke. Sayang sana kasama ka namin this day. Awww. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Champion - University of the Philippines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tribong UP&lt;/span&gt;' -- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;UP Fight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZEwzshWSABc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZEwzshWSABc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;First Runner-up - University of Santo Tomas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No theme? &gt;_&lt; -- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Go USTEEE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FovqQ5kudq0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FovqQ5kudq0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Second Runner-up - Far Eastern University&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blazing Tamaraws&lt;/span&gt;'  --&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Recca Summa FEU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNING: nakita ako dito. Pero ako lang nakakaalam kung saan banda. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cxoFhFSb-w4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cxoFhFSb-w4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weee. We're so much blessed kasi &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carlo&lt;/span&gt;'s (Block mate) Dad and Mom is working for the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UAAP&lt;/span&gt;. Both &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FEU&lt;/span&gt; Alumnus. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mass Comm&lt;/span&gt; din. :D Kung may nakita kayo na naka-stripes na big guy sa cam, siya 'yun. Director ata siya. Yey! We will be able to see the uncut versions of the competition. OKAY. 'Di narin ako magco-comment sa performances ng ibang schools. The coolest thing was the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Unity Dance&lt;/span&gt;. 'Yung sayaw ng halo halong dancers from the 8 prestigious Universities. Wala lang. Sana talaga may unity between them. THANK YOU LORD so much, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Flat one&lt;/span&gt; na kami sa Final Exams sa&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; PE &lt;/span&gt;namin. For those who still don't know, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ms. Alolor&lt;/span&gt;, the choreographer and head of the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FEU Cheering Squad&lt;/span&gt; is our &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PE Professor&lt;/span&gt;. Cool much. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waved goodbyes to my block mates who were still overjoyed. Haha. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JP&lt;/span&gt; and I went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DQ&lt;/span&gt;. I treated him &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DQ's Oreo Blizzard&lt;/span&gt;. According to him, it used to be his favorite. Ay hanngang ngayon daw pala. Haha. Ako naman, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brownies Blizzard&lt;/span&gt;. Yum, kahit away kami. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TriNoma&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; JP&lt;/span&gt; went home. Dumaan pa ako sa &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Church&lt;/span&gt;, tinapos pa 'yung nahabol kong &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5:30 service&lt;/span&gt;. Went home. Very tireeddd. All of the waiting was worth it because it's for my baby. And God gave me patience to what I've went through.. Happy and contented. May "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kamay&lt;/span&gt;" remebrance na ako from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UAAP&lt;/span&gt;!. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, I'm still sick. Oha. Sa'n ka pa! :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Lord, take my life. Take all of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1183602674771354187-8943752579849377201?l=jeahlabyeshua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeahlabyeshua.blogspot.com/feeds/8943752579849377201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1183602674771354187&amp;postID=8943752579849377201&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1183602674771354187/posts/default/8943752579849377201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1183602674771354187/posts/default/8943752579849377201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeahlabyeshua.blogspot.com/2008/09/2008-samsung-uaap-cheerdance.html' title='2008 Samsung UAAP Cheerdance Competition'/><author><name>Jeah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09297568703198514552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SUgUjgeU2xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KHDv-HyrJ10/S220/ssdfsdf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HEyiQnOgvas/SPzeeJ7jHHI/AAAAAAAAAPY/fdIyckHRnzw/s72-c/2008cheering.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1183602674771354187.post-4925566349731475364</id><published>2008-09-06T13:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T13:19:24.107+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hillsong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blessed Jeahpee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UAAP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Revival'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unconditional Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FEU'/><title type='text'>Break my heart for what breaks YOURS ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm still sick&lt;/span&gt;. Okay, this time I'm pleading you to pray for me. If you only know what I've been going through because of this deficiency. Dinuguan please? Hahaha. Kala mo serious e. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But definitely, I am. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to bluster some events for today ..&lt;br /&gt;I did not attended my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Filipino&lt;/span&gt; Class today. The reason behind is valid. But morbid. :'( And so I thought, would I feel great if ever I continue to rest and lie down for the rest of my life? Hahaha! Oh, just don't mind what I just said. Forgive me for the gibberish rants. I'm not feeling well, you know! I tend to babble. Or if not, I just stay quiet for a mean time. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt;, yeah. I forgot what happened. All I can hark back was we laughed over &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Professor Alimuin&lt;/span&gt;'s weird hairdo. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Computer&lt;/span&gt;. Sir grouped us into 8? No, 10. While the whole class was kind of busy because of the groupings, I just sat down in the corner of the room. Rested my head, and tried to get some relief from what I was feeling then. :| Group mates -- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yuji, Carlo, Russel, Marvin, Erika, Rizza, Erzel, Pia&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Danielle&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JP&lt;/span&gt;'s as far as I can remember. He cannot attend because they will visit her &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Auntie&lt;/span&gt; in the hospital.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Jiah&lt;/span&gt; cried when I left. Haha. She wanted to come with me. Aww.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YA&lt;/span&gt;. Woo. Love the first song -- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When I Think About the Lord&lt;/span&gt;. Oo na! I admit I'm missing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;James Huey&lt;/span&gt;! Why not? Hahaha =P I was not able to write down the whole outline of the Preaching. But it was a good one. It was co-related from the pasts Special Services about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Revival&lt;/span&gt;. My &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daddy&lt;/span&gt; gave some packed food to my sister and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shobe&lt;/span&gt; brought it to Church. For the simple reason that I'm not allowed to eat anything from anywhere. It must be home made. Just to make sure that I'm eating healthy ones,  just to be safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y!M Stat&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Break my heart for what break yours! UAAP Cheering Compet tomorrow! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll just let all of you partake of what I perceive whenever I hear and or think about this song &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hosanna&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hillsong&lt;/span&gt;. What a wonderful prayer to God, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; I see the King of glory&lt;br /&gt;Coming on the clouds with fire&lt;br /&gt;The whole earth shakes, the whole earth shakes&lt;br /&gt;I see His love and mercy&lt;br /&gt;Washing over all our sin&lt;br /&gt;The people sing, the people sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hosanna, hosanna&lt;br /&gt;Hosanna in the highest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see a generation&lt;br /&gt;Rising up to take the place&lt;br /&gt;With selfless faith, with selfless faith&lt;br /&gt;I see a near revival&lt;br /&gt;Stirring as we pray and seek&lt;br /&gt;We're on our knees, we're on our knees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Bridge]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heal my heart and make it clean&lt;br /&gt;Open up my eyes to the things unseen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Show me how to love like You have loved me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Break my heart for what breaks Yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything I am for Your Kingdom's cause&lt;br /&gt;As I walk from earth into eternity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/Gwl8WuH1Au/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/Gwl8WuH1Au/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/wendylive4jc/music/a1eELIqc/hillsong_united_hosanna_live/"&gt;Hosanna (Live) - Hillsong United&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;Sorry 'cause it's the live version. No need to worry, still the same anointed song. Play it c'mon! I know you want to. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice how I made my favorite lines BOLD AND BIG! Heehee. ;D&lt;br /&gt;That's because whenever I hear this song, God always reminds me to press on. To love like Him. I know it's hard, but as of now, I can say I'm finally doing it. I'm not pertaining to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JP&lt;/span&gt; only. I'm talking about&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; all&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;u&gt;people around me&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;What does it mean when we say, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Show me how to love like You have loved me" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;? &lt;/object&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We're asking God to teach us how to love a person &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;without asking anything in return&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;giving everything&lt;/span&gt; we have just to make him/her happy&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sacrifice. Sacrifice. Sacrifice&lt;/span&gt;. We all know that people has their own diversities, and because of that, there will always be a tendency for you to give up loving a particular person. There will always come a time that you will feel that you're vulnerable to pain and heartaches. But try to think of this, God loved you (and always will) despite of your flaws. Despite your imperfections. And to deeply ponder about it,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; GOD IS PERFECT BUT HE STILL LOVED YOU DESPITE YOUR SHORTCOMINGS&lt;/span&gt;. God loved us unconditionally. So who are you not to love others, right? It may be difficult at times but when you seek God to teach you something, He will never ever leave you without even learning. It could be in a hard way though, but hey, will you refuse God to be your love doctor? Learn to sacrifice. It's worth it, I'm telling you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what does it mean when we say, &lt;/object&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Break my heart for what breaks Yours&lt;/span&gt;" ? I'm having a hard time thinking of how will I expound this to you. So to make it easy for me, (and maybe for you also,) I'll just share a little bit of a true story, just to make it simple to understand. For the past &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15 months&lt;/span&gt; of sharing God's love with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JP&lt;/span&gt;, I can say that I already felt the most miserable heartache that a girl can feel just because of loving trully. And as I always utter this line to God, I can't help myself but cry. Because, If I'm already feeling this intense pain, how much more when it comes to Him? In a deeper sense, I, being an imperfect entity in this world, had experienced to be heart broken just because of loving another imperfect being like me. And come to think of it by putting yourself into God's situation. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God, being the most perfect supernatural being above all existence, loving the most rubbish and secular people of this world.&lt;/span&gt; What kind of heartache could he probably felt as he continually love us? And as we ask Him to teach us how to love, we should put in mind that we could be probably feel every heartache that he already felt. Through every people's rejection of His good grace, mercy and love. Through every people's thankless mouth, and whining attitudes as God continually blesses them. People tend to take Him for granted, so how will God actually respond to these acts? If only we can know what God is feeling at this moment, maybe, we can never forgive ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're confused on what to do, It's as simple as this: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you really want to learn how to love like God, think of what hurt God can surely feel right now, and expect it to happen to you also&lt;/span&gt;. One cannot learn if he's not willing to do it the hard way. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SACRIFICE&lt;/span&gt;. Just like what Jesus did at the cross. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, always remember:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; His pain was your gain&lt;/span&gt;. And to totally imitate Him in loving truly, we must&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; be willing to undergo through pain, so that others can gain&lt;/span&gt;. Sacrifice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this song because it always reminds me that I'm not the most miserable individual in this planet, in fact, I'm one of the most blessed beings simply because I know how to love like Him. Even though I went through different melancholic situations, what matters most is that I've learned something out of it. I became more matured in handling my status. And &lt;span&gt;the most important thing is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm reflecting God's goodness whenever I love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only others are willing to do so, maybe this world can be a better place for everyone. Agree? Ay sana nagets niyo ako.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; UAAP Cheering&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Araneta&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow! 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A symptom, maybe. You could pray for me if you bother to do so. Thanks! :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Economics.&lt;/span&gt; I was not really feeling well. Good thing we didn't tackled anything. Sort of a free time for us because&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Sir Acomular&lt;/span&gt; just allowed us to see our computed grades. Tsk, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prelims = 1.5 Midterms = 2.00&lt;/span&gt; Wow! DOS! Although I was not satisfied, I'm so thankful that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Finals&lt;/span&gt; is nearly approaching. Meaning, I can take a break for some weeks. Thank God. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jordan &lt;/span&gt;suggested that I should go home right after&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; History&lt;/span&gt; and not to attend &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PE &lt;/span&gt;anymore, since we will just be practicing cheers with the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FEU Cheer dancers&lt;/span&gt; and we will not be having our &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NatSci&lt;/span&gt; class today because of the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Faculty Meeting&lt;/span&gt;. I had put that in mind for almost half of the day because of my difficult situation. I spent the whole &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Econ&lt;/span&gt; time sleeping on my desk. Headaches! Body pains! =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;History&lt;/span&gt;. While waiting for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sir Horace&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ma'am Blas&lt;/span&gt; entered the room and announced: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Faculty Evaluation&lt;/span&gt;. Yay! It's our time to evaluate our Professors! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Boykotin na si Sir Horace! 'Di na darating 'yun!!!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tara na tara na! Mag evaluate na lang tayo!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so with the whole force, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MC0812 &lt;/span&gt;went off to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nursing Bldg&lt;/span&gt;, in the big big big Computer Laboratory to evaluate our outstanding educators. Hahaha! High-Tech much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HEyiQnOgvas/SOeHD0Qg1qI/AAAAAAAAAPI/VM5m4znxp3o/s1600-h/photo-10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HEyiQnOgvas/SOeHD0Qg1qI/AAAAAAAAAPI/VM5m4znxp3o/s320/photo-10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253315989988234914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Faculty Evaluation : The FEU way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We laughed so hard over the old photo of some of our Professors. I did not took pictures of it 'cause the proctor was beside me. Ohaaaa. Proctor pa! Evaluation lang! Hahaha. Oh noes, I do hope no one will know how I evaluated him. I hope he won't get mad at me, if ever he will know about it. I'm sure all of my block mates evaluated him like I did. Anyway, he deserves it. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is it. I finally decided not to attend&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; PE&lt;/span&gt;. Kasi naman, wala kaming &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NatSci&lt;/span&gt;, ibig sabihin from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10:30AM&lt;/span&gt; until &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3:00PM&lt;/span&gt; maghihintay ako? No way, I'm sick. I seldom feel concerned about my self. And today was 'seldom day'. Haha! Gets? So I headed to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Freedom Park&lt;/span&gt;, met up with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ate Kat&lt;/span&gt;. Yes! Miraculously, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kuya Yohan&lt;/span&gt; was present! We waited for some time, but&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Ate Kat&lt;/span&gt; was so hungry so we came with her. Kumain siya, kwentuhan kami. Back to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FEU&lt;/span&gt; -- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Freedom park&lt;/span&gt;, we met up with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sharleen&lt;/span&gt;. Then it rained. HARD! Haha, doon pa talaga kami pumwesto sa gilid ng Catholic Chapel, to HOLD A CELL GROUP. Nothing and no one can stop us! Lakas! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ate Kat &lt;/span&gt;shared the word for the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Wednesday's Special Service&lt;/span&gt; night entitled "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shake it off!&lt;/span&gt;". The only Special Service that I did not attended. Sayang complete attendance na sana. xD Read the following lines carefully, please? It would be a great help for you. Just do it, you have nothing to lose if you do so. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Isaiah 52&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-18698" class="sup"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt; Awake, awake, O Zion,&lt;br /&gt;clothe yourself with strength.&lt;br /&gt;Put on your garments of splendor,&lt;br /&gt;O Jerusalem, the holy city.&lt;br /&gt;The uncircumcised and defiled&lt;br /&gt;will not enter you again. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="en-NIV-18699" class="sup"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Shake off your dust&lt;/span&gt;; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rise up, sit enthroned, O Jerusalem.&lt;br /&gt;Free yourself from the chains on your neck,&lt;br /&gt;O captive Daughter of Zion. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-18700" class="sup"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt; For this is what the LORD says:&lt;br /&gt;"You were sold for nothing,&lt;br /&gt;and without money you will be redeemed." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-18701" class="sup"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt; For this is what the Sovereign LORD says:&lt;br /&gt;"At first my people went down to Egypt to live;&lt;br /&gt;lately, Assyria has oppressed them. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-18702" class="sup"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt; "And now what do I have here?" declares the LORD.&lt;br /&gt;"For my people have been taken away for nothing,&lt;br /&gt;and those who rule them mock, &lt;sup&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;declares the LORD.&lt;br /&gt;"And all day long&lt;br /&gt;my name is constantly blasphemed. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-18703" class="sup"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt; Therefore my people will know my name;&lt;br /&gt;therefore in that day they will know&lt;br /&gt;that it is I who foretold it.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it is I." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-18704" class="sup"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt; How beautiful on the mountains&lt;br /&gt;are the feet of those who bring good news,&lt;br /&gt;who proclaim peace,&lt;br /&gt;who bring good tidings,&lt;br /&gt;who proclaim salvation,&lt;br /&gt;who say to Zion,&lt;br /&gt;"Your God reigns!" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-18705" class="sup"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt; Listen! Your watchmen lift up their voices;&lt;br /&gt;together they shout for joy.&lt;br /&gt;When the LORD returns to Zion,&lt;br /&gt;they will see it with their own eyes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-18706" class="sup"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt; Burst into songs of joy together,&lt;br /&gt;you ruins of Jerusalem,&lt;br /&gt;for the LORD has comforted his people,&lt;br /&gt;he has redeemed Jerusalem. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-18707" class="sup"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt; The LORD will lay bare his holy arm&lt;br /&gt;in the sight of all the nations,&lt;br /&gt;and all the ends of the earth will see&lt;br /&gt;the salvation of our God. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-18708" class="sup"&gt;11&lt;/span&gt; Depart, depart, go out from there!&lt;br /&gt;Touch no unclean thing!&lt;br /&gt;Come out from it and be pure,&lt;br /&gt;you who carry the vessels of the LORD. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-18709" class="sup"&gt;12&lt;/span&gt; But you will not leave in haste&lt;br /&gt;or go in flight;&lt;br /&gt;for the LORD will go before you,&lt;br /&gt;the God of Israel will be your rear guard.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The Suffering and Glory of the Servant &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-18710" class="sup"&gt;13&lt;/span&gt; See, my servant will act wisely ;&lt;br /&gt;he will be raised and lifted up and highly exalted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-18711" class="sup"&gt;14&lt;/span&gt; Just as there were many who were appalled at him —&lt;br /&gt;his appearance was so disfigured beyond that of any man&lt;br /&gt;and his form marred beyond human likeness— &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-18712" class="sup"&gt;15&lt;/span&gt; so will he sprinkle many nations,&lt;br /&gt;and kings will shut their mouths because of him.&lt;br /&gt;For what they were not told, they will see,&lt;br /&gt;and what they have not heard, they will understand.&lt;/p&gt;Yey! Great news for me and for you, dear reader! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sharleen&lt;/span&gt; closed in prayer. It was still raining, and I don't have an umbrella! Bid goodbye to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Kuya Yo&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sha&lt;/span&gt;. Sumama muna ako kay &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ate Kat&lt;/span&gt; sa &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EB 8th floor&lt;/span&gt;. Nabasa pa din ako. They had no Prof because of the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Faculty Meeting&lt;/span&gt;. When the rain stopped,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Ate Kat&lt;/span&gt; allowed me to go home. I thank the Lord for the safe and very fast trip. I was a bit wet though. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JP&lt;/span&gt; texted, HALF DAY daw sila because of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fumigation&lt;/span&gt;. I asked him if he could come and visit me at our house. We slightly fought over this 'cause I was really expecting a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'yes' &lt;/span&gt;from him. E parang ayaw niya ata. I fell asleep unconsciously, and when I woke up, ayun, napilitan ata, pumunta na din sa bahay. :| He saw me pale faced, stressed out and very sickly looking. We went outside, ate at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aling Ponciana's&lt;/span&gt;. (Ryza Cenon's house. Yes, she is a Project 6 resident.) Weee. The food was good! Again, we talked about almost every good (some were bad for me, haaay) topics that wan can talk about. Drawing drawing pa kami sa papel, explaining their real properties located at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paradise Village&lt;/span&gt;. Hahahaha. Nakakapagtaka, text siya ng text habang nagkekwentuhan kami. Then suddenly when his phone beeped, he just read the message and he did not replied. I saw &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;HER&lt;/span&gt; text message stating na boring daw sa bahay nila. With matching &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Oo nga eh. Haaay, grabe boring talaga dito sa bahay.. hahaha! :P'&lt;/span&gt;   Wow. While&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; JP &lt;/span&gt;was talking and talking and narrating some hilarious events from his childhood days, I suddenly thought of something. Then, after few minutes, **tadaaaan!!** A group message from &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;HER&lt;/span&gt;. Hahaha. Obvious much, bigla akong natawa. Akala ni &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JP&lt;/span&gt; about dun sa kinekwento niya e. I was good! I was right, 'yun nga 'yung ginagawa niya kapag 'di na nagrereply si &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JP&lt;/span&gt;. Ever since, 'yun na 'yung iniisip ko, BUT I felt so guilty for jumping into conclusions without even proving it by a particular happening. Kaso, this time, ang laki na ng proof! Tinuklaw na ako. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;HER&lt;/span&gt; group message contained about nothing but everything that he already told&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; JP&lt;/span&gt; nung magkatext pa sila. Ahh, kaya pala most of the time, nonsense. My hypothesis for a long time already, became an instant conclusion. Hmm. Need to say more? Or do I need to know more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was silenced regarding this topic. I don't want unworthy reasons to cause fights anymore. Around &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4PM&lt;/span&gt;, we strolled around&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Project 6&lt;/span&gt;, and unexpectedly, we saw &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bianca&lt;/span&gt;aaa! Weee. I missed her already. Big smiles from the three of us! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JP&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bianx &lt;/span&gt;knows each other. We went to her house, lots'a laugh trips. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bianx&lt;/span&gt; is also a weirdo like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeahpee&lt;/span&gt;. Hahahaha! Siyempre magkakasundo kami talaga. Asaran. Pikunan. Computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JP&lt;/span&gt;: *manipulating* Wow, grabe ang bilis nga net! Hahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bianx&lt;/span&gt;: Sorry naman JP huh? Sorry naman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JP&lt;/span&gt;: Bayantel pa kasi eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;: Sorry talaga JP, pasensiya ka na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JP&lt;/span&gt;: Ayos lang! 'Wag mo lang ulitin!&lt;br /&gt;*laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bianca&lt;/span&gt; visited my Blog! Yikes! In front of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JP&lt;/span&gt;! :(( Walang kaalam alam si &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JP&lt;/span&gt; about my blog! But then he tried to read some of the post. He laughed over my posts with our conversations, hahaha! Naaalala pa daw kasi niya 'yun lahat. Then he read the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;August 1 Post&lt;/span&gt;. His birthday. If you've read that already, I have a message for him there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeah&lt;/span&gt;: Waaag! Waaag 'yan! *covers the monitor with my hands*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JP&lt;/span&gt;: Babasahin ko lang ehhhh! *tries to get rid of my hands*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeah&lt;/span&gt;: Please Mahal, 'wag 'yan! Sige ka!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JP&lt;/span&gt;: *reads my message for him*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JP&lt;/span&gt;: *teary-eyed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JP&lt;/span&gt;: *cried*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He suddenly looked at me then hugged and thank me. Aww. Napaiyak din ako. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"'Pag naayus na comp namin,  babasahin ko buong blog mo.."&lt;/span&gt; Waaaa! And then the three of us came to a very sensitive topic. About &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;HER&lt;/span&gt;. Kinwento ko kay &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bianx&lt;/span&gt;, kahit naririnig ni &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JP&lt;/span&gt;, wala na akong pakielam. Napipikon na talaga ako e. Siyempre, kahit sabihin mo pang I'm not a friend of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bianca&lt;/span&gt;, nakakapikon talaga 'yung kinwento ko about &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;HER&lt;/span&gt;. Then &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JP&lt;/span&gt; FINALLY, AT LAST realized the hurt that I felt every time he entertains &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Para daw kasi sakaniya, wala lang 'yun. Ahh, 'yun pala 'yung wala. Pero inamin niya na naiirita na din siya. Ahh 'yun pala 'yung naiirita. Hahahaha! Sorry siya ng sorry sa'kin e. I appreciated &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bianca&lt;/span&gt; for showing her concern. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love you Bianx&lt;/span&gt;! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it was almost &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6PM&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JP&lt;/span&gt; and I went home. Nagmamadali siya e. Though I wanted to stay at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bianx&lt;/span&gt;'s pa, oo nga pala baka pagalitan siya. Surprisingly, he asked my permission to go to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TriNoma&lt;/span&gt; to meet &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boys Like Girls&lt;/span&gt; Band. Hahaha, I mean to meet his &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BesPren, Lizzy&lt;/span&gt;. I allowed him. Who am I to hold him back? But in  the back of my mind was, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Teka, akala ko ba nagmamadali siya? Kasi takot siya mapagalitan?"&lt;/span&gt; Hmmm. OKAY, enough. I don't get the point of seeing the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boys Like Girls&lt;/span&gt; Band, can they save the world? Honestly, I don't know who they are. In fact I don't even know how they look! Ahahaah! I really don't care. I know their song, uhh, I forgot the title, but it has "hero" something 'diba? Hahaha. Sorry naman. I'm not interested. Worldly band! Peace for those who go loco over them. But seriously, why do people need to fantasize them? Are they fantastic? Hahahaha! &gt;_&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;  &lt;/span&gt;A GM from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JP&lt;/span&gt;?! O_o Haa&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; e ano naman kung kamukha ni &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Russel&lt;/span&gt; 'yung sa commercial? Ano gagawin ko? Haha. Nothing relevant to say? &lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Masama lang ako sa message niya e. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Only smart people can decode what I really mean in this post. Ow, I mean only intellectual people.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favor #1 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-- Please kindly pray for my health.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favor #2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; --&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Don't ask questions regarding my situation. I also don't know the answers.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;But symptoms are slowly showing up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;v tapos="" nag="" gm="" anong="" gagawin="" ko="" kung="" kamukha="" ni="" russel="" yung="" sa="" commercial="" na="" nothing="" relevant="" to="" 1="" please="" kindly="" pray="" for="" favor="" 2="" ask="" questions="" regarding="" my="" i="" also="" don="" t="" know="" the="" but="" symptoms="" are="" slowly="" showing=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FAVOR #3! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; PLEASE PRAY FOR MY HEALTH!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Ayy, nasabi ko na ata 'to. :P&lt;br /&gt;Thanks and much love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/v&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1183602674771354187-4314700593409646682?l=jeahlabyeshua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeahlabyeshua.blogspot.com/feeds/4314700593409646682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1183602674771354187&amp;postID=4314700593409646682&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1183602674771354187/posts/default/4314700593409646682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1183602674771354187/posts/default/4314700593409646682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeahlabyeshua.blogspot.com/2008/09/shake-it-off.html' title='Shake it Off!'/><author><name>Jeah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09297568703198514552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SUgUjgeU2xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KHDv-HyrJ10/S220/ssdfsdf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HEyiQnOgvas/SOeHD0Qg1qI/AAAAAAAAAPI/VM5m4znxp3o/s72-c/photo-10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1183602674771354187.post-2758890670915937866</id><published>2008-09-04T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T13:18:22.900+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holy Spirit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GSI'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ministry-San Fransisco High School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blessed Jeahpee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ministry-VOICE Teachers'/><title type='text'>Escaping Fatigue</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Birthday Alex&lt;/span&gt;! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I taught my&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Second year&lt;/span&gt; high school students at&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; San Fransisco High School&lt;/span&gt; this morning. I allowed them to play outside for some time. They were ready for Badminton and other outdoor games. Just to brighten up their day, you know. I understand how busy sophomores are. I am now missing my high school days. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Glendale&lt;/span&gt; although I was sick. I was so dizzy, like I was hallucinating and my head really hurts. Not to mention the sun rays that was really beaming directly to my direction. Iniisip ko lang siguro 'yun kasi sobrang init. Pero parang nananadya din kasi 'yung araw. Haha! I almost fainted the time I reached the streets of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paradise Village&lt;/span&gt; so I sent &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JP &lt;/span&gt;a text message, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Dito na lang ako sa tindahan, 'di ko na kaya maglakad.."&lt;/span&gt; Good thing he replied, and said that I should go inside and sit for a while. I saw &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boss Mikee&lt;/span&gt;, wow! Short-haired like me! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dea&lt;/span&gt; hugged me like there was no tomorrow. Haha! Sumilip si &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teacher Tin&lt;/span&gt; from their room. After their&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; English&lt;/span&gt;, bonded a little with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Momhie Beii &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shobe TINtotskie&lt;/span&gt;. Tsk, uhm something happened. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tin&lt;/span&gt;: Iiwan nanaman nila tayo Momhie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Momhie Beii&lt;/span&gt;: Oo nga.. lagi naman e.. haaay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JP&lt;/span&gt;: Tin.. ba't kayo ganiyan? Kapag si ano wala kayong reklamo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JP&lt;/span&gt;: Kasi.. wala kayong ano e.. Di ko naman kasalanan yun una palang sinabihan ko na kayo 'diba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeah&lt;/span&gt;: Hala! 'Wag ganun!! Tama na po.. *whispered to JP*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of blah blahs actually. I really wanted to stay because I want &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Momhie Beii&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tin&lt;/span&gt; to know na we (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeahpee&lt;/span&gt;) are different. Of course, we also want to spend time with them. But because of my headache, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JP&lt;/span&gt; insisted, and so we went up, up and awaaay! Hahahah! Sorry &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Momhie&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tin&lt;/span&gt;, 'di na kami nakapagpaalam ng maayos. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Away pa. Tsk. We went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Walter Mart&lt;/span&gt;. Trip lang, hahahaha! Surprisingly, we saw &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tito Ben&lt;/span&gt;, the head of&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Men's Ministry&lt;/span&gt; of&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Word of Hope&lt;/span&gt;. He invited us to see &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Red Logo&lt;/span&gt;. We registered. Cool! We bought&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; TJ hotdogs&lt;/span&gt;, his all time favorite. We talked a lot! Almost every topic, napagkwentuhan na namin. Tapos napunta sa health. :| Haay nasermonan tuloy ako. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Wag mo na po abusuhin sarili mo.. please lang? Magpahinga ka this week ok? 'Di ko po alam gagawin kapag lumala 'yang sakit mo.."&lt;/span&gt;, he pleaded. So yeah, we both decided that this coming week, I would not let myself commit to anything muna. No cell group on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;. No meeting with him on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;. Go home right after classes are dismissed. (Which I always do, except when I'm scheduled to meet him) and lots more to refuse. Except &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;. One of my may priorities is teaching my Students. I don't want them to miss anything that they can know about God. That's how I'm passionate when it comes to the lost. So as I was saying, this plan for the coming week is just to renew my lost strength. And I agreed because of one thing: &lt;s&gt;I'M PITYING MYSELF ALREADY.&lt;/s&gt; Honestly, I can be the busiest person you can ever know. What's keeping me busy? Being the salt and light of the world, I'm taking everybody's burden alone. I think, I deserve a break, right? Wow, I never thought JP cared for me that much. Haha, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God loves me and I ought to take care of the Temple of the Holy Spirit, my self&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dunkin Donuts&lt;/span&gt;. Went home. :)&lt;br /&gt;Okay so, YOUTUBE ka? Broadcast yourself? I don't get it why people will put their entire feelings and life-happenings in their group messages. It's fine if at the end of the message there are lessons to think of. Wala e. Always think of this: People would never mind kung ano kinain mo, ano brand ng binili mong tsinelas, or namatay kuko mo. Kahit i-send to many mo pa 'yan. Most especially when you send group messages, do not, DO NOT ever put unimportant and or unecessary characters and symbols that would definitely mean nothing! Like..&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; "?"&lt;/span&gt; tapos send na kaagad? Sa lahat? Hello? What's the sense? Someone can help you kung problemado ka, I'm sure. Talk to someone if you really need attention!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not mad. If you don't have any sensible thing to say, it's better not to say anything at all.&lt;br /&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/1183602674771354187-2758890670915937866?l=jeahlabyeshua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeahlabyeshua.blogspot.com/feeds/2758890670915937866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1183602674771354187&amp;postID=2758890670915937866&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1183602674771354187/posts/default/2758890670915937866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1183602674771354187/posts/default/2758890670915937866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeahlabyeshua.blogspot.com/2008/09/escaping-fatigue.html' title='Escaping Fatigue'/><author><name>Jeah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09297568703198514552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SUgUjgeU2xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KHDv-HyrJ10/S220/ssdfsdf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1183602674771354187.post-430032967327770534</id><published>2008-09-03T22:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T13:17:52.740+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holy Spirit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='James Huey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FEU'/><title type='text'>Temple of the Holy Spirit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Ang Tanikala'&lt;/span&gt; ni &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Crispulo Alarde S. Jr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I will be late for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Filipino&lt;/span&gt;, good thing today is the Play Date. We're the second one to present. :) I brought different kinds of props that would absolutely help enhance the not-so-practiced-Play. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Divine'&lt;/span&gt;s Group presented &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Si Poldong Manunulat'&lt;/span&gt; first, then us. Haha. They were like surprised 'cause we have complete music effects, credits to uh, uhm? What was my name again? Hahahaha! Weh, corny. Glory to God for that 'cause I still managed to think for our Music even though I was coming home stressed and late because of the Special Services these past few days. We first set up our simple background, just to let the viewers know that it's a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Baryo-like&lt;/span&gt; setting, then we started. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lupang Hinirang.&lt;/span&gt; First Scene: Flashback. One of the most important fundamentals of Play or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dula&lt;/span&gt;. That was our introduction for the main story. Danced over the tune of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Doobi-doo &lt;/span&gt;by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kamikazee&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Russel as Mang Selmo&lt;/span&gt;: Tanikala?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jemmah as Patring&lt;/span&gt;: Tanikala?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yuji as Nestor&lt;/span&gt;: TANIKALA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main story. Imagine me doing the narration while  manipulating the sounds. Ay grabe. Ang hirap. Tingin ako sa script, tingin sa CD Player, sa script, sa CD player. Whew! But it all went well. I formulated  a cause for another extreme headache for my self though. :| Our Play was pretty much funny, and I'm very proud of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jemmah&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Russel&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yuji&lt;/span&gt;. They did their best when it comes to delivering their lines, acting, and the like. The class including &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Professor David&lt;/span&gt; laughed over our punchlines. And the simple dance in the tune of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's Raining Men.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joji&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jordan&lt;/span&gt;, pretended to be gays. Todo tawa naman ang section namin. Haha. I also had a little role in the short Play, for some scenes, I became the Master of Ceremony for the Graduation of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nestor&lt;/span&gt;. I seemed like Octopus that very moment, ang dami kong iniisip ng sabay sabay. Haha. We all did good, I guess. Even though I did most of the thinking by myself. I have a video, less pictures. All of our group mates prepared for cameras and sorts but we forgot to ask our block mates to take shots of our Play, maybe because of too much katarantahan. Loud applause after our play. :) Next group was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jane&lt;/span&gt;'s. They chose the movie &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Anak'&lt;/span&gt;. They were a bit choosy. Hahaha! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rizza &lt;/span&gt;was the lead character portraying the role of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vilma Santos&lt;/span&gt; as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Josie&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Crystal&lt;/span&gt; played the role of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Claudine Barreto&lt;/span&gt; as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carla&lt;/span&gt;. They didn't have any convincing props or music. In fact they used our CD. Haha, but then dinaan nila sa drama. Since their play was a heavy drama, and the scenes were all extreme if not fights, crying scenes, so they did great. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ma'am David&lt;/span&gt; was really impressed by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rizza&lt;/span&gt;'s acting. Galing niya. And so was everyone in their group. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prof. David&lt;/span&gt; asked them to perform again at her &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HRM Class &lt;/span&gt;at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1:30 pm&lt;/span&gt;. Natuwa siya sa section namin talaga e, so even though &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1:30pm&lt;/span&gt; will be our dismissal, we didn't refuse. Yay! Due to the lack of time, the next group was scheduled to present their play after our &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; time, since it'll be our break. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Professor David&lt;/span&gt; approached me and said.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Jeah, galing ng group niyo ah. Keep it up!" &lt;/span&gt;THANK GOD, my sufferings paid off. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt;. Rubbish same old activities! And yes, I'm getting sick of it. Haha! Went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SB102&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prof. David's Political Science Class&lt;/span&gt;. The last group from our section presented &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Si Muning at ang sanggol sa underpass'.&lt;/span&gt; They were laughing hard because of our class. Ang gulo kasi namin, and at the same time, the play was funny too! It's because of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beauty&lt;/span&gt; of course. I'm so proud of my block. Lunch at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Food Court&lt;/span&gt; again, then &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Computer&lt;/span&gt;. Forgot what we did. It was raining when we headed our way to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prof. David's HRM Class&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SB301&lt;/span&gt;. I saw &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reyjude&lt;/span&gt;! My admirer way back my Elementary days. Hahaha. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HRM Student&lt;/span&gt; siya. Ayun, kumustahan. I know what's next, and I don't want to talk about it. Nung nanliligaw 'yun sakin dati, parang linta. Ayaw malayo sa'kin. Mangungulit nnaman 'yun. Anyway, ow yeah, so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rizza&lt;/span&gt;'s group presented their own version of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Anak'&lt;/span&gt; and this time, I'm telling you, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rizza&lt;/span&gt; gave her best our of her incredible knack for acting. Haha! The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HRM&lt;/span&gt; Students were really impressed by the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mass Comm&lt;/span&gt; ones, at kami 'yun! Woo! Haha. The scenes we're so intense that really contributed to recognize it as a heavy drama. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beauty&lt;/span&gt; from Group 2 and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yuji&lt;/span&gt; from our group joined the play. They lack of characters if I was not able to say it from the beginning of my post. So it got a little pinch of humor from them. Not to mention the &lt;s&gt;"POKERS"&lt;/s&gt; (That's the term they used for those extras portraying the role of a prostitute. Haha! Friends of Carla/Claudine Barreto from the Movie) that was played by our funny girls, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jemmah&lt;/span&gt; from our group, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cherry&lt;/span&gt; from Group2, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rio&lt;/span&gt; from group 1, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DIVINE&lt;/span&gt;! *Thumb's up* Hahaha. They made us crack up! Joined forces. It was really a team work from our block!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I was sick, I was able to have fun out of this stressful day. Actually, everyday is stressful to me now. I didn't met up with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JP&lt;/span&gt; and that made me a little uneasy. And what was really awful is that I didn't get the chance to attend the last Special Service. Haha. Some accused me for the reason that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;James Huey &lt;/span&gt;is not present there so I did not attend the service. Hahaha! Of course not! I just laughed over it. God knows I wasn't there to just see and hear &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;James Huey&lt;/span&gt;, duh! I do admit I really loved his voice, his music 'cause it's God inspired! Ano ha? Mang-aasar ka pa? Haha! But to be honest with you, I'm gonna miss him. Ay, labo! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Our body is the temple of the Holy Spirit&lt;/span&gt;, that's what the Bible tells us. And that's what my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daddy&lt;/span&gt; always reminds me. I took a rest. It's not enough though but it gave me a sigh of relief knowing that I'm now taking care of myself. Oh, if you're going to ask .. YES, I ALWAYS ABUSE MYSELF. I always think that I'm a Superwoman, (Whoever she is, or if there's any.) that I won't be stricken and inflicted by any diseases. I don't know where I got this, maybe because of too much stress. I seldom accumulate sickness, but when I do, it's worse than everyone can expect. Enough said. God bless you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1183602674771354187-430032967327770534?l=jeahlabyeshua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeahlabyeshua.blogspot.com/feeds/430032967327770534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1183602674771354187&amp;postID=430032967327770534&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1183602674771354187/posts/default/430032967327770534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1183602674771354187/posts/default/430032967327770534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeahlabyeshua.blogspot.com/2008/09/temple-of-holy-spirit.html' title='Temple of the Holy Spirit'/><author><name>Jeah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09297568703198514552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SUgUjgeU2xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KHDv-HyrJ10/S220/ssdfsdf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1183602674771354187.post-7819029793896653544</id><published>2008-09-02T13:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T13:17:08.347+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Basketball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Worship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evangelism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evangelists'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Youth Alive Ministry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mid Term Exams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Word of Hope Church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Foreign Pastors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anniversaries'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Revival'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spiritual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fellowship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FEU'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bands'/><title type='text'>Eagle's Wings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To my ever dearest Momhie Bea, HAPPY HAPPY DOS&lt;/span&gt;! 'Lovesyouuuu! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kakatapos lang ng &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Midterm Exams&lt;/span&gt;, tuloy agad sa lessons sa &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Economics&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;History&lt;/span&gt;. Break-- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jolibee&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ever Gotesco Mall&lt;/span&gt;. I finished their time telling devices. Our HW for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NatSci&lt;/span&gt;. Wow. I was too mabait. Doing those complicated devices is much work. One of my weaknesses is I always do favor for others. I know there's nothing wrong with it. In fact, everyone should be kind. But in my case, since weakness ko nga 'yun, minsan sobra na. People would keep asking me favors, even for just small things that they can obviously do for their selves. Lumala 'to nung High School. I don't want to disappoint all of my friends and classmates so I can show how good God is. Well, I am in College now, I do hope they would not take me for granted and will not abuse my kindness. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Natural Science&lt;/span&gt;. Break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to share you something, just a short overview of who I am. Ay gumaganoon! :P&lt;br /&gt;Every time that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jordan&lt;/span&gt;(#22) would not sit beside me, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joji&lt;/span&gt;(#21) will become my instant seatmate. ;)) We would always talk about different bands, of different genres. (Indie, Rock, Metal, Heavy Metal, Alternatives, Pop Rock, Slow Rock, etc.) He was totally freaking out when he found out na sobrang mas madami pa akong alam sa kaniya about Alternatives and Contemporary Music. Especially when it comes to bands. And yes I have connections to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Imago, Sandwhich, Datu's Tribe, Kiko Machine&lt;/span&gt;, and underground bands from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UP&lt;/span&gt;. Isama niyo na si &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RA Rivera&lt;/span&gt; at&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; DJ Ramon Bautista&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DJ Tad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DJ Angel&lt;/span&gt;!  xD Courtesy of my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kuya&lt;/span&gt;, of course! Though I haven't met all of them, I still want to say this. Ay? Ahahaha. Tapos ayon, bilib siya kay &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JP&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JP&lt;/span&gt; has this longing to form a Christian band, wala lang siyang makilalang gusto rin bumuo. :| Pray for him, would you? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, every after lunch breaks, the boys of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MC0812&lt;/span&gt; would always invite me to join them sa &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;DOTA&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt; nila. Ok, I admit, addict ako dun dati.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DATI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; That was before, before I became aware of it's disgusting benefits. FYI readers, don't follow my footsteps, please. When I was &lt;u&gt;2nd year high school&lt;/u&gt;, I was the only girl known who's playing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Warcraft Frozen Throne (DOTA) &lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;sa buong campus! In fact, every after dismissal, I and the guys will directly head our way to a Computer Shop and play for one hour lang naman. Hahaha. I stopped playing when I got addicted to another game, this time it's better. Pero bad parin syempre kung adik ka doon. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Freestyle Basketball&lt;/span&gt;. Beating the boys made me feel great kaya 'yun, galing ko kasi kaya hinanap hanap ko. Same thing with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;DOTA&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt; dati. I was bad. Nalaman nila 'yun, so they started inviting me. I always refuse. Wee. Totally focused na ako ngayon. A Christian converted to a True Christian.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ONE OF THE BOYS &lt;/span&gt;since birth. Hintayin niyo sa birthday post ko, I will include everything na. Clothing, Toys, Accessories, Games, Music, Bands, Movies, Sports, Shows, Colors I prefer that made me act and look like a guy. Psssh. Kulang na lang, beard. :)))))))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PE &lt;/span&gt;-- We practiced for uhm, our play. We made use of the time since it's still our break and as usual, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ms. Alolor&lt;/span&gt; was late. And then our section moved to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ARH 404&lt;/span&gt; room. Yes, practice for the upcoming cheer dance again. Excited much! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Boosters&lt;/span&gt; with some &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FEU Cheer dancers&lt;/span&gt; were their to coach us. Laugh trip!! Todo. I gathered my group mates in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Filipino&lt;/span&gt;. Discussed a bit for our props and costumes for tomorrow. I Pray that our play will turn out well. Dismissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ever Gotesco&lt;/span&gt;, nagpa-burn ako ng mga kanta namin for our Play tomorrow. Weee. I'm so excited, we only had 2 major practices. With matching kulitan at tawanan pa 'yun. Honestly, we're not that serious. 'Di pa cooperative lahat. But still I believe we can do good. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WoH&lt;/span&gt;. Special Service again. &lt;span&gt;Magaling na si&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; James Huey&lt;/span&gt;! Weee. I forgot to bring my Devotion notebook, and now I lost the outline for today's preaching. Aww. Read the Title.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God did not put you in a test to break you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He put you there to know how long would you trust in His power. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Wee. Word ni Lord sa'kin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; Sa amin.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I AM A MULTIPLIER, FULL OF JOY, BORN TO BIRTH CHANGE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; -- Haha, overused line for 4 days already. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evangelist Mikel French&lt;/span&gt; is a natural speaker indeed. :D Those who were not able to come yesterday, was anointed by oil today. Waaa. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mikel French&lt;/span&gt; would still stay for another SPECIAL SERVICE TOMORROW! Grabe na 'to! God had planned this well. Too bad,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; James Huey&lt;/span&gt; needs to go 'cause he will be performing at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Toky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt; for some events there. Bye James Hueeeey! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIG THIS! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mikel French and James Huey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HEyiQnOgvas/SOEWTNn4IFI/AAAAAAAAAOY/-GbOQUZKZVw/s1600-h/WOH5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HEyiQnOgvas/SOEWTNn4IFI/AAAAAAAAAOY/-GbOQUZKZVw/s320/WOH5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251503159820951634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pastor Dave prays for Brother James&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HEyiQnOgvas/SOEWS6enjWI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/JBXFC1sPYXU/s1600-h/Prayer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HEyiQnOgvas/SOEWS6enjWI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/JBXFC1sPYXU/s320/Prayer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251503154681843042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Youth Alive with Mikel French&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HEyiQnOgvas/SOEX_r9wqwI/AAAAAAAAAPA/cIZEiWzWFFg/s1600-h/Mikel+French+w+YA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HEyiQnOgvas/SOEX_r9wqwI/AAAAAAAAAPA/cIZEiWzWFFg/s320/Mikel+French+w+YA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251505023391673090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;With our very own Tatay, Pastor Marvin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HEyiQnOgvas/SOEWTaVBqPI/AAAAAAAAAOg/1RxSCKzBrNY/s1600-h/YA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HEyiQnOgvas/SOEWTaVBqPI/AAAAAAAAAOg/1RxSCKzBrNY/s320/YA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251503163231545586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now with James Huey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HEyiQnOgvas/SOEXkXfZXGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/yExKCi_opZc/s1600-h/YA2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HEyiQnOgvas/SOEXkXfZXGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/yExKCi_opZc/s320/YA2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251504554039139426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pastor Bob and Pastor Jun :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HEyiQnOgvas/SOEXkQIxX6I/AAAAAAAAAOw/7dFdmdJlDMk/s1600-h/Pastors+Much%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HEyiQnOgvas/SOEXkQIxX6I/AAAAAAAAAOw/7dFdmdJlDMk/s320/Pastors+Much%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251504552065195938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JAMES HUEY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HEyiQnOgvas/SOEWSaLmFTI/AAAAAAAAAOI/powRhqHnh6o/s1600-h/WOH13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HEyiQnOgvas/SOEWSaLmFTI/AAAAAAAAAOI/powRhqHnh6o/s320/WOH13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251503146012120370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yey! Buh-bye, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;James Huey&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Word of Hope&lt;/span&gt; especially &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeah&lt;/span&gt;, will miss you and your voice that glorifies God! Until now, LSS ako sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;When I Think About the Lord&lt;/span&gt;, very powerful. The notes, the lyrics, everything! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I'm sick, and it's getting worse. I need blood. I desire REST. D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;--fore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;XV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;er&lt;/span&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/1183602674771354187-7819029793896653544?l=jeahlabyeshua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeahlabyeshua.blogspot.com/feeds/7819029793896653544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1183602674771354187&amp;postID=7819029793896653544&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1183602674771354187/posts/default/7819029793896653544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1183602674771354187/posts/default/7819029793896653544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeahlabyeshua.blogspot.com/2008/09/eagles-wings.html' title='Eagle&apos;s Wings'/><author><name>Jeah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09297568703198514552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGdEZXD0W8w/SUgUjgeU2xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KHDv-HyrJ10/S220/ssdfsdf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HEyiQnOgvas/SOEWTNn4IFI/AAAAAAAAAOY/-GbOQUZKZVw/s72-c/WOH5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1183602674771354187.post-326961724518481583</id><published>2008-09-01T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T13:16:45.689+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Worship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evangelism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evangelists'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Corban Wheels Ministry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stalker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Word of Hope Church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='James Huey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blessed Jeahpee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soul Winning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spiritual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FEU'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sermons'/><title type='text'>Average and Slaves NO MORE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt; only means, rest day. But today was &lt;s&gt;restless.&lt;/s&gt; :| Plus the body pains from yesterday's dance training. -- The reasons for my discomfort every &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday.&lt;/span&gt; :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tanikala Play Presentation&lt;/span&gt;. Practice. The original arrangement: To meet at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TriNoma&lt;/span&gt;. It was already &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10am&lt;/span&gt; and no one is texting me. Haaay,  if this meeting would not be pushed through, I will never cooperate anymore. Messages of "EXCUSES" came in one by one. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Di pinayagan. -- Kakagising lang. -- Bawal gabihin&lt;/span&gt; -- ENOUGH! Hehe. Em not angry. :)) I finished our script, printed it out then headed my way to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TriNoma&lt;/span&gt;, to fetch my group mates. Out of 10, they're just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FOUR&lt;/span&gt; of them present. Good thing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Russel&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yuji&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jemmah&lt;/span&gt; are the main characters. I chortled because of&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Yuji&lt;/span&gt;'s lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yuji&lt;/span&gt;: Kayo, kapag pupunta sa amin, 'wag niyo na balakin.. Nakatira lang ako sa Spam area..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yuji&lt;/span&gt;: Puro N-Series nga phones ng mga tao dun. GSM naman! Galing sa magnanakaw..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yuji&lt;/span&gt;: Mahirap nga lang kami e.. Tignan niyo nga.. andami kong pimples.. *pauses then cracked up a lot* AHahahahha! Walang konek alam ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yuji&lt;/span&gt;: Tignan niyo nga 'yung tsinelas ko.. Nike nga, butas naman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We really chuckled a lot because, first, he was over acting, when he saying his punch lines. Second, he is really a rich kid. It only means that he does not live in a Spam Area.&lt;br /&gt;Third, NONSENSE sinasabi niya. Wala pang connect. :D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home. I showed them the finished script. They enjoyed it because I inserted English punch lines, that made the Play funny, and not just plain heavy drama at all. &lt;span&gt;Pansit&lt;/span&gt;. A very healthy one. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joji &lt;/span&gt;came. Woo. Lima na kami! I dig him for not getting lost for going on a not-familiar-place-for-the-first-time! He went here all the way from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cavite&lt;/span&gt;! Doon siya nakatira. Laugh trips on the dance steps for&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Raining Men&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Doobi-doo&lt;/span&gt;. I did the directing, a little choreo, and edited some lines form the script. I also did the downloading of the songs that will be used. Disappointed, because of the viruses from that doltish&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Limewire&lt;/span&gt;, I did not bother downloading anymore. And besides, I was not able to get the exact versions of the songs. :)) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Russel&lt;/span&gt; could not come with me to church 'cause it will start late. Awww. To make the long story shorter than short, they went home about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt; in the afternoon and I prepared for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Word of Hope Anointing Night&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WoH&lt;/span&gt;, around&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 6:30&lt;/span&gt; in the evening. 'Twas raining but it did not hold back the people from coming to the Service. Praise God for that! Praise and
