<?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-9111634058246554333</id><updated>2011-12-13T13:20:48.844-08:00</updated><category term='jokes'/><category term='Philippines'/><category term='candies'/><category term='earth'/><category term='nutrition'/><category term='news'/><category term='movies'/><category term='lists'/><category term='chocolates'/><category term='song'/><category term='marriage'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='useless facts'/><category term='military'/><category term='Black Nazarene'/><category term='Martin Luther King'/><category term='quotes from tv'/><category term='Baby names'/><category term='casino'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='celebrity'/><category term='sports'/><category term='internet'/><category term='trailer'/><category term='video'/><category term='Vlog'/><category term='mother'/><category term='boxing'/><category term='past'/><category term='cars'/><category term='poems'/><category term='halloween'/><category term='father'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='God'/><category term='politics'/><category term='violence'/><category term='book'/><category term='trick or treat'/><category term='networking'/><category term='American Idol'/><category term='life'/><category term='friendship'/><category term='tags'/><category term='tests'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='DMV'/><category term='expecting parents'/><category term='food'/><category term='Driving'/><category term='random thoughts'/><category term='quotes'/><category term='love story'/><category term='teens'/><category term='important people'/><category term='blogging'/><category term='love'/><category term='money'/><category term='fathers day'/><title type='text'>There are lessons in randomness. It's our journey!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>-edz-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13727013204292581748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/Sc6YDnhT7NI/AAAAAAAAARo/Ral_TWF-_s8/S220/baby_angel.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>165</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111634058246554333.post-8930978619842641887</id><published>2010-04-06T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T14:42:27.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>30 Things Every Woman Should Quit Doing By 30</title><content type='html'>Here's an article I stumbled upon on the internet yesterday. &lt;a href="http://www.thefrisky.com/post/246-30-things-every-woman-should-quit-doing-by-30/"&gt;The Frisky&lt;/a&gt; came out with a list of (as explained by the title) 30 things women should stop doing by the time they reach 30. Lets see whether you agree to this list or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buying clothes from the junior section.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Forgetting her parents’ birthdays.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Making out with her BFFs at bars for attention.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Making out with her boyfriend at bars for attention.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Filling her bed with stuffed animals (really, even one is too many).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Carrying a torch for anyone she hasn’t seen in the last five years.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rebelling against her parents for the sake of rebelling against her  parents.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Declaring an entire gender “all jerks.”&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Holding a grudge against anyone who wronged her in high school.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Skipping regular gyno exams.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Going to bed without washing and moisturizing her face.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being “that person” who had a bit too much to drink at the office  party.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Crushing on Justin Bieber.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thinking she’s got it all figured out.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Calling her father “daddy.”&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Engaging in sibling rivalry.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trying to get by on her looks.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Living paycheck to paycheck.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Expecting a man/knight in shining armor to swoop in and save her.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Aimlessly jumping from job to job.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Using MySpace to pick up guys.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Expecting a man to do all the wooing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wishing she had someone else’s life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Expecting everyone to drop everything because it’s her birthday ... &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;... or because her “boyfriend” of two weeks dumped her.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Measuring her self-worth by a number on the scale.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being cheap.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Quitting a job without having a new one lined up first (especially  in this economy!).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Blaming her mother for all her issues.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Romanticizing her 20s.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111634058246554333-8930978619842641887?l=edzjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8930978619842641887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111634058246554333&amp;postID=8930978619842641887' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/8930978619842641887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/8930978619842641887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/2010/04/30-things-every-woman-should-quit-doing.html' title='30 Things Every Woman Should Quit Doing By 30'/><author><name>-edz-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13727013204292581748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/Sc6YDnhT7NI/AAAAAAAAARo/Ral_TWF-_s8/S220/baby_angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111634058246554333.post-6101580337706128107</id><published>2010-02-15T22:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T02:17:27.807-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Your Mobile</title><content type='html'>Guess what? I got my first iPhone today at a really good price. Of course I am happy to finally have my very first touch screen phone complete with internet access anywhere I go at anytime of the day. Now, I can play around with the apps and voice memos. Exciting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course every gadget needs to have their own set of accessories. Mind you, there are a gazillion sources of cellular phone, most especially iPhone, accessories out there in the market. Some of which are sold on the internet at really cheap prices, however, there are two questions you should always ask yourself before purchasing – “is the product of good quality” and “how reliable is the seller”? Remember, the internet has lots of eyes lurking around for possible preys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of careful and secure buying, I found this wonderful website called &lt;a href="http://www.mobilefun.co.uk/"&gt;MobileFun&lt;/a&gt;. It has everything – and by that I mean everything – regarding cellular phones and cellphone gadgets. They cater to all cellphone brands and models from Blackberry to Nokia to Alcatel. They also carry authentic and great quality &lt;a href="http://www.mobilefun.co.uk/cat/Apple.htm"&gt;iPhone accessories&lt;/a&gt; ranging from &lt;a href="http://www.mobilefun.co.uk/cat/iPhone-Cases.htm"&gt;iPhone case&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.mobilefun.co.uk/cat/iPhone-Docks.htm"&gt;iPhone dock&lt;/a&gt;. All of which are within reasonable price ranges. I have another amazing news. If you have old cellular phones piling up in your homes, you can recycle those and actually earn money because &lt;a href="http://www.mobilefun.co.uk/"&gt;MobileFun&lt;/a&gt; also purchases old phones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can definitely say I can shop with ease and confidence with &lt;a href="http://www.mobilefun.co.uk/"&gt;MobileFun&lt;/a&gt;. They are indeed a one stop shop on the internet for they have everything available. They accept payments through Paypal and other major credit card companies such as Visa and Mastercard. All transactions with this company are certified secured and safe. Wherever you may be, worry not for &lt;a href="http://www.mobilefun.co.uk/"&gt;MobileFun&lt;/a&gt; ships out products all over the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the next time you want to treat your “geek” or “electronics-lover” self know that &lt;a href="http://www.mobilefun.co.uk/"&gt;MobileFun&lt;/a&gt; is one of the best places to go and shop for mobile accessories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111634058246554333-6101580337706128107?l=edzjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/6101580337706128107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111634058246554333&amp;postID=6101580337706128107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/6101580337706128107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/6101580337706128107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/2010/02/for-your-mobile.html' title='For Your Mobile'/><author><name>-edz-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13727013204292581748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/Sc6YDnhT7NI/AAAAAAAAARo/Ral_TWF-_s8/S220/baby_angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111634058246554333.post-7209064091114819256</id><published>2009-12-20T23:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T02:38:12.128-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All About Pearls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today, my friend texted me asking for a suggestion of a perfect gift for his mother. What perfect gift could you give to someone who has almost everything? Doesn’t every women love jewelry and most especially &lt;a href="http://www.pearlnecklacecenter.com"&gt;pearl jewelry&lt;/a&gt;? I immediately replied to my friend and told him about this website I occasionally visit. It is called Pearl Necklace Center and they sell genuine &lt;a href="http://www.pearlnecklacecenter.com"&gt;Japanese Akoya and freshwater pearl jewelries&lt;/a&gt;. They start at an affordable price of $24.99, but do you know what’s best about it? They have free shipping anywhere in the world! Tell me where else can one find such a great deal. All the pearls they use are personally hand-picked and knotted to maintain high quality that is incomparable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have an exquisite supply of classic &lt;a href="http://www.pearlnecklacecenter.com/pearl_earrings.htm"&gt;pearl earrings&lt;/a&gt; with unmatched superiority - one that I’ve never seen in other stores. They have a selection of colors to choose from, ranging from 14K gold with white, pink, lavender, grey, and black pearls. Their most popular necklaces have pink, white, grey, and purple pearls with 14K gold and &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/Sy9OZT31XsI/AAAAAAAAAU4/DPt8gOOSaHU/s1600-h/del.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 182px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/Sy9OZT31XsI/AAAAAAAAAU4/DPt8gOOSaHU/s320/del.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417635073488150210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sizes between 8.0 and 9.0 mm. They also have a large variety of pearl bracelets with various sizes and colors. One of my favorites, for example, is the 7 inch freshwater white pearl bracelet with 14K gold beads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The company is very committed in bringing the best quality pearls and satisfaction to their clients. They accept payments through Paypal and all types of credit cards, therefore, transactions are always fast and easy. With fast shipment, excellent customer service, affordable prices, and quality products – one can never go wrong with gift giving this holiday season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After recommending this website to my friend, he decided to buy his mom the best Christmas gift ever, a necklace from Pearl Necklace Center. This actually gave me the idea of buying my own mother a set of pearl jewelry for the holidays. Well, I might get myself a pair of those &lt;a href="http://www.pearlnecklacecenter.com/pearl_earrings.htm"&gt;pearl earring&lt;/a&gt; too. Always remember that nothing beats a classic set of pearl jewelries that last a lifetime. While the thought lasts forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Photo from Pearl Necklace Center&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111634058246554333-7209064091114819256?l=edzjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7209064091114819256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111634058246554333&amp;postID=7209064091114819256' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/7209064091114819256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/7209064091114819256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/2009/12/all-about-pearls.html' title='All About Pearls'/><author><name>-edz-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13727013204292581748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/Sc6YDnhT7NI/AAAAAAAAARo/Ral_TWF-_s8/S220/baby_angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/Sy9OZT31XsI/AAAAAAAAAU4/DPt8gOOSaHU/s72-c/del.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111634058246554333.post-1596131644187319192</id><published>2009-10-31T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T11:42:58.458-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>H1N1 Vaccine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://x33.xanga.com/3c3f0546c3c31247714430/z196410071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 216px;" src="http://x33.xanga.com/3c3f0546c3c31247714430/z196410071.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi everyone!&lt;br /&gt;I already got my H1N1 vaccine last Wednesday. I got my siblings their shots as well. What about you? If you haven't gone to get yours, well, act quickly now. You don't want it to be too late for you and your family. This type of flu spreads rapidly and the symptoms may be misleading because the manifestations are similar to other milder types of flu or infections. So, make room for it on your schedules. It only takes less than a minute to get the shots or the flu mists. You never know when they're gonna run out of supplies so hurry while you can. In the meantime, bear in mind the best preventive measure to any type of infection - wash your hands. If you can, carry around hand sanitizers because you never know when you're gonna need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo source: &lt;a href="http://www.autisable.com/710097071/h1n1-vaccine-questioned---autism/"&gt;Autisable&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111634058246554333-1596131644187319192?l=edzjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1596131644187319192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111634058246554333&amp;postID=1596131644187319192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/1596131644187319192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/1596131644187319192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/2009/10/h1n1-vaccine.html' title='H1N1 Vaccine'/><author><name>-edz-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13727013204292581748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/Sc6YDnhT7NI/AAAAAAAAARo/Ral_TWF-_s8/S220/baby_angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111634058246554333.post-8479848281621808775</id><published>2009-10-27T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T21:29:45.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random quote 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="profile_status"&gt;&lt;span id="status_text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;When you feel undecided and lost, grab a coin to toss.. Heads or tails will foretell your tale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Edz-&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/9111634058246554333-8479848281621808775?l=edzjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8479848281621808775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111634058246554333&amp;postID=8479848281621808775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/8479848281621808775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/8479848281621808775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/2009/10/random-quote-2.html' title='Random quote 2'/><author><name>-edz-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13727013204292581748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/Sc6YDnhT7NI/AAAAAAAAARo/Ral_TWF-_s8/S220/baby_angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111634058246554333.post-2670748523471920444</id><published>2009-10-05T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T20:08:34.955-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Random quote 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.radiosai.org/Journals/Vol_04/01May06/images/FeatureArticles/the%20world/human-nature.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 300px;" src="http://media.radiosai.org/Journals/Vol_04/01May06/images/FeatureArticles/the%20world/human-nature.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3  style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;"Why do we constantly scar ourselves and leave permanent reminders of our being human while hoping to never fall on the pit again. But as always and in our nature, we never learn."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;-Edz-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo from &lt;a href="http://media.radiosai.org/Journals/Vol_04/01May06/The_world_and_presence.htm"&gt;Radio Sai Listeners' Journal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111634058246554333-2670748523471920444?l=edzjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2670748523471920444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111634058246554333&amp;postID=2670748523471920444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/2670748523471920444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/2670748523471920444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/2009/10/random-quote-1.html' title='Random quote 1'/><author><name>-edz-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13727013204292581748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/Sc6YDnhT7NI/AAAAAAAAARo/Ral_TWF-_s8/S220/baby_angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111634058246554333.post-2045933992326051</id><published>2009-05-25T22:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T23:14:48.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink-Slip Capitals in the U.S.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;There was a sad article today featured on Yahoo's homepage. They titled it "America's Pink-Slip Capitals." Now, if none of you has ever received a pink-slip before then good for you. For those who are not aware as to what this pink-slip means let me give you a hint that simply means - you're fired! Fired because you did something stupid while on the clock, fired because you've been late for the nth time in a year, fired because you're a lousy worker, or just fired because your company is laying off thousands of workers due to this current recession.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;This is a global truth. Most businesses during this time of the year aren't doing so good. In fact a few have already filed for bankruptcy, closed, or slipping to that direction. The end results are what we witness around us; more houses foreclosed, debts gone unpaid, people unemployed, and more children not finishing school. In fact the unemployment rates in one of the most powerful countries has soared to probably it's highest record ever. (or will be soon if no solution is implemented) According to the U.S. Bureau of Labor Statistics, during the first quarter of this year about 3,489 mass layoffs happened leaving 559,000 people jobless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;The picture is worsening and no clear solution is in sight. Even if some of us still have jobs, we can and will still feel the effects of this slowing economy and rising unemployment rates. We all live in one world and every single second, each deed of a single person affects our lives one way or another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;So today, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://realestate.yahoo.com/promo/americas-pink-slip-capitals.html;_ylc=X3oDMTFxbWE1czRzBF9TAzI3MTYxNDkEX3MDOTc2MjA0NjUEc2VjA2ZwLXRvZGF5BHNsawNwaW5rLXNsaXAtY2FwaXRhbHM-"&gt;Yahoo! Real Estate&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; gave out the top 5 cities in the country that are greatly affected by the ongoing mass layoffs. The top 5 pink-slip capitals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://realestate.yahoo.com/Michigan/Detroit;_ylt=AuspBRCQFSdcdQU6Qzv1hcHxkdEF"&gt;Detroit, Mich.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mass Layoffs:&lt;/strong&gt; 57&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Workers Affected:&lt;/strong&gt; 14,781&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://realestate.yahoo.com/Illinois/Chicago;_ylt=ApjgS72DyKE.EafDHclgG5bxkdEF"&gt;Chicago, Ill.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/ShuIGB1NmMI/AAAAAAAAAUg/fm3LiBP2Xko/s1600-h/layoff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 224px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/ShuIGB1NmMI/AAAAAAAAAUg/fm3LiBP2Xko/s320/layoff.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340011420330072258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mass Layoffs:&lt;/strong&gt; 87&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Workers Affected:&lt;/strong&gt; 13,647&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://realestate.yahoo.com/California/Los_Angeles;_ylt=AqAg98oBhKG7RxEGq1uNgeDxkdEF"&gt;Los Angeles, Calif.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mass Layoffs:&lt;/strong&gt; 100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Workers Affected:&lt;/strong&gt; 10,594&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://realestate.yahoo.com/New_York/New_York;_ylt=AqArurEpMZDjReat2nnaL6bxkdEF"&gt;New York, N.Y.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mass Layoffs:&lt;/strong&gt; 61&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Workers Affected:&lt;/strong&gt; 8,688&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://realestate.yahoo.com/Nevada/Las_Vegas;_ylt=AnRut2EbEmOG9UvEj8u0QzzxkdEF"&gt;Las Vegas, Nev.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mass Layoffs:&lt;/strong&gt; 55&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Workers Affected:&lt;/strong&gt; 8,367&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Yes, unfortunately, my own city is part of the list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I just hope and pray that the economy will start to pick up again then we can all raise our heads and say we made it through the crisis as one country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Photo from &lt;a href="http://skillpointalliance.wordpress.com/"&gt;Skillpoint Alliance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111634058246554333-2045933992326051?l=edzjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2045933992326051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111634058246554333&amp;postID=2045933992326051' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/2045933992326051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/2045933992326051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/2009/05/pink-slip-capitals-in-us.html' title='Pink-Slip Capitals in the U.S.'/><author><name>-edz-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13727013204292581748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/Sc6YDnhT7NI/AAAAAAAAARo/Ral_TWF-_s8/S220/baby_angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/ShuIGB1NmMI/AAAAAAAAAUg/fm3LiBP2Xko/s72-c/layoff.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111634058246554333.post-4978178057257877964</id><published>2009-05-22T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T18:51:01.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiss Me Through The Phone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/ShdWGup-YwI/AAAAAAAAAUY/VRuy3v3RmBY/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/ShdWGup-YwI/AAAAAAAAAUY/VRuy3v3RmBY/s200/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338830556874302210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, not me alright?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother and his band had a practice this afternoon. At one point, his friend was listening to Soulja Boy's "Kiss Me Through the Phone" but even before the song ended this other friend stopped it. He then blurted out, "I don't like this song. How can you kiss someone through the phone?!?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Middle schoolers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;source: &lt;a href="http://www.elanso.com/ArticleModule/PKVcGwPzUpSEPUJNP0NOKAIi.html"&gt;Elanso&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111634058246554333-4978178057257877964?l=edzjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4978178057257877964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111634058246554333&amp;postID=4978178057257877964' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/4978178057257877964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/4978178057257877964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/2009/05/kiss-me-through-phone.html' title='Kiss Me Through The Phone'/><author><name>-edz-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13727013204292581748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/Sc6YDnhT7NI/AAAAAAAAARo/Ral_TWF-_s8/S220/baby_angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/ShdWGup-YwI/AAAAAAAAAUY/VRuy3v3RmBY/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111634058246554333.post-6482967639785444982</id><published>2009-05-08T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T22:47:11.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May - A New Beginning</title><content type='html'>Another month is here! April is history!&lt;br /&gt;By the way, how did this month start for all of you? Mine.. is so so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can tell I've been away from the blogging scene for quite some time... again. Yeah, I always disappear from time to time. It's to make like exciting.&lt;br /&gt;A lot has happened within the past few weeks; finals in school, met old friends from other states, help people, planned, failed, succeeded, etc. To sum it all up: a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I am excited though. Well, actually more like filled with mixed emotions. Why? Because I am starting a new chapter in my life pretty soon. A more serious chapter as I may say. Call it the "bridge over troubled water" phase of my life. This is gonna be quite a long and bumpy journey but, as much as I am scared, I am looking forward to it. I take it as a blessing from God and I welcome every trials with open arms because I know He won't give it to me if He knows I can't overcome it. Plus, what is there to worry if God is always by your side. (Right Bro?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I have learned to enjoy and be grateful for whatever I currently have and do not. There is a reason for everything, right? So to all of you, live life one day at a time yet remember to make the most out of every moment! Cause we only live this life once - so do it right.&lt;br /&gt;Quick note: learn to read the omens, they will lead you to your Personal Legend. **wink**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111634058246554333-6482967639785444982?l=edzjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/6482967639785444982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111634058246554333&amp;postID=6482967639785444982' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/6482967639785444982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/6482967639785444982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/2009/05/may-new-beginning.html' title='May - A New Beginning'/><author><name>-edz-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13727013204292581748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/Sc6YDnhT7NI/AAAAAAAAARo/Ral_TWF-_s8/S220/baby_angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111634058246554333.post-3985347005879716935</id><published>2009-04-18T02:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T18:25:25.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything</title><content type='html'>Today I want to share a very special video with you guys. It is a video my best friend showed me, if I'm not mistaken, perhaps about a year ago. Since then it has become a personal favorite. I tried to share it to as many people as possible. Then I realized that's not enough and i won't be able to reach out to others that I don't talk to often. So I'm posting the video here so you can also see and take part in its' heart-warming message. I hope you'll help spread this call by sharing it to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.tangle.com/flash/swf/flvplayer.swf" flashvars="viewkey=ee73e63418003b47d7d5" wmode="transparent" quality="high" name="tangle" allowscriptaccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" width="330" height="270"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video courtesy of &lt;a href="http://www.tangle.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ee73e63418003b47d7d5"&gt;Tangle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111634058246554333-3985347005879716935?l=edzjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/3985347005879716935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111634058246554333&amp;postID=3985347005879716935' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/3985347005879716935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/3985347005879716935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/2009/04/everything.html' title='Everything'/><author><name>-edz-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13727013204292581748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/Sc6YDnhT7NI/AAAAAAAAARo/Ral_TWF-_s8/S220/baby_angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111634058246554333.post-994676899383413748</id><published>2009-04-16T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T18:32:27.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Bisaya Post... Sa Mga Makasabot Lang.</title><content type='html'>Note: Haaaay.. naglisod baya jud ko ug tubag.. pero nalingaw pud ko maski unsaon. haha! Ikaw dawbi tan-awon nato kung maayo pud ka.. tubaga pud mga pangutana ani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/SeeAEvK6lxI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/MSUdODDMbBE/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325365903258982162" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 128px; height: 157px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/SeeAEvK6lxI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/MSUdODDMbBE/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BALAOD! (Char!): Ayaw pag ininglis ug dili pod pwede mag tinagalog. Kinahanglan bisaya ra tanan imo mga tubag. Kasabot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unsa imong gusto mahitabo karon dayon?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; matulog. tagtulog baya ko. hapdos na akong mata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unsa imo gi buhat kaganiha buntag?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; daghan. nagtuon, natulog kadyot, misulod sa klase, naminaw sa maestra, nagdrive, ug daghan pa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kanus-a ka na tao?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;01-06-1989 numero nalang aron di ko na i-bisaya. haha! (&lt;&lt;-- pati katawa kelangan bisaya? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taga Cebu ka? &gt;&gt; dili&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naka adto naka sa General Santos?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; wala pa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naka adto naka sa Night Cafe sa Cagayan de Oro?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; oo nakaadto na noh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naka kaon na ka ug Pastel gikan Camiguin?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; oo. ginadalhan ko adto ni Miranda. taga-didto man sya. salamat Mirandz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa imong mga amigo, kinsa sa imong pag tan-aw ang pinaka gwapo/gwapa?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; wala! hahaha! ako nalang aron wlay maglalis sa ila&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naka kaon naka ug Durian?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; oo noh! lami baya. padalhi ko diri sa america bi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aha ka mas ganahan? Facebook o Friendster?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; ambot. samukan lang ko aning daghan updates sa facebook sa mga ginabuhat sa mga tao.. nga gi-awat pud ng friendster.. di man gud ko chismosa. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naa kai Uyab?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; oo daghan sila!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung naa, Kinsa?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; daghan lagi ang uban gani wa kabalo uyab diay mi. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naka adto naka sa Kaamulan sa Bukidnon?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; wla pa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naka pag 5-6 na ba ka sa Bombay?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; wla pud. wla koy plano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa imong mga amigo/amiga, kang kinsa ka pinaka gaka hadlok?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; uhmmm.. ambot.. sa mukaon ug tao sguro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa imong mga amigo/amiga, kinsa ang pinaka kataw-anan?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; uhmm.. daghan man sila. nagkatag sa kalibutan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa imong mga amigo/amiga, kinsa ang pinaka pala hubog?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; haha. ambot lang kabalo na sila..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banggiitan ba ka nga tao?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; ambot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aha ka ga skwela?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; sa UNLV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naka kita na ba ka ug Buaya sa Crocodile Farm sa Davao?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; uhmm.. wla pa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naka kita npod ba ka og Philippine Eagle?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Oo gud.. murag langgam lagi nah! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naka adto naka ug Bohol?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; wla pa lagi na.. pareho raba gyud daw bisaya ang Surigao ug Bohol. lingaw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naka kita na ka ug Tarsier?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; uhhmmm.. wla pa.. naa mi alaga kani-adto dawbi kay namatay bag-o pa ko nakauli sa surigao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naka kita na ba ka ug baboy nga gi ihaw?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; wla pud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naka adto naka sa Camiguin?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; wla!!! unsa ba ni puro man wla tubag ko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ga kaon ba ka og Lanzones?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; oo! haaaayy.. naka "oo" ra gyud ko usab. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa imong mga amigo/amiga, kang kinsa ka pinaka ga salig sa imong mga problema?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; uhmm.. kay Bes nako&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naka pangotot na ba ka sa daghan tao?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; hahahah! oo.. unsaon taman tao lang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naa ba kai Iro?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; hahaha.. pagbasa ko tong unsa "LRO" ingon ko unsay "LRO"...pi*** "iRO" man diay pasabot. haha! wla na. nabilin man tong 2 sa surigao namatay na pud ang isa.. kinsay manghatag dra?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinsa imong gusto makit-an karon?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; ako mga parente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GMA o ABSCBN?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; abs-cbn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unsa imong gi panihapon kagabii?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; pansit kay ..... ay ambot di ko kabalo unsaon pag ingon sa bisaya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unsa imong plano buhaton pagka human nimo mag Internet?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; magtuon kay may .... ambot unsaon pag bisaya.. ay basta may klase ako unya hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unsa imo buhaton karon gabii?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; daghan gyud.. basta ganahan na gyud ko matulog haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kang kinsa ka pinaka gaka sumhan?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; hala.. wla pa man nuon. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unsa imong kalingawan?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; hahaha! mag internet ug mag tv. hahaha! daghan makit-an ug mabuhat sa internet eh hala! hoy, buotan ko..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ga palit ba ka ug Peke nga DVD?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; hahaha! wla pa.. kay ako ang gapameke ug DVD hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nag lisod ba ka ug tubag ani nga kailangan bisaya ra imong mga tubag?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; oo noh! ginahuna huna sah nako ako tubag adeser nako ginapindot kaning keyboard. hahaha! unsa man intawon ni akong bisaya di naman diri-diretso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Photo source &lt;a href="http://redrose1988.wordpress.com/"&gt;Red Rose&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111634058246554333-994676899383413748?l=edzjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/994676899383413748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111634058246554333&amp;postID=994676899383413748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/994676899383413748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/994676899383413748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-first-bisaya-post-sa-mga-makasabot.html' title='My First Bisaya Post... Sa Mga Makasabot Lang.'/><author><name>-edz-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13727013204292581748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/Sc6YDnhT7NI/AAAAAAAAARo/Ral_TWF-_s8/S220/baby_angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/SeeAEvK6lxI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/MSUdODDMbBE/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111634058246554333.post-339565716500703320</id><published>2009-04-15T00:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T00:47:17.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/SeWQKQaF1GI/AAAAAAAAAUI/Hok8asg4ljc/s1600-h/JesusonEasterSunday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 227px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/SeWQKQaF1GI/AAAAAAAAAUI/Hok8asg4ljc/s320/JesusonEasterSunday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324820640312972386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As we all know last sunday was Easter Sunday. To some people this marks the end of the lent season. A time when Jesus Christ was resurrected. It serves as a reminder to all of us that God loves us so much that He sacrificed the life of His only begotten son to save us from our sins and give us salvation. However, to most kids that day meant one thing, one really important activity - Easter Egg Hunting! That seems like a pretty fun and exciting thing to do huh..? You hunt for colored or painted eggs then all of a sudden there's either candies or cash inside. I wish they have adult versions of Egg Hunting and each egg hides a minimum of a thousand dollars. Boy that would be great! So much for stimulus checks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I observed one thing that happened last sunday. All of a sudden the churches where packed with people that the streets where flooded with cars. I questioned "Why all of a sudden?" I went to church during Ash Wednesday and Palm Sunday but the volume of people was only half or a third of those that came last sunday. My church has two buildings yet only one is use for masses. However, because of the large number of people that went to church just this Easter Sunday, the community had to hold 2 separate masses in those two buildings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wondered why most of us (yes, as a human, I do not exclude myself) only want to be a part of Jesus' resurrection and not during the times when He was suffering. We celebrate His resurrection with Him but hide away when He was in pain because of us. Where were all these people during those times that all of a sudden they popped up on Easter Sunday? Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Photo courtesy of &lt;a href="http://www.opendoorcoffeehouse.org/"&gt;Open Door Coffee House&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111634058246554333-339565716500703320?l=edzjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/339565716500703320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111634058246554333&amp;postID=339565716500703320' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/339565716500703320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/339565716500703320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/2009/04/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>-edz-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13727013204292581748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/Sc6YDnhT7NI/AAAAAAAAARo/Ral_TWF-_s8/S220/baby_angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/SeWQKQaF1GI/AAAAAAAAAUI/Hok8asg4ljc/s72-c/JesusonEasterSunday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111634058246554333.post-3556768148351734269</id><published>2009-04-12T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T18:06:35.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter Everyone!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/SeKP7UGDarI/AAAAAAAAAUA/_MfoKssL3G4/s1600-h/Easter_Egg_Hunt.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 244px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/SeKP7UGDarI/AAAAAAAAAUA/_MfoKssL3G4/s320/Easter_Egg_Hunt.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323975958674500274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a short entry to extend my Easter greetings to everyone. Here is a simple yet wonderful quote I received from my best friend last week. Just wanted to share its message with everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The poorest person in the world is not the one with a single coin in his hand... but the one without JESUS in his live."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun with your Easter egg hunting! I hope you enjoy the parties without forgetting why we celebrate this religious event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo courtesy of &lt;a href="http://cachagua.net/church.htm"&gt;Cachagua Church&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111634058246554333-3556768148351734269?l=edzjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/3556768148351734269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111634058246554333&amp;postID=3556768148351734269' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/3556768148351734269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/3556768148351734269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-easter-everyone.html' title='Happy Easter Everyone!'/><author><name>-edz-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13727013204292581748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/Sc6YDnhT7NI/AAAAAAAAARo/Ral_TWF-_s8/S220/baby_angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/SeKP7UGDarI/AAAAAAAAAUA/_MfoKssL3G4/s72-c/Easter_Egg_Hunt.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111634058246554333.post-7294007307942165100</id><published>2009-04-06T17:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T21:12:38.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When I Visited My Doctor</title><content type='html'>Today I went to meet my new primary physician for a regular check-up (and because I needed to, a requirement for something). Anyhow, while the physician was listening to my heartbeat and lungs, she noticed some heart murmurs. She asked if my previous physician ever noticed heart murmurs before then I told her no. FYI: Heart murmurs can be harmless or abnormal. Some heart murmurs can occur for a lifetime and post no harm to the individual while pathologic murmurs indicate problems such as narrowing or leaking of the valves. Hearing the latter suggests further tests and examinations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/Sdqofp46OsI/AAAAAAAAAT4/eo-dx52HqHs/s1600-h/drmariowiifit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 165px; height: 178px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/Sdqofp46OsI/AAAAAAAAAT4/eo-dx52HqHs/s320/drmariowiifit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321751171465624258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to worry guys. I'm young and healthy. My physician said it could just be because I may not have had enough water that morning and I'm dehydrated which causes my heart to sound like that. So to be sure I had an EKG done and if something seems abnormal then she might call me next week to order an ultrasound of my heart. But I'm feeling perfectly fine so I have no worries or whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that is really not the purpose of this entry. I read an article a couple of days ago about a survey done by a prestigious university and the study concluded that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"80 % of patients"&lt;/span&gt; who leave the doctor's office do not have a full or complete understanding of their condition and diagnosis. I know I do not have the direct source with me but you can quote me on that. I was shocked myself to know such a large percentage of people go in for check ups or follows up and leave without fully grasping the knowledge necessary for them to deal with their conditions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what happened? It could be that the doctors failed to fully explain their diagnosis and the treatments because the patients are not asking further questions which leads the physicians to assume that the patients understand what really is happening and how to manage their conditions. So what should be done? According to the study, physicians should not only explain what the patients' conditions are but must thoroughly explain what and how the treatments or medications work. They should also include what foods and activities to do and avoid in order to restore optimum health. As for the patients, they should not just say "yes doctor" all the time, instead, they should ask questions after questions as to what should be done and why such affects their health. This type of understanding between patients and physicians should be achieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the next time you go in for a check up: Do not hesitate to ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Photo courtesy of &lt;a href="http://www.engadget.com/tag/wiifit"&gt;Wiifit Engadget&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111634058246554333-7294007307942165100?l=edzjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7294007307942165100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111634058246554333&amp;postID=7294007307942165100' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/7294007307942165100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/7294007307942165100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/2009/04/when-visiting-your-doctor.html' title='When I Visited My Doctor'/><author><name>-edz-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13727013204292581748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/Sc6YDnhT7NI/AAAAAAAAARo/Ral_TWF-_s8/S220/baby_angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/Sdqofp46OsI/AAAAAAAAAT4/eo-dx52HqHs/s72-c/drmariowiifit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111634058246554333.post-8862078866638609533</id><published>2009-04-05T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T17:55:57.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Las Vegas Earth Hour 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Before the month of March ended, I invited all of you to take part in joining the world for Earth Hour 2009 by turning off your lights for 60 minutes. So did you? I did. Well, somehow. My family and I turned off all the lights and watched a movie in one room. (It even lasted for more than an hour. Walah!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole Las Vegas Strip also did its part. We do know how much electricity this little city consumes each day because of its casinos and parties and what not. So I'm glad it joined in the Earth Hour campaign this year and stick to what it promised. Below are pictures and video of the same 60 minutes of lights out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/SdlR8kg8wMI/AAAAAAAAATw/ydqEtZtCgws/s1600-h/scaled.onandoff_t6512.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 543px; height: 175px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/SdlR8kg8wMI/AAAAAAAAATw/ydqEtZtCgws/s400/scaled.onandoff_t6512.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321374535750828226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Before and after shots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4f8cbd2ac503ed3c" 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://v18.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4f8cbd2ac503ed3c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330093956%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D68FFC34362B38120982F16507711998A9EBAE7DE.6FC66E61361BA482F98A6AE4613BF740CA466BF9%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4f8cbd2ac503ed3c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DGAdDyZntrkV3Xuz7uVdLpq_K0WA&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://v18.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4f8cbd2ac503ed3c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330093956%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D68FFC34362B38120982F16507711998A9EBAE7DE.6FC66E61361BA482F98A6AE4613BF740CA466BF9%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4f8cbd2ac503ed3c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DGAdDyZntrkV3Xuz7uVdLpq_K0WA&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;For more information visit &lt;a href="http://www.lasvegassun.com/news/2009/mar/28/live-blog-las-vegas-gets-ready-go-unplugged-earth-/"&gt;Las Vegas Sun webpage.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Photo and video courtesy of &lt;a href="http://www.lasvegassun.com/"&gt;Las Vegas Sun.&lt;/a&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/9111634058246554333-8862078866638609533?l=edzjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8862078866638609533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111634058246554333&amp;postID=8862078866638609533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/8862078866638609533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/8862078866638609533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/2009/04/las-vegas-earth-hour-2009.html' title='Las Vegas Earth Hour 2009'/><author><name>-edz-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13727013204292581748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/Sc6YDnhT7NI/AAAAAAAAARo/Ral_TWF-_s8/S220/baby_angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/SdlR8kg8wMI/AAAAAAAAATw/ydqEtZtCgws/s72-c/scaled.onandoff_t6512.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111634058246554333.post-2109878701675441759</id><published>2009-04-01T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T18:09:10.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad News - Immediate Blog Shutdown</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/SdQNkw7nrWI/AAAAAAAAATA/ls70Rz3Ex-Q/s1600-h/shutdown_targitgmbh_20080102152419.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/SdQNkw7nrWI/AAAAAAAAATA/ls70Rz3Ex-Q/s320/shutdown_targitgmbh_20080102152419.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319891985092816226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hi everyone. As much as I am excited to share with you my page's new look and possible potentials, I have bad news. I have recently received an email informing me that my blog will be shutdown soon due to copyright infringement issues. I was really saddened and taken by surprise with this news. I still do not know how to react. However, I have to accept the fate of this almost 3 year old blog. Its journey is only up to here and it is time to move on to greater things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUT WAIT!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Something important!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just remember one thing. The month of March ended yesterday so that means today is the start of a brand new month. Today is already the first of April. Wow. Time does fly by so fast. And what does the first of April mean? APRIL FOOL'S DAY! Yeah, so good news for me since my blog is not going to be shutdown and never will be!!!! That's bad news for you since you have to continue reading and enduring my blog. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all! And thanks for dropping by! Keep on reading and as I always tell my fellow bloggers - "Happy Blogging!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Image courtesy of &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/downloads/dashboard/movie_tv/shutdown_targitgmbh.html"&gt;Apple&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111634058246554333-2109878701675441759?l=edzjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2109878701675441759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111634058246554333&amp;postID=2109878701675441759' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/2109878701675441759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/2109878701675441759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/2009/04/bad-news-immediate-blog-shutdown.html' title='Bad News - Immediate Blog Shutdown'/><author><name>-edz-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13727013204292581748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/Sc6YDnhT7NI/AAAAAAAAARo/Ral_TWF-_s8/S220/baby_angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/SdQNkw7nrWI/AAAAAAAAATA/ls70Rz3Ex-Q/s72-c/shutdown_targitgmbh_20080102152419.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111634058246554333.post-8193710777241518581</id><published>2009-03-30T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T00:31:58.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Plans For Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/SdB0jfkq-lI/AAAAAAAAASI/iRWv3fNHsSo/s1600-h/thinkingcap.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 204px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/SdB0jfkq-lI/AAAAAAAAASI/iRWv3fNHsSo/s320/thinkingcap.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318879313044109906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hi everyone. How's it going?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay it's late and I shouldn't be blogging considering the amount of pending works I need to do. But I'm excited for I came across some ideas today. Anyway, just so you know, I am planning to do some changes in my blog for the next couple of weeks. Are they major ones? I'm not really sure yet. No definite plans but I'm working on that. If some of you may remember, in the past i already made the attempt of changing my beloved blog but I failed. I was so paranoid of loosing all the contents that I stopped and, in fact, had to re-add some of the links in my blog roll. So if all of a sudden your site's link is no longer in my list just let me know.&lt;br /&gt;Don't wonder if some widgets or add on's might become missing all of a sudden. Hopefully this time i won't make the same mistake again. I might need your help though. Anyone willing to edit my blog for me? SOS! *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I might try to see what I can do (by myself) perhaps this time I might actually succeed but if I fail again (crossed fingers) then.. I might break down and you won't see me blogging for the next year or so. Hopefully it's the former. I might have to dig out the "Tech geek" in me. Alright, as I always say "Happy blogging!" Hopefully my thinking cap will work this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo courtesy of &lt;a href="http://school.discoveryeducation.com/clipart/clip/thinkingcap.html"&gt;Discovery Education.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111634058246554333-8193710777241518581?l=edzjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8193710777241518581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111634058246554333&amp;postID=8193710777241518581' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/8193710777241518581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/8193710777241518581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/2009/03/plans-for-blog.html' title='Plans For Blog'/><author><name>-edz-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13727013204292581748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/Sc6YDnhT7NI/AAAAAAAAARo/Ral_TWF-_s8/S220/baby_angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/SdB0jfkq-lI/AAAAAAAAASI/iRWv3fNHsSo/s72-c/thinkingcap.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111634058246554333.post-1389142266643398422</id><published>2009-03-28T01:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T01:51:43.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Earth Hour 2009</title><content type='html'>Turn off. Turn out. Take action and participate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m sure a lot of you are aware of what Earth Hour is. If not, then where have you been these past 2 years? Anyw&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/Sc3kmLm_GGI/AAAAAAAAARg/C84yVoV0rQA/s1600-h/earthhour343d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/Sc3kmLm_GGI/AAAAAAAAARg/C84yVoV0rQA/s320/earthhour343d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318158079596894306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ay, Earth Hour is basically a global call to take action on Global Warming. This year, Earth Hour 2009 aims to reach more people and cities to take part and take responsibility in working toward a sustainable future. Currently, the campaign has spread to 3,900 cities in 84 countries. Today 300 cities and towns in 43 states and the District of Columbia will turn off their lights for an hour. Even the “Welcome to Las Vegas” sign, a world famous landmark, and many of the Las Vegas Strip properties will be turned off in cooperation to Earth Hour. There will be new global icons participating as well this year namely the European Union Headquarters in Brussels, St. Peter’s Basilica in Vatican City, and the Bird’s Nest Olympic Stadium in Beijing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what are you waiting for? Get ready and be part of the action. Earth Hour will take place at 8:30 to 9:30 pm at your local times. Before the lights turn out, plan activities that you can enjoy by yourself or with friends and families. Why not create a candlelight dinner or go outside and stargaze. There are endless activities you can do. Just try not to trip over something and hurt yourself or someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if Google's turning its' lights off this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo from: &lt;a href="http://www.canada.com/topics/technology/story.html?id=b57ab7e3-f4b6-4c0d-b7f1-82f13a7e4c6a&amp;k=57843"&gt;Canada&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111634058246554333-1389142266643398422?l=edzjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1389142266643398422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111634058246554333&amp;postID=1389142266643398422' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/1389142266643398422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/1389142266643398422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/2009/03/earth-hour-2009.html' title='Earth Hour 2009'/><author><name>-edz-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13727013204292581748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/Sc6YDnhT7NI/AAAAAAAAARo/Ral_TWF-_s8/S220/baby_angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/Sc3kmLm_GGI/AAAAAAAAARg/C84yVoV0rQA/s72-c/earthhour343d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111634058246554333.post-229662378040626424</id><published>2009-03-20T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T11:07:41.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost and Found</title><content type='html'>Here's a comic strip I found off the internet just today. I found it both funny and realistic. Indeed, a lot of us out there are feeling the same feeling of lost as this little boy. Unfortunately, current times have caused us to loose the essential values in our lives. However, although they may not be tangible, they can still be found. We just have to know where to find and nurture them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So just double click on the strip to enlarge it and read the prints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://www.berkeleybreathed.com/Images/fav_strip9_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 406px; height: 192px;" src="https://www.berkeleybreathed.com/Images/fav_strip9_full.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111634058246554333-229662378040626424?l=edzjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/229662378040626424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111634058246554333&amp;postID=229662378040626424' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/229662378040626424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/229662378040626424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/2009/03/lost-and-found.html' title='Lost and Found'/><author><name>-edz-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13727013204292581748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/Sc6YDnhT7NI/AAAAAAAAARo/Ral_TWF-_s8/S220/baby_angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111634058246554333.post-9087458221683509685</id><published>2009-03-09T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T11:35:25.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On Moving On</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.soundoflife.net/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/broken-heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 333px;" src="http://www.soundoflife.net/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/broken-heart.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Giving up something doesn't mean you're weak, instead, it makes you strong to let go of something important to you. 'Cause love is not what makes you complete it's when you learn to be unselfish."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The real purpose of love is not getting what we want but unselfishly giving what we have. We don't put a price on the love that we give because we should give it unselfishly without compensation. We don't love someone because of what he/she is, but because of who we are when we are with him/her. Love should not just be about receiving, it should be about loving and just loving because it makes us happy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Photo from: &lt;a href="http://www.soundoflife.net/"&gt;Love Quotes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111634058246554333-9087458221683509685?l=edzjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/9087458221683509685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111634058246554333&amp;postID=9087458221683509685' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/9087458221683509685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/9087458221683509685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/2009/03/on-giving-up.html' title='On Moving On'/><author><name>-edz-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13727013204292581748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/Sc6YDnhT7NI/AAAAAAAAARo/Ral_TWF-_s8/S220/baby_angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111634058246554333.post-7394690496293840804</id><published>2009-02-05T02:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T02:17:23.527-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Perfect Time</title><content type='html'>As I stare into the night&lt;br /&gt;I try to free my mind of worries and pain&lt;br /&gt;A drape of comfort and warmth soothes my senses&lt;br /&gt;As I recall your warm embrace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The loneliness of darkness seem deafening&lt;br /&gt;But the thought of you plays music to my ears&lt;br /&gt;And as I sing along the melody&lt;br /&gt;I hear your voice hum the harmony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel trapped in my world of ambitions and security&lt;br /&gt;Each day the more I yearn for your company&lt;br /&gt;Romeo and Juliet they say our romance is&lt;br /&gt;But theirs’ is a story cut short too soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each time I take one step forward&lt;br /&gt;I make two steps back&lt;br /&gt;Soon after I smile&lt;br /&gt;I fear for a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I fear to close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna drown in your eyes forever&lt;br /&gt;If sleeping tonight means starting tomorrow without you&lt;br /&gt;I’d rather stay awake all my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But like a caterpillar that transforms into a butterfly&lt;br /&gt;And a rose that blooms in spring&lt;br /&gt;Each creature has its own perfect time&lt;br /&gt;And each fairytale has its ‘once upon a time’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is always a rainbow after every rain&lt;br /&gt;There is happiness waiting behind all this pain&lt;br /&gt;What I ask is for you to hold on and be strong &lt;br /&gt;Maybe only then can we find that ‘happily ever after’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now I will let this love be free&lt;br /&gt;If it is right, it will find its way back to where it was meant to be &lt;br /&gt;And that is here with you and me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111634058246554333-7394690496293840804?l=edzjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7394690496293840804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111634058246554333&amp;postID=7394690496293840804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/7394690496293840804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/7394690496293840804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/2009/02/perfect-time.html' title='The Perfect Time'/><author><name>-edz-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13727013204292581748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/Sc6YDnhT7NI/AAAAAAAAARo/Ral_TWF-_s8/S220/baby_angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111634058246554333.post-6299250688313518829</id><published>2009-02-03T21:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T22:24:24.154-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Autotropolis</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Are you in search of a car? Finding a hard time looking for the perfect one that will match both your needs and style? Are you a first time buyer that can’t seem to make up your mind? Well, worry no more for there is a website that will help you solve your automotive problems. Whether you’re a first time buyer or a car expert Autotropolis.com is the place to be in finding the perfect car for you!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As a car fanatic myself, I’m glad to have found my way to Autotropolis.com. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;They have the widest coverage of both &lt;a href="http://www.autotropolis.com"&gt;new autos&lt;/a&gt; and previously-owned vehicles. For those, like me, who are looking to purchase &lt;a href="http://www.autotropolis.com"&gt;new cars&lt;/a&gt;, Autotropolis.com has the best New Car Research Center that will help you find that dream car. And no need to sweat it since they offer reviews, pictures, specs, videos, and pricing. They have a Vehicle Selector Aid that will guide you in matching your needs, wants, and budget to that perfect vehicle.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now if you think new cars are out of your price budget there’s no need to panic. Autotropolis.com can help you search &lt;a href="http://www.autotropolis.com/cars/used/search-page-basic.aspx"&gt;used autos&lt;/a&gt;  and compare prices and specs. In fact they can even give you free quotes and let you know how much dealers are charging. They also have various online tools that will aid you such as auto loan payment calculators, access to car financing options, and a chance to compare the best available incentives and rebates there are in the market. They also have a community with forums that you can join in and share your car expertise and questions. What more can one asks for right?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m glad I found this site as early as now. My 18 year old sister will surely be glad ‘cause she can now search for that first ride of hers. What about you? That dream car of yours is just a click away. Why let it wait? Check out Autotropolis.com&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111634058246554333-6299250688313518829?l=edzjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/6299250688313518829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111634058246554333&amp;postID=6299250688313518829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/6299250688313518829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/6299250688313518829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/2009/02/autotropolis.html' title='Autotropolis'/><author><name>-edz-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13727013204292581748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/Sc6YDnhT7NI/AAAAAAAAARo/Ral_TWF-_s8/S220/baby_angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111634058246554333.post-1657777209906525510</id><published>2008-12-09T09:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T22:10:33.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Awoken Truth</title><content type='html'>I've buried my pen and paper behind my past&lt;br /&gt;They no longer served their purpose&lt;br /&gt;I forgot what it was like&lt;br /&gt;And yet I feel these strange emotions inside&lt;br /&gt;I'm suddenly writing these words&lt;br /&gt;When the days didn't use to be colorful&lt;br /&gt;My heart woke up from a long slumber&lt;br /&gt;And it is overwhelmed with happiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've unlocked the doors to my heart&lt;br /&gt;You've turned the lights on&lt;br /&gt;and brought the sun back to this life&lt;br /&gt;But this bliss will not last a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;For at the end of the day you are not with me&lt;br /&gt;I'll wake up in the morning to realize I do not hold the key to yours&lt;br /&gt;And the truth is not mine to own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been brave enough to face the world&lt;br /&gt;But your presence served my strength and comfort&lt;br /&gt;I know the reality but somehow&lt;br /&gt;the more I know the more I want you&lt;br /&gt;And I can only blame myself for falling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I close my eyes tonight&lt;br /&gt;I cannot promise not to think of you&lt;br /&gt;Because even when they're open&lt;br /&gt;You're all I think about&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111634058246554333-1657777209906525510?l=edzjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1657777209906525510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111634058246554333&amp;postID=1657777209906525510' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/1657777209906525510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/1657777209906525510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/2008/12/awoken-truth.html' title='Awoken Truth'/><author><name>-edz-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13727013204292581748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/Sc6YDnhT7NI/AAAAAAAAARo/Ral_TWF-_s8/S220/baby_angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111634058246554333.post-3349615061814143218</id><published>2008-11-09T00:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T23:36:01.134-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving Made Easy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Are you renting an apartment and planning to purchase your own house? Are you a first time buyer? Do you want to sell your house and buy a new one? We all know moving out has never been an easy task. I’ve been there done that. You go through all the trouble of finding a new place that not only fits your style but your budget as well, to packing all your things and shipping them, then to organizing them in your new home. It’s a stressful situation that just seems never to end. But I’ve found our best friend and perfect solution to all those worries. It’s all in Move Me. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.moveme.com/"&gt;Moveme.com&lt;/a&gt; is a fantastic companion for everyone who’s planning to move. It makes moving so easy with its step by step move planner guide. It has all the necessary tools you’ll need from &lt;a href="http://www.moveme.com/mortgages.htm"&gt;mortgage quotes&lt;/a&gt; to changing your address. With their move check list, you’re assured to never miss a task needed to successfully complete your moving. It guides you on what to do few weeks before moving to your first few days in your new home. It even helps you find local suppliers and get free online quotes for all your moving services. It gives you access to find &lt;a href="http://www.moveme.com/mortgages.htm"&gt;free mortgage quotes&lt;/a&gt; from over 16,000 mortgages. You won’t need to go through all the trouble for their independent broker will find the best deals for you. You even have access to free &lt;a href="http://www.moveme.com/removals.htm"&gt;removal quotes&lt;/a&gt; where they help you find removal companies that will match your needs. Just when you think their features are only limited to those, you’re wrong. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.moveme.com"&gt;Moveme.com&lt;/a&gt; also helps you set up home services from your broadband account, gas and electricity, locks, alarms, and even your TV license. All you need to do is register to get quotes and personalize your move planner. Now how much does it cost? Nothing at all. Moveme.com is totally free. So what are you waiting for? Let Moveme.com help you do a successful move and save you from all the stress. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111634058246554333-3349615061814143218?l=edzjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/3349615061814143218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111634058246554333&amp;postID=3349615061814143218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/3349615061814143218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/3349615061814143218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/2008/11/move-me.html' title='Moving Made Easy'/><author><name>-edz-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13727013204292581748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/Sc6YDnhT7NI/AAAAAAAAARo/Ral_TWF-_s8/S220/baby_angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111634058246554333.post-5377087807402574777</id><published>2008-10-18T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T12:49:46.350-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Twinkle Little Stars</title><content type='html'>A couple of days ago, I random question hit me. Unfortunately, I couldn’t find the answer myself. So I thought I’d post that question here and ask your opinions about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://hollystrouse.com/myPictures/astrology%20chart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 178px;" src="http://hollystrouse.com/myPictures/astrology%20chart.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Do you believe in zodiac signs compatibility&lt;/span&gt;? Like, how you’re unconsciously attracted to the sign astrology says you’re compatible with. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Why and why not? Were there any experiences that caused you to believe such?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it sounds like a childish question. But seriously, have you thought of whether it's true that the stars can tell the future? 'Cause that's how the famous seer, Nostradamus, read the future. So I hope you can help me find a conclusion to this query. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo from: &lt;a href="http://hollystrouse.com/myPictures/astrology%20chart.jpg"&gt;Holly Strouse&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111634058246554333-5377087807402574777?l=edzjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5377087807402574777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111634058246554333&amp;postID=5377087807402574777' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/5377087807402574777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/5377087807402574777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/2008/10/twinkle-little-stars.html' title='Twinkle Little Stars'/><author><name>-edz-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13727013204292581748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/Sc6YDnhT7NI/AAAAAAAAARo/Ral_TWF-_s8/S220/baby_angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111634058246554333.post-2230642494927642518</id><published>2008-10-16T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T18:38:02.463-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='earth'/><title type='text'>Oct 17 Sunrise Rumor Debunked</title><content type='html'>Today I received a text message from an old pal and this is what it says:&lt;br /&gt;“Coming October 17, 2008 the sun will rise continuously for 36 hrs (1.5 days). During this time the US countries will be dark for 1.5 days.&lt;br /&gt;It will convert 3 days into 2 big days. It will happen once in 2400 yrs. We're very lucky to see this. So don't miss it. –Courtesy of CNN/BBC News”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime last week another friend also asked me if I’ve heard of this news. It was the first time I’ve heard of such so I tried to research it but didn’t find any coming CNN or BBC. Since tomorrow is the 17th of October I decided to write an entry about this. Sorry to disappoint you guys but this is hoax. False. Untrue. (Just like any other chain letters or emails.) I don’t know who started this faulty report but isn’t it funny how a lot of people spend so much time spreading it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This online rumor actually started circulating sometime last August. &lt;a href="http://urbanlegends.about.com/library/bl_sun_will_rise_continuously.htm"&gt;David Emery&lt;/a&gt;, of &lt;a href="http://www.about.com/"&gt;About.com&lt;/a&gt;, wrote an entry last 15th of September debunking that “During a one-month period from mid-August to mid-September 2008, over 15,000 postings containing the phrase ‘the sun will rise continuously for 36 hours’ appeared on the Internet.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we all know the sun does “rise” continuously. We only perceive it as setting because the earth, while rotating on its own axis, revolves around the sun. The sun does not really (literally) stop rising or slow its speed of setting. So for such 36 hours sunrise phenomenon to happen, the earth would actually have to stop revolving and rotating on its orbit. And guess what, that has never happened and will never happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for you out there waiting for that supposed 1.5 days of sunrise or 1.5 days of darkness, you can continue to live your normal life and go on with your daily activities since no such report will occur.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111634058246554333-2230642494927642518?l=edzjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2230642494927642518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111634058246554333&amp;postID=2230642494927642518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/2230642494927642518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/2230642494927642518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/2008/10/oct-17-sunrise-rumor-debunked.html' title='Oct 17 Sunrise Rumor Debunked'/><author><name>-edz-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13727013204292581748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/Sc6YDnhT7NI/AAAAAAAAARo/Ral_TWF-_s8/S220/baby_angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111634058246554333.post-5249005384536925140</id><published>2008-10-15T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T10:04:02.907-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Pefect Pearls for Gifts and Keeps</title><content type='html'>My sister has always been a user of jewelry. And her favorite piece is her pair of pearl earrings. She always tells me that it’s a classic. And I do agree with her. Pearls are something that lasts almost ‘till forever. One thing I love about pearls is that it never falls out of style.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/c/c3/PerlmuttAusst.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 152px; height: 152px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/c/c3/PerlmuttAusst.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was so glad to find this website that sells pearl jewelries! Upon stumbling into this site, I realized I found the perfect gifts for my sister and mom and my girl friends. Perfect timing since Thanksgiving and Christmas is just around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of their pearls are guaranteed 100% genuine and have been appraised by an IGI graduate gemologist. And one of the best things about their products is that every pearl was hand-picked and hand-knotted. Now as a buyer, I would definitely love to purchase a product that was wonderfully done and perfected in every possible detail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This online store has everything available in pearls! They have &lt;a href="http://www.pearl-necklace-jewelry.com/"&gt;freshwater pearl necklaces&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.pearl-necklace-jewelry.com/"&gt;akoya pearl necklaces&lt;/a&gt;, and, the best part, &lt;a href="http://www.pearl-necklace-jewelry.com/"&gt;black pearl necklaces&lt;/a&gt;. You can also get these pearls in bracelets and earrings! Now you would think that pearls like these would mean spending fortunes. No! You’re wrong. In their site, all products are sold in wholesale prices. They even have items below $100! It can’t get any better than that, right? How else can you get something so exquisite at such an affordable price? Plus, they ship any where in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m glad that in the coming holidays I won’t go through all the trouble of looking for gifts. Like I said, this is a wonderful place to shop for fine and superb presents for family and friends and even to one’s self. I’m good for the season. My sister and girl friends will surely love me more with their new pearl jewelries. And like those classic pearls, our friendship will last till forever too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To visit this &lt;a href="http://www.pearl-necklace-jewelry.com/"&gt;pearl jewelry&lt;/a&gt; website just click on the link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo from: &lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/c/c3/PerlmuttAusst.jpg"&gt;Wikimedia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111634058246554333-5249005384536925140?l=edzjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5249005384536925140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111634058246554333&amp;postID=5249005384536925140' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/5249005384536925140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/5249005384536925140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/2008/10/pearls-for-gifts.html' title='Pefect Pearls for Gifts and Keeps'/><author><name>-edz-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13727013204292581748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/Sc6YDnhT7NI/AAAAAAAAARo/Ral_TWF-_s8/S220/baby_angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111634058246554333.post-767995994664363406</id><published>2008-10-10T00:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T00:20:40.434-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trailer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>Twilight Is Here!</title><content type='html'>Here's something everyone's (almost if not everyone) been waiting for. The latest Twilight trailer. Now if you don't know anything about the Twilight series I suggest that you go and get a life. Haha! I'm just kidding! If you know nothing about it then what are you waiting for? Go and play the trailer to know what's the biggest book series since Harry Potter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously! I can't wait for this film to be out! As most of you know, the original play date isn't until the second week of December. But luckily, the newest Harry Potter film was moved to summer of next year so Twilight right away filled in the vacant spot. So this Thanksgiving, here's something to look forward to and be thankful about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have a feeling it's going to be crazy!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;amp;videoid=44287812"&gt;Twilight HD Exclusive Trailer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="360" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=44287812,t=1,mt=video"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=44287812,t=1,mt=video" allowfullscreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="360" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111634058246554333-767995994664363406?l=edzjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/767995994664363406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111634058246554333&amp;postID=767995994664363406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/767995994664363406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/767995994664363406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/2008/10/twilight-is-here.html' title='Twilight Is Here!'/><author><name>-edz-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13727013204292581748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/Sc6YDnhT7NI/AAAAAAAAARo/Ral_TWF-_s8/S220/baby_angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111634058246554333.post-1596221268828173661</id><published>2008-10-07T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T23:01:19.182-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>Dawbi</title><content type='html'>A dear friend of mine has been very busy the past couple of weeks (even months) preparing for a theatrical event. She, and her crew, spent so much effort (not to mention time and money) on this project so I’m very sure it will come out as a successful event. Unfortunately, I will not be physically there to watch the event and congratulate her and her team for a wonderful job done. So instead I am going to post a picture (or copy of the banner) of the said event. To the people of Cagayan de Oro City, I hope you will take time to watch their wonderful show.&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/SOxMShKeypI/AAAAAAAAANU/U9q8vu-Mlko/s1600-h/blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/SOxMShKeypI/AAAAAAAAANU/U9q8vu-Mlko/s320/blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254658746258213522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;And to my friend, I’m sure as the play dates draw closer the more the pressure and the anxiety your feeling. But don’t worry, cause as your efforts will soon be paid off. You are one great artist and I believe in you. So God bless and good luck to your crew and break a leg! (Not literally okay?!) Just enjoy and have fun. The goal doesn’t really matter much compared to the journey. Don’t worry for the curtains will close after every performance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111634058246554333-1596221268828173661?l=edzjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1596221268828173661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111634058246554333&amp;postID=1596221268828173661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/1596221268828173661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/1596221268828173661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/2008/10/dawbi.html' title='Dawbi'/><author><name>-edz-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13727013204292581748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/Sc6YDnhT7NI/AAAAAAAAARo/Ral_TWF-_s8/S220/baby_angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/SOxMShKeypI/AAAAAAAAANU/U9q8vu-Mlko/s72-c/blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111634058246554333.post-8631806736339960351</id><published>2008-09-22T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T11:32:42.144-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='casino'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><title type='text'>Internet Casinos</title><content type='html'>I once had a talk with my neighbor about any musical instruments he can play. I told him about me and my siblings playing more than one instrument. My brother then showed him some guitar skills he learned by himself. Unfortunately, my neighbor doesn’t play any of the musical instruments we play. Instead the music he hears all the time is the sounds of the slot machines in &lt;a href="http://www.online-casinos.com"&gt;online casinos&lt;/a&gt;. I guess living in the Sin City does have an advantage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed the casinos here in Vegas are amazing. They all have wonderful unique designs that never fail to amuse any visitors. Unfortunately, I can only enjoy the beauty of the casinos here in Vegas. I cannot enjoy the fun of playing those slot machines by myself since I am considered underage. Yeah, no longer a minor but not yet old enough to play in the casino. But that’s okay there are many ways to enjoy the fun of &lt;a href="http://www.online-casinos.com"&gt;casino online games&lt;/a&gt; and the internet is just one way. I may not be able to play on an exact slot machine but who cares – that’s what the internet is there for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111634058246554333-8631806736339960351?l=edzjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8631806736339960351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111634058246554333&amp;postID=8631806736339960351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/8631806736339960351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/8631806736339960351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/2008/09/internet-casinos.html' title='Internet Casinos'/><author><name>-edz-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13727013204292581748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/Sc6YDnhT7NI/AAAAAAAAARo/Ral_TWF-_s8/S220/baby_angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111634058246554333.post-8683477961917942426</id><published>2008-08-18T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T21:39:43.440-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>Please Check It Out</title><content type='html'>I started another blog a couple of months ago but had to wait for some time before I advertise it here. It is now a couple of months since that blog launched into the World Wide Web and has been receiving wonderful feedbacks. I was surprised to discover a couple of weeks ago that it has reached a higher page rank that this 3 year old blog. It has been amazing and I have many dreams for that blog which I want to take one step at a time.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.ning.com/files/Thank%20you.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 158px;" src="http://blog.ning.com/files/Thank%20you.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Right now, I hope that you – my co-bloggers – visit that blog too and link it with your sites. That would be truly amazing and I would surely appreciate it. Thank you. I hope you would enjoy the entries their as much as my other visitors enjoyed them. As always, I would try my best to update it often and improve it in every possible way that it can be improved. Although I admit with my busy schedule it would be hard to keep that up but I will try my best. I hope to see you there. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Here's the link:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://everythingquotes.wordpress.com/"&gt;Everything Quotes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111634058246554333-8683477961917942426?l=edzjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8683477961917942426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111634058246554333&amp;postID=8683477961917942426' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/8683477961917942426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/8683477961917942426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-started-another-blog-couple-of-months.html' title='Please Check It Out'/><author><name>-edz-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13727013204292581748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/Sc6YDnhT7NI/AAAAAAAAARo/Ral_TWF-_s8/S220/baby_angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111634058246554333.post-2422832755600988047</id><published>2008-08-09T23:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T19:29:29.196-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><title type='text'>888 Let It Begin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://acupofjoy.files.wordpress.com/2008/03/beijing-olympics-2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 171px;" src="http://acupofjoy.files.wordpress.com/2008/03/beijing-olympics-2008.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As we all know yesterday was the world’s biggest day. It was the start of the 17-day long summer Olympics competition, a tradition that started way back in Athens in the year 776 BC. After four years of intense training, athletes all over the world will be able to showcase their skills and compete in the spirit of camaraderie and sportsmanship. It is the battle among the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;As we all know, this year’s Olympics has been prepared by China since over 8 years ago. Well, that’s as far as I can remember. It was all worth it, I guess. The opening ceremony was like no other. It was incomparable. The Chinese government has put on so much time, effort, and money on this event. It was just the most expensive and majestic opening ceremony ever. They did it! The whole world was in awe with their rich presentation. Credit goes to them for a wonderful 2008 Summer Olympics.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;If you ask me what team I am cheering for. Well, that’s a tough question. (Hahaha!) I guess it’s not if I can cheer for two teams, right? Go Team USA and Team Philippines. It is understandable though if most of the time I’ll be cheering for the U.S. since they are competing in more events that the Philippines. But I love them both.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;And as they say, LET THE GAMES BEGIN! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  Side note: It was also yesterday when YouTube started its 2-day 888 YouTube gathering in Canada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/9111634058246554333-2422832755600988047?l=edzjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2422832755600988047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111634058246554333&amp;postID=2422832755600988047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/2422832755600988047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/2422832755600988047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/2008/08/888-let-it-begin.html' title='888 Let It Begin'/><author><name>-edz-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13727013204292581748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/Sc6YDnhT7NI/AAAAAAAAARo/Ral_TWF-_s8/S220/baby_angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111634058246554333.post-6054661818815668591</id><published>2008-08-05T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T22:55:45.670-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><title type='text'>Business Card for 10-Year-Old Boy Battling Leukemia</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;I’m sure some of you have heard the case of Brandon Rayner. I only knew about his story at my work last Sunday. He is a 10-year-old kid who has an acute illness. He is a bright and bubbly kid who survived a brain tumor about a year ago. Unfortunately, he was recently diagnosed with Leukemia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;This little boy has 2 final wishes. He is in search for a bone marrow donor match that would give him the miracle of another life. And a simple wish of setting a world record as the one with most business cards ever collected. For the past two years he has been collecting business cards from 3 states in the U.S. He currently has about 18,000 and is asking every one’s help to eventually reach 150,000. He is hoping to get some from outside the U.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;KVBC/DT Las Vegas reported that Brandon’s collection also serves a practical purpose. “Because if I ever need to call someone, I have their card,” Brandon said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;Brandon’s request is a simple wish that we can all take part of. If you’d like to add to his card collection, please send your card (or piles of unused business cards) by August 15 to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.inhabitat.com/wp-content/uploads/anotherbloomindesigner3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 137px;" src="http://www.inhabitat.com/wp-content/uploads/anotherbloomindesigner3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Brandon Rayner&lt;br /&gt;Sunrise Children’s Hospital, Pediatric Oncology&lt;br /&gt;3186 S. Maryland Parkway,&lt;br /&gt;Las Vegas, NV 89109&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;(A customer told me last Sunday that Brandon’s wish is absurd. It would have been better if he requested to go to Disneyland. I told her, “It’s because Brandon thinks differently than children his age. That’s what makes him special. He wants to be part of history and leave this world with a mark. That’s why he’s doing this.”)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;nr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/nr&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;I live in Las Vegas and hope to meet little Brandon one of these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111634058246554333-6054661818815668591?l=edzjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/6054661818815668591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111634058246554333&amp;postID=6054661818815668591' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/6054661818815668591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/6054661818815668591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/2008/08/business-card-for-10-year-old-boy.html' title='Business Card for 10-Year-Old Boy Battling Leukemia'/><author><name>-edz-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13727013204292581748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/Sc6YDnhT7NI/AAAAAAAAARo/Ral_TWF-_s8/S220/baby_angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111634058246554333.post-4479951912838358690</id><published>2008-08-04T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T22:53:19.952-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><title type='text'>Parents Forgot Their Daughter At Airport</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Summer getaways are supposed to be fun and exciting especially when you’re going to one of the world’s most popular destinations – Paris, France. Unfortunately, that is not the case for one Israeli family. The unidentified couple, along with their 5 children, was running late for a charter flight from Jerusalem to Paris last Sunday. In their hopes to catch the flight, they made a dash to the airport gate taking with them their duty-free shopping bags and 18 suitcases while leaving behind their 3-year-old daughter at the airport. (Yes, they accidentally left their daughter.) &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A policeman found the child wandering in the duty-free area at Ben-Gurion airport, which is Israel’s bustling main international airport. The officer immediately alerted the airline staff; unfortunately, the airplane already left. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Police spokesman Micky Rosenfeld reported that the parents never realized they boarded the aircraft with only 4 children until 40 minutes in the air when the cabin staff informed them. The little girl was accompanied by an airline staffer on the next flight to Paris where she reunited with her family. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Unfortunately, as soon as they get back to Israel after their European vacation, the parents would have to face police questioning for suspicion of parental negligence. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111634058246554333-4479951912838358690?l=edzjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4479951912838358690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111634058246554333&amp;postID=4479951912838358690' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/4479951912838358690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/4479951912838358690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/2008/08/parents-forgot-their-daughter-at.html' title='Parents Forgot Their Daughter At Airport'/><author><name>-edz-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13727013204292581748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/Sc6YDnhT7NI/AAAAAAAAARo/Ral_TWF-_s8/S220/baby_angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111634058246554333.post-121485155753002759</id><published>2008-08-01T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T23:23:14.258-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><title type='text'>Payday Loans Are Just A Click Away</title><content type='html'>Got money problems? Do you have piles of overdue statements? Why worry too much? There is no more need to search for loan companies and undergo the tiresome process of background check, credit history check and so forth. Why waste time on long application processes when you can do everything right from your home. Yes! The internet is here to help make our lives easier. With the right resources, some information, then your good to go. That’s how easy and fast it is with the internet. So worry no more since the answer to your problems is just a mouse click away. Fast cash &lt;a href="http://www.fastcashonline.com/"&gt;payday loans&lt;/a&gt; to help you manage your finances was never this easy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111634058246554333-121485155753002759?l=edzjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/121485155753002759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111634058246554333&amp;postID=121485155753002759' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/121485155753002759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/121485155753002759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/2008/08/payday-loans-are-just-click-away.html' title='Payday Loans Are Just A Click Away'/><author><name>-edz-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13727013204292581748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/Sc6YDnhT7NI/AAAAAAAAARo/Ral_TWF-_s8/S220/baby_angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111634058246554333.post-246001129139191254</id><published>2008-08-01T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T22:37:01.223-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><title type='text'>Cash Advance - Answer to Your Problems</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;With the crumbling housing market in the U.S. and rising unemployment rates, people are now tighter with budgeting than ever. Cash is no longer the preferred type of payment by consumers. Plastic money or credit cards make consumers’ lives more convenient and accessible. However, credit cards have various fees such as annual fees and interest rates, and not to mention some hidden fees, that result to consumers less frequent use of them. Poor management and late payments cause consumers to be piled up with debts. Fortunately, the internet provides a number of opportunities for consumers to help them manage their finances and avail &lt;a href="http://www.pacificadvance.com/"&gt;cash advance&lt;/a&gt; loans.&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/9111634058246554333-246001129139191254?l=edzjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/246001129139191254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111634058246554333&amp;postID=246001129139191254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/246001129139191254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/246001129139191254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/2008/08/cash-advance-answer-to-your-problems.html' title='Cash Advance - Answer to Your Problems'/><author><name>-edz-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13727013204292581748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/Sc6YDnhT7NI/AAAAAAAAARo/Ral_TWF-_s8/S220/baby_angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111634058246554333.post-1120264791569983649</id><published>2008-07-28T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T13:32:04.758-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='important people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Have you done your part?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I’ve been so busy for the past couple of weeks that I haven’t checked out the latest news about the Philippines (even here in the U.S.). Today I heard from my mother that President Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo made her SONA (State Of the Nation Address). And of course the usual reaction from the Filipinos – rallies and oppositions. Since I was younger I always thought that all these rallies and oppositions all add up to the chaos that is already present in the country. I think that by doing so, the people are only making the situations worse.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Here’s what I think:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Why put all the blame to Pres.GMA?&lt;/b&gt; I am not a big follower of the president not because I dislike her or what but because I am not a big Politics person. (You know what I mean.) I have faith in government and democracy but what made me lose faith in the system is the quality of people, in general, governing the nation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Where are the other officials elected to run the country?&lt;/b&gt; The senators? Congressmen? Governors? Mayors? And other representatives? They should take responsibilities for all their actions. They are all partly to be blamed for whatever it is that’s happening in the Philippines right now. Chaos? Disunity? The reason why the citizens behave in such manner is because their own leaders don’t have one voice. One group doesn’t believe in President Arroyo so they don’t show up during the SONA? What kind of leaders are they when they can’t even show some amount of respect to the country’s president? How can these leaders lead their citizens and bring some amount of hope and progress to the nation when they can’t even teach themselves some morals? Citizens, don’t put all the blame on the President, what are your locally elected officials doing to help you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Enough about the officials, now it’s your turn. &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;What are you doing for your country?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;As former U.S. President John F. Kennedy said,&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;“ask not what your country can do for you – ask what you can do for your country.” &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;So to those citizens who keep on complaining about their sufferings and the worsening economy of the Philippines, let me ask you – What have you done to help improve the state of your country? I guess nothing. Other than whining, complaining, and constantly putting the blame on other people – nothing. No wonder the country, as you said it, keeps on sinking further to the bottom. &lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Stop complaining and do something!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;The country, just like any other relationships, is a partnership between the people and their officials. Without cooperation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.zindamagazine.com/html/archives/2005/6.29.05/pix/unity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 155px;" src="http://www.zindamagazine.com/html/archives/2005/6.29.05/pix/unity.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt; the Philippines will definitely sink. There is still great hope for the country. If we all pause, look at the person beside us, and help each other stand up – we can all make it! We were once a nation who conquered the universe, we can still do it now. All we have to do is open our minds, listen to the other party, and &lt;b style=""&gt;unite&lt;/b&gt;. How difficult can that be? We made it before; therefore, we can do it again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo from: http://www.zindamagazine.com/html/archives/2005/6.29.05/pix/unity.jpg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please let me know what you think by commenting below. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111634058246554333-1120264791569983649?l=edzjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1120264791569983649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111634058246554333&amp;postID=1120264791569983649' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/1120264791569983649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/1120264791569983649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/2008/07/have-you-done-your-part.html' title='Have you done your part?'/><author><name>-edz-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13727013204292581748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/Sc6YDnhT7NI/AAAAAAAAARo/Ral_TWF-_s8/S220/baby_angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111634058246554333.post-789025413290992249</id><published>2008-07-22T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T22:34:10.000-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>The Dark Knight</title><content type='html'>There were a couple of great movies out last week so guess what I did? Went to the movies of course! And what movie set the record last weekend? Of course! There’s no other than – “The Dark Knight.” This movie created a big buzz months before it was released, I guess one obvious reason is the death of Heath Ledger who is playing the notorious Joker.  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;What can I say about the movie? Well, it was fantastic! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://wayangtopia.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/batman-the-dark-knight-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 322px;" src="http://wayangtopia.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/batman-the-dark-knight-2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Either that or I just have a really poor taste when it comes to movies.) Why did I say that? Well, a lot of new aspects were added that helped make more sense out of the film and the Batman story as well. Each background music were set at exactly the right timing to prepare the audience and squeeze from them the right emotions needed to fully immerse themselves in the film. I think the plot was very well planned. One would think that the story ends as soon as the villain was captured but no. Every scene was something to look forward to. You really have to hold your breath until the end of the film. The visual effect was amazing too. Technology has indeed created a new and exciting world. All the actors did an amazing job in their acting as well. (No wonder there is a big buzz of Heath Ledger possibly winning an Oscars for his acting in the said film.) There are a lot of other good things in the movie but you just have to find it out for yourself. A number of memorable mind boggling lines are worth figuring out. Just remember that the film is literally not based on the concepts of DC comics. It is more than that. There are a couple of underlying themes that you have to uncover for yourself. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Some critics said this batman movie is quite a dark film. Perhaps it is. But one thing's for sure - “The Dark Knight” is a great and interesting film that is worth the watch.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Oh by the way, Christian Bale is pretty hot for a Batman who's claustrophobic.&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/9111634058246554333-789025413290992249?l=edzjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/789025413290992249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111634058246554333&amp;postID=789025413290992249' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/789025413290992249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/789025413290992249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/2008/07/dark-knight.html' title='The Dark Knight'/><author><name>-edz-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13727013204292581748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/Sc6YDnhT7NI/AAAAAAAAARo/Ral_TWF-_s8/S220/baby_angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111634058246554333.post-5131773625172604518</id><published>2008-07-15T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T09:37:46.155-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>I'm Back!!! Latest Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hello my co-bloggers and other visitors. Sorry to keep you waiting for updates, links, and other feedbacks. I just got preoccupied with the other aspect of my life. (As if!)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As most of you might have read in my previous posts, I recently started a new job and I love it. Although not every part of it but in general I’m getting used to the hang of it. I’ve been doing what I’ve been doing there for the past 2 weeks and so far I’ve been excelling. Just the other day they gave me the option to grab a free pizza or ice cream for a job well done with our customers/members. They are proud of me since I’m still a newbie and I’m already working way ahead of my game. Woohoo!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Of course I’m not stopping anytime soon. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Another reason why I love my new job is because of the number of people I’ve met and mingled with for the past couple of weeks. I used to always be an introvert and a shy lady until a couple years ago when I realized I needed to break that shell and protective circle. I am so grateful that I am doing great with both school and work. Of course, my family is great too. They have always been so supportive. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Of course though I have not posted any updates for the past couple of weeks, it doesn’t mean I’ve been forgetting and neglecting this blog. I very much appreciate the comments and messages you guys left on the chatbox and on my previous entries. Really guys, I really appreciate them. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As soon as I get my schedule fix, I will arrange the links on the side and add the addresses of the bloggers who recently added me on their links. Don’t worry, I didn’t forget you and I know who you guys are. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Thanks my co-bloggers! I love you all! &lt;/span&gt;And as I always say, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HAPPY BLOGGING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111634058246554333-5131773625172604518?l=edzjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5131773625172604518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111634058246554333&amp;postID=5131773625172604518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/5131773625172604518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/5131773625172604518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-back-latest-update.html' title='I&apos;m Back!!! Latest Update'/><author><name>-edz-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13727013204292581748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/Sc6YDnhT7NI/AAAAAAAAARo/Ral_TWF-_s8/S220/baby_angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111634058246554333.post-8989889473822828191</id><published>2008-07-09T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T17:32:39.370-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='violence'/><title type='text'>Teen Bounces Baby</title><content type='html'>A 16-year old teenager from Georgia was arrested and charged last week for bouncing a baby off an inflatable pillow. And how was this crime revealed? Well, through YouTube. This teenager along with a friend videotaped the incident and posted the terribly shocking video on the famous video hosting site.&lt;br /&gt;Please watch the video below for more details about the incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note:&lt;br /&gt;This is why you shouldn't just trust anybody with your child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OKfYT7Zvpqg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OKfYT7Zvpqg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111634058246554333-8989889473822828191?l=edzjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8989889473822828191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111634058246554333&amp;postID=8989889473822828191' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/8989889473822828191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/8989889473822828191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/2008/07/teen-bounces-baby.html' title='Teen Bounces Baby'/><author><name>-edz-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13727013204292581748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/Sc6YDnhT7NI/AAAAAAAAARo/Ral_TWF-_s8/S220/baby_angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111634058246554333.post-4346655485725754094</id><published>2008-07-07T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T21:31:45.616-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><title type='text'>Video Time!</title><content type='html'>&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" height="270" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://cosmos.bcst.yahoo.com/up/fop/embedflv/swf/fop.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="id=8705055"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://cosmos.bcst.yahoo.com/up/fop/embedflv/swf/fop.swf" name="yfop" allowscriptaccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="id=8705055" height="270" width="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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" height="270" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://cosmos.bcst.yahoo.com/up/fop/embedflv/swf/fop.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="id=8704649"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://cosmos.bcst.yahoo.com/up/fop/embedflv/swf/fop.swf" name="yfop" allowscriptaccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="id=8704649" height="270" width="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a couple of amazing videos for your amusement.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the lousy update.&lt;br /&gt;'Till next time. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111634058246554333-4346655485725754094?l=edzjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4346655485725754094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111634058246554333&amp;postID=4346655485725754094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/4346655485725754094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/4346655485725754094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/2008/07/video-time.html' title='Video Time!'/><author><name>-edz-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13727013204292581748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/Sc6YDnhT7NI/AAAAAAAAARo/Ral_TWF-_s8/S220/baby_angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111634058246554333.post-2585572965218265933</id><published>2008-06-19T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:59:39.902-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vlog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>I Made My Sister Cry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/SFtBxLAdMDI/AAAAAAAAAJk/QOG4ZjvHON4/s1600-h/superwoman.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 196px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/SFtBxLAdMDI/AAAAAAAAAJk/QOG4ZjvHON4/s320/superwoman.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213833306635579442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, sorry I didn't really make her cry. I'm not that witch type of sister that people usually see on TV. Here is what happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up early today to join my job orientation. Just when you think that would be a really exciting activity, I was there for 10 hours!!! Yes, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;10 HOURS &lt;/span&gt;of orientation!!! How exhausting can that get, right? Good thing they pay us for the hours that we were there or my companions and I would have rallied and protested. So after a really exhausting day I had to spend a couple more minutes with errands before finally driving back home. Of course my loving family didn't eat dinner yet because they were waiting for me. I dozed off for a bit while waiting for my siblings to finish setting the table. During dinner my sister asked me if I have work during Saturdays and Sundays and I said yes. And she got sad because she thinks I have been so busy lately that we had very little time to talk to each other. My mom said I could come with them to the movies this Saturday since I will get of work early. But I refused to. As much as I love movies, I have to study for the two exams I have for Monday. Then tears fell on my sister's cheeks as she said that she's okay since she once got used to the life of not being with me. And I saw my mom's frustration as she dropped her head when she knew I can't go with them again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know, last Saturday, they all went out for movies from 1 in the afternoon until 10 in the evening. It was part of our father's day weekend but I did not go with them.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.jpgmag.com/84419_35321_cd1a6d7b19_p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 226px;" src="http://photos.jpgmag.com/84419_35321_cd1a6d7b19_p.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;To my family:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I don't really need to work while attending school, I want to. I want to help the family by supporting and financing my own education and other expenses. It's okay, I know I have been away for 5 years since I was 12 (until 2 years ago when we moved together). You didn't see me grow and fight for the values you have instilled in me when I was little. I don't want to say "you'll get use to it like you once did" and I won't. Just remember that all I'm doing is for you. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It is not really my responsibility but that's how much I love you. You don't have to ask for me to give.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111634058246554333-2585572965218265933?l=edzjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2585572965218265933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111634058246554333&amp;postID=2585572965218265933' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/2585572965218265933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/2585572965218265933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-made-my-sister-cry.html' title='I Made My Sister Cry'/><author><name>-edz-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13727013204292581748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/Sc6YDnhT7NI/AAAAAAAAARo/Ral_TWF-_s8/S220/baby_angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/SFtBxLAdMDI/AAAAAAAAAJk/QOG4ZjvHON4/s72-c/superwoman.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111634058246554333.post-8251417583061289175</id><published>2008-06-18T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:59:40.095-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vlog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Where Have I Been?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/SFn0ywRQt7I/AAAAAAAAAJU/eeawQGmuBjQ/s1600-h/investigate-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 203px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/SFn0ywRQt7I/AAAAAAAAAJU/eeawQGmuBjQ/s320/investigate-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213467196445996978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1. I am taking summer classes to speed up my major.&lt;br /&gt;2. I got my official driver’s license a couple of weeks ago (no longer a permit). Hence, I now hold the responsibility of driving myself to school, to work, and to wherever else I need to go to. That's an additional responsibility that eats up my time. I spend about 30 minutes driving from home to school and another 30 minutes back. That does not include the drive to and from work yet.&lt;br /&gt;3. Before getting my license, I used to make my dad my personal driver. Now that I got my license, my siblings are making me their personal driver.&lt;br /&gt;4. I have a new part time job, thus, that's another 24 hours of my week (minimum).&lt;br /&gt;5. The past two weeks was spent preparing requirements for my new job. (Hassle, really!)&lt;br /&gt;6. I still review my sister for her upcoming Math proficiency exam and my youngest brother with his daily homework. So, daily, when I get home I am not greeted with “rest” just yet but with more tasks. (That’s what I get for being the eldest.)&lt;br /&gt;7. From time to time my other brother still bugs me to teach him how to play guitar. And every time he asks I give him the same responses – "I am busy", "I have an exam to study for," or "I'm writing an essay/research paper." (I guess he just has to wait ‘till I graduate. Haha!)&lt;br /&gt;8. The top two questions people ask me all the time are "How are you?" and "How is your love life?" Here are my answers to that, which by the way are the same 99 % of the time: "I am okay, thank you for asking" and "I am too busy for that."&lt;br /&gt;9. I have exams, quizzes, and practicals every day! Talk about the pleasures of summer school.&lt;br /&gt;10. Writing all the updates above makes my mind go crazy.&lt;br /&gt;11. As I am writing this I am memorizing stuff for my test which is in an hour from now.&lt;br /&gt;12. I now have two blogs, both of which I struggle to maintain since I am too busy with my other life. (Do I even have a life?)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/SFn05AbsHNI/AAAAAAAAAJc/qNcnOECVppQ/s1600-h/Investigate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/SFn05AbsHNI/AAAAAAAAAJc/qNcnOECVppQ/s320/Investigate.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213467303863917778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;So that explain it my co-bloggers as to why I have been absent from the blogging scene for the past couple of weeks. I have been doing so many things with the thinking that I am invincible to sickness. But I was wrong. Even superheroes get tired and sick. Haha.&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/9111634058246554333-8251417583061289175?l=edzjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8251417583061289175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111634058246554333&amp;postID=8251417583061289175' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/8251417583061289175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/8251417583061289175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/2008/06/where-have-i-been.html' title='Where Have I Been?'/><author><name>-edz-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13727013204292581748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/Sc6YDnhT7NI/AAAAAAAAARo/Ral_TWF-_s8/S220/baby_angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/SFn0ywRQt7I/AAAAAAAAAJU/eeawQGmuBjQ/s72-c/investigate-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111634058246554333.post-781951234977243742</id><published>2008-06-12T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T18:23:45.380-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='useless facts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Useless Facts 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nearly 50% of all bank robberies take place on a Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;     Source: FBI&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Jimmy Carter was the first U.S. president to be born on a hospital.&lt;br /&gt;     Source: Jimmy Carter Library&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The word “Abracadabra” was originally intended to drive sickness from the body.&lt;br /&gt;      Source: World Wide Words&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Edz's react:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So watch out whenever you go to the bank on Fridays.&lt;br /&gt;And you can always use "Abracadabra" when making a little child feel you healed their boo-boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111634058246554333-781951234977243742?l=edzjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/781951234977243742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111634058246554333&amp;postID=781951234977243742' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/781951234977243742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/781951234977243742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/2008/06/useless-facts-1.html' title='Useless Facts 1'/><author><name>-edz-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13727013204292581748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/Sc6YDnhT7NI/AAAAAAAAARo/Ral_TWF-_s8/S220/baby_angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111634058246554333.post-887531349326506019</id><published>2008-05-29T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:59:40.338-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tags'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Q and A Tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/SD-YUQdkirI/AAAAAAAAAJM/UQSaveezJ14/s1600-h/tagged_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/SD-YUQdkirI/AAAAAAAAAJM/UQSaveezJ14/s320/tagged_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206047168047385266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Participants: &lt;a href="http://chartherct.com/"&gt;Tere&lt;/a&gt;-Blessing in Life 2. &lt;a href="http://yennygirl.com/"&gt;Yen&lt;/a&gt;- Me and Mine 3. &lt;a href="http://aggiedil.blogspot.com/"&gt;Aggie&lt;/a&gt; - Pink and Brown Diaries. 4. &lt;a href="http://mich-magbag.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mich&lt;/a&gt; - Random Thoughts 5. &lt;a href="http://vanniedosa.abomar.net/"&gt;Vannie&lt;/a&gt; - FunFierceFab 6. &lt;a href="http://janemking.com/"&gt;Jane&lt;/a&gt; - My Charmed Life. 7. &lt;a href="http://www.womenxplore.com/"&gt;Abie &lt;/a&gt;– Women Xplore 8. &lt;a href="http://www.yourvmodel.com/"&gt;Princess Vien&lt;/a&gt; 9. &lt;a href="http://lilchinny.blogspot.com/"&gt;cookie jar of entertainment &lt;/a&gt; 10. &lt;a href="http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/"&gt; Edz - This is everyone's journey&lt;/a&gt; 11. Your blog here&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've been tagged! Yey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. What do you want for your birthday?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; time, happiness, and success&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;2. Who will be your next kiss?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; I don’t know. I’m hoping it will still be my stuffed toy.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;3. When was the last time you went to the mall?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Perhaps about 2 weeks ago… or longer.. hehe. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;4. Are you wearing socks right now?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; nope&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;5. How did you spend your summer?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Well, my summer just started about 2 weeks ago and I’m stuck in school for the whole season.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;6. Have you been to the cinema in the last 5 days?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; yes, exactly 5 days ago.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;7. What was the last thing you had to drink?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; water. Not cold.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;8. What are you wearing right now?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; my pants and blouse.. just came from school&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;9. What was your last purchase?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; A book for school.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;10. What was the last food you ate?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; chicken tuna with egg and onions with a big of wheat bread roll.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;11. Who would be the person you would call if you were up in the middle of the night and couldn’t sleep?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; my guardian angel.. does he/she qualify? hehe&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;12. Have you bought any clothing items in the last week?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Uhmm. Nope.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;13. Do you have a pet?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; no I don’t &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;14. What made you laugh in the last 5 days?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; my own craziness and the internet. =)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;15. If you could be anywhere right now, where would you be?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; New York or Paris.. or a dance studio. =)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;16. What is the last thing you purchased online?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; A DVD set. That was months and months ago.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;17. One thing you hate about yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; I can’t seem to stop my computer/internet addiction/habit. I spend so much time in front of my computer.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;18. Do you miss anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Yes, I miss a lot of people actually&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;19. What are your plans for the day?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; to finish whatever I need to finish and sleep before 2am. Hehe. Which is already impossible.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;20. Last person you msg’d?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; my sister – to remind her of someone&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;21. Ever went to a camp?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; nope. =(&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;22. Are you a good student in school?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; yes.. never had any trouble.. =)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;23. What do you know about the (your) future?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; It’s going to be one rollercoaster ride and I’m gonna make every turn worth the shout.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;24. Are you wearing any perfume or cologne?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Right now? Nope.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;25. Where is/are your best friend/s right now?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Philippines – Surigao City, Cebu City, Dumaguete City, Cagayan de Oro City, Manila; California – Los Angeles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tagging 5 bloggers: &lt;a href="http://blog.edgarvincentbautista.com/"&gt; Edgar&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://ie-student.blogspot.com/"&gt;Iggy&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://ffashion-ista-kwen.blogspot.com/"&gt;Quennie&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://heapup.ezekun.com/"&gt; Ritz (a.k.a. Heap up)&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://sihakach.com/"&gt;Haze&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111634058246554333-887531349326506019?l=edzjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/887531349326506019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111634058246554333&amp;postID=887531349326506019' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/887531349326506019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/887531349326506019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/2008/05/q-and-tag.html' title='Q and A Tag'/><author><name>-edz-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13727013204292581748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/Sc6YDnhT7NI/AAAAAAAAARo/Ral_TWF-_s8/S220/baby_angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/SD-YUQdkirI/AAAAAAAAAJM/UQSaveezJ14/s72-c/tagged_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111634058246554333.post-3628238629691200663</id><published>2008-05-26T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T21:53:34.715-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='violence'/><title type='text'>Teen Burns Ex-boyfriend's House</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a.abclocal.go.com/images/wpvi/cms_exf_2007/news/local/6158901_600x338.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://a.abclocal.go.com/images/wpvi/cms_exf_2007/news/local/6158901_600x338.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just when you think breaking up with someone ends easily with that “breakup talk” that starts with the “We need to talk” line, think again. Most  people think saying “it’s over”technically means it is over between you and your partner. However, this nineteen-year-old girl from Pennsylvania thinks otherwise.   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;May 22, 2008 – Thursday, Shanta Dargbeh from Bristol, PA set fire the residence of her ex-boyfriend in Hillcrest Avenue in Trenton, NJ. Although no one was injured in the &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.nypost.com/seven/05242008/photos/prom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 390px;" src="http://www.nypost.com/seven/05242008/photos/prom.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;incident, it unfortunately left 10 people homeless. Nine of them were home that early morning when the fire started on the home’s front porch. The family climbed through the windows to escape the burning house and save their lives. Two of them were treated for smoke inhalation. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Why it happened? Authorities reported that Dargbeh got furious and upset at hearing that her 17-year-old ex-boyfriend brought another girl to the Trenton High School prom the previous weekend. Hence, she burnt his house. (Talk about sweet revenge.)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Unfortunately, everything has a price. Just as Dargbeh’s ex-boyfriend’s house got burned, Dargbeh herself was arrested. Friday - May 23 - she was arrested by authorities and today faces 10 felony charges including aggravated arson. She is being held on a $250,000 bail. Yes, that’s definitely a lot of money and charges to pay for a case of rejection. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now that has got me thinking whether that revenge was as sweet now as she thought it would be. Kids these days. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111634058246554333-3628238629691200663?l=edzjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/3628238629691200663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111634058246554333&amp;postID=3628238629691200663' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/3628238629691200663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/3628238629691200663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/2008/05/teen-burns-ex-boyfriends-house.html' title='Teen Burns Ex-boyfriend&apos;s House'/><author><name>-edz-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13727013204292581748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/Sc6YDnhT7NI/AAAAAAAAARo/Ral_TWF-_s8/S220/baby_angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111634058246554333.post-771302753458957869</id><published>2008-05-25T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T23:50:42.400-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='important people'/><title type='text'>Girl to Conquer NBA?</title><content type='html'>Although more and more women are now playing professional basketball, the stereotype that such sport is better of for men still exists. Well, think again because 12-year-0ld, Jamie Nard, is conquering and dominating the courts of both female and male basketball. As her teammate said,"Her greatness, it like sprinkles off and goes unto us and it kinda makes us better as a player too." Well with a height and skills like that, her dreams are closer to her reach than what she thinks.&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" height="270" width="320"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://cosmos.bcst.yahoo.com/up/fop/embedflv/swf/fop.swf" name="yfop" allowscriptaccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="id=7971139" height="270" width="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111634058246554333-771302753458957869?l=edzjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/771302753458957869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111634058246554333&amp;postID=771302753458957869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/771302753458957869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/771302753458957869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/2008/05/girl-to-conquer-nba.html' title='Girl to Conquer NBA?'/><author><name>-edz-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13727013204292581748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/Sc6YDnhT7NI/AAAAAAAAARo/Ral_TWF-_s8/S220/baby_angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111634058246554333.post-7443792065960890029</id><published>2008-05-21T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:59:40.543-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='American Idol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='important people'/><title type='text'>AI's DC and DA</title><content type='html'>So, today’s the day for most of you. (Yeah, that does not include me) And why is that? As we all know, tonight the biggest and most anticipated question will be answered – “Will it be DC or DA?” Oh come on, don’t act like you don’t know what that means.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tonight is the Grand Finale of American Idol Season&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/SDSmK5eK3PI/AAAAAAAAAIs/T3tvzpx8b1A/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/SDSmK5eK3PI/AAAAAAAAAIs/T3tvzpx8b1A/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202966175676030194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 7 and the most awaited verdict as to who will be the newest Idol sensation will be announced. The battle between David Cook and David Archuleta will finally be answered. Have you cast your votes? Well, if not what are you waiting for? Vote now for you favorite idol. You may be their last chance. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As for my opinion, whoever the ultimate Idol may be, we all know they have come a really really long way and have grown so much in this competition. And still, there is even more room for growth after tonight. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m sure everyone will be hooked in front of their TV screens tonight. Oh well, we all know from day 1 as to who will reign this season but the suspense is worth the watch. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111634058246554333-7443792065960890029?l=edzjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7443792065960890029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111634058246554333&amp;postID=7443792065960890029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/7443792065960890029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/7443792065960890029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/2008/05/ai.html' title='AI&apos;s DC and DA'/><author><name>-edz-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13727013204292581748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/Sc6YDnhT7NI/AAAAAAAAARo/Ral_TWF-_s8/S220/baby_angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/SDSmK5eK3PI/AAAAAAAAAIs/T3tvzpx8b1A/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111634058246554333.post-6824906673905303763</id><published>2008-05-19T20:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T15:43:20.109-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Why I Am Hot</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Wow, things have been crazy these past few weeks that’s why I have not updated my blog lately. Latest would be first of all, I took the last exam for my Spring semester last Saturday. Yey! So much for Spring 2008! Unfortunately, I only had yesterday (Sunday) for vacation. Yeah, cause Summer school starts today! Ha! Yeah, I enrolled for the whole 3 sessions of summer! Crazy? Yeah, I guess. I decided to preoccupy myself with school this entire season. What a way to spend ones summer “vacation,” huh? Oh well, as they say, No pain no gain. Haha! &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyways, some of you may have known few of my clumsy stories in the past. And by that I mean incidences that happened because I could be a little klutz at times. Okay, not a little probably. So here’s another crazy story that happened to me today. So I got to school around 9 in the morning expecting my class to start at some minutes past 11. I logged on to the internet and printed out some important papers and paid some bills. Then about 10:30 I realized I dropped the class which is suppose to start today and replaced it with a one that will not start until about 3 weeks from now! You see! Ain’t that crazy! So I had to rush to the Registrar’s Office upon realizing that the class I dropped was going to start about 30 minutes from that time. I drank my can of lunch-to-go and rushed to the office. Good thing that today is the last day to add that class in person. So there I was greeted with a long line. Thank God it moved fast. Then finally it was my turn! I told the guy who entertained me my concerns, however, he said he cannot do anything about it. I would have to go to the Summer term office to have it re-added. Wow, I didn’t know where that office is ‘cause it’s my first time to enroll classes for summer. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;With about 15 minutes left I rushed and looked for the said office and had to wait for a couple of minutes before it was my turn to be accommodated. Then it was me! The lady processed my requests fast enough that I was able to get to my class about 2 or 3 minutes before it would start. So talk about Supergirl!&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now, you might think my sufferings ended there, no – you’re wrong. After class I had to walk all the way to the university bookstore which is located on other end of campus. Wow! They ran out of books and CD’s. Pretty stupid of me since I was there that morning and there were still some copies left. I decided to further my sufferings and crossed the street to check out the other big bookstore. Lo and behold – they ran out too and they were the cheapest. I walked to the other bookstore that I’ve never been to since and they ran out too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a great day! And to top it all, it was&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 109 deg Fahrenheit or 42.8 deg Celsius&lt;/span&gt;. In English that means &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;hot as hell&lt;/span&gt;! So while I was walking back to the university library, I called my dad to check the book on Barnes and Noble website. There was only one copy left out of the 5 branches near where I live. Thank God. Unfortunately, they don’t have the 4 CD set that comes with the book and the university bookstore’s order will not arrived until tomorrow. But I am left with no other choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;However, despite the entire “marathon” (as my mom called it) under the heat of the sun, this is still a day worth looking back to. I learned so many lessons and the most important is – &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;God is always with me&lt;/span&gt;. Now, I can sleep soundly. Really soundly after all the trouble I went through. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111634058246554333-6824906673905303763?l=edzjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/6824906673905303763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111634058246554333&amp;postID=6824906673905303763' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/6824906673905303763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/6824906673905303763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/2008/05/why-i-am-hot.html' title='Why I Am Hot'/><author><name>-edz-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13727013204292581748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/Sc6YDnhT7NI/AAAAAAAAARo/Ral_TWF-_s8/S220/baby_angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111634058246554333.post-4581266138347649022</id><published>2008-05-09T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:59:40.722-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Mother's Day Reminder</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/SCTGY2lxDQI/AAAAAAAAAIc/ej737YP8uWY/s1600-h/4516868.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 280px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/SCTGY2lxDQI/AAAAAAAAAIc/ej737YP8uWY/s320/4516868.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198498000165473538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ding dong! Ding dong! Reminder!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;If you have not realized yet, Mother’s Day is just a few hours from now!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(Technically, as I’m writing this it’s 33 and a half hours from now.) So, the big question is – “Have you already prepared a present?”&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;I asked a friend this question a couple of hours ago and he said, “Yeah, a kiss!” Well, we all know a kiss isn’t bad for a gift, in fact we give that almost every day. But this is one special day for all mothers (or wives for some of you around the world and I personally think it is just but right to get our mothers (grandmothers and wives) something really special. &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;A simple card isn’t that expensive and hard to get. Or even a simple letter that contains your whole heart and gratitude for everything your mother has done for you. (Which by the way we all know is a lot. Our mothers have definitely done so many things for us going back to the very day they conceived us.) Of course you could always buy her a ticket for a concert or show or probably a trip to the saloon or spa center to get some relaxing time. Or you could start her morning by surprising her with some lovely flowers (which all women definitely love).&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;So here is a reminder guys, please grab something special and unique for your mothers/grandmothers/wives. This day only comes once a year so might as well make it really special and memorable. One wonderful day is more than enough for them. Then you could use the remaining days of the year to go back to your busy lives. *smiles*&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;So to all the MOTHERS/GRANDMOTHERS out there:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/SCTG5WlxDRI/AAAAAAAAAIk/w6gsjp2g00g/s1600-h/BestMothersDayCard-772312.GIF"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/SCTG5WlxDRI/AAAAAAAAAIk/w6gsjp2g00g/s320/BestMothersDayCard-772312.GIF" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198498558511222034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111634058246554333-4581266138347649022?l=edzjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4581266138347649022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111634058246554333&amp;postID=4581266138347649022' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/4581266138347649022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/4581266138347649022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/2008/05/mothers-day-reminder.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day Reminder'/><author><name>-edz-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13727013204292581748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/Sc6YDnhT7NI/AAAAAAAAARo/Ral_TWF-_s8/S220/baby_angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/SCTGY2lxDQI/AAAAAAAAAIc/ej737YP8uWY/s72-c/4516868.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111634058246554333.post-4963995273181930972</id><published>2008-05-08T02:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T02:08:17.843-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tests'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='important people'/><title type='text'>George Clooney is MY Celebrity Soulmate</title><content type='html'>So my sister showed me this little online celebrity soulmate test a few weeks ago but I wasn't able to find time to post it here until now. I did the test quite a few times and kept getting George Clooney as my "celebrity soulmate." I think it's cool since we all know he's a fabulous actor and a consistent contender for the world's sexiest man title. Plus, he's heck of a funny guy and he loves his parents. *lol* I wish to meet him someday though. Perhaps after I see him personally I'll fall in love with him even more. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the test is really short and fun to do. It's a nice way to spend  a break from once busy world. So, I hope you guys try it and let me know which celebrity is your soulmate. (There is a separate test for females and males)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msn.americangreetings.com/display.pd?path=100143&amp;amp;prodnum=3138107&amp;amp;source=msne220"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ak.imgag.com/imgag/product/full/ap/3138107/msn_clooney.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msn.americangreetings.com/display.pd?path=100143&amp;amp;prodnum=3138107&amp;amp;source=msne220"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Take the Quiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111634058246554333-4963995273181930972?l=edzjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4963995273181930972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111634058246554333&amp;postID=4963995273181930972' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/4963995273181930972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/4963995273181930972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/2008/05/george-clooney-is-my-celebrity-soulmate.html' title='George Clooney is MY Celebrity Soulmate'/><author><name>-edz-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13727013204292581748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/Sc6YDnhT7NI/AAAAAAAAARo/Ral_TWF-_s8/S220/baby_angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111634058246554333.post-658393984733291934</id><published>2008-05-01T03:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T22:07:30.209-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vlog'/><title type='text'>What To Do</title><content type='html'>First off, April just ended and today's the start of another month! Whew! Time just flies by in a flash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, here's a random video I made. Instead of doing school related matters, I did this. *laugh* I just wanted to share my day with you and ask your opinions. Pardon the music during the first three quarters of the vid. I didn't realize it was that loud. *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vp4-KrUA7E0&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vp4-KrUA7E0&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111634058246554333-658393984733291934?l=edzjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/658393984733291934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111634058246554333&amp;postID=658393984733291934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/658393984733291934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/658393984733291934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-to-do.html' title='What To Do'/><author><name>-edz-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13727013204292581748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/Sc6YDnhT7NI/AAAAAAAAARo/Ral_TWF-_s8/S220/baby_angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111634058246554333.post-6557674594490105909</id><published>2008-04-28T02:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T09:08:21.988-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>A Saturday of Compliments</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Warning: This post is a personal entry. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have been trying to avoid writing entries that talk about my personal experiences because I think of this blog as a way to inform people of life’s various simple lessons. Yeah, some of my posts may not outrightly show those lessons but that doesn’t mean there aren’t any. Well, isn’t life like that? Life doesn’t shout to us all the answers right away. It whispers to us and asks us to listen patiently. But anyways, getting back on track, this blog is about everyone’s journey.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I know I’ve been really busy these past few weeks as you’ve noticed in my blog. The next couple of weeks will be worse. My finals start this week until the next 2 weeks. Then after that hopefully my spring semester will be totally over. Meaning, I can move on to the next level and finish all my courses with flying colors. I can already sense and smell the sweet scent of success and achievements. Anyways, I was just dreaming. I’m still a bit far from the end of this chapter’s race. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The past couple of weeks have been tough for me. I’ve been slacking off and kinda rushing to beat time and the urge to stay online for hours (like now). Although, I think the hard work is being paid off at the end of most days. And yesterday was one of those days. Yeah, some days don’t really pay off all the efforts I’ve put into. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;During Saturdays I usually go to school because I have a general education course scheduled to meet once a week for about 3 hours straight. We had a major exam and a paper due about a week prior to yesterday’s in-class meeting so the professor was due to give back the results. I felt really uneasy when he was giving back the papers since he was commenting on everyone’s performance. He said to one of my classmates, “Outstanding job!” I didn’t know how I did so I felt he would say negative comments or nothing at all. And then it was my turn, he held my paper close to his chest as he thought of the right words to use then he finally said, “Absolutely super A student. You perfected the exam!” Wow. I think I pretty much turned red at that time. Just the perfect words. At that moment my smile felt like it was about to tear my whole face. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyways, fast-forward. Right after class, I was the second person about to leave the room when the professor called me. He said, “You’re doing a fantastic job in this class. In fact, you’re one of the best students I’ve ever had.” Here in the States cases like this seldom happen. College professors don’t normally give too much attention to their students’ performance. Ei, I don’t mean to say they do not care at all. By it I mean, for example, they don’t normally approach students to tell them they’re doing great in class. In here when you have a problem, as the student, you have the responsibility to approach your instructor and not the other way around. I mean, we’re already in college right? We’re no longer kids. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So that was how my yesterday (Saturday) went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It wasn’t a “best day” but that day served a witnessed of how someone’s hard work does really pay off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111634058246554333-6557674594490105909?l=edzjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/6557674594490105909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111634058246554333&amp;postID=6557674594490105909' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/6557674594490105909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/6557674594490105909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/2008/04/saturday-of-compliments.html' title='A Saturday of Compliments'/><author><name>-edz-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13727013204292581748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/Sc6YDnhT7NI/AAAAAAAAARo/Ral_TWF-_s8/S220/baby_angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111634058246554333.post-789922524579654982</id><published>2008-04-23T22:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:59:40.860-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='important people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love story'/><title type='text'>Harry Potter Star's Jest</title><content type='html'>So here’s the latest scoop everyone. In my prior entry, I talked about Daniel Radcliffe’s search for an Australian mystery girl who caught his eye in one AFI awards night he attended in the past. A few hours after &lt;em&gt;The Daily Telegraph&lt;/em&gt; published their article about the boy wizard’s search, a number of girls stepped up saying they were the one who bewitched the young actor. But among those girls, 2 ladies stood out as the possible mystery girl. Both of the girls, blond 20-year-old Cassi McKay from Sydney, and brown-haired saxophonist Savannah Blount from Melbourne, played in David Campbell’s band at the after party and shared a picture with the actor during the event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/SBQ3PS05kUI/AAAAAAAAAIU/XCJ1-ie-K6Y/s1600-h/radcliffe-picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193837006156304706" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/SBQ3PS05kUI/AAAAAAAAAIU/XCJ1-ie-K6Y/s320/radcliffe-picture.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly for our lover boy, both ladies already have boyfriends. Savannah Blount revealed that the actor was very polite, sweet, charming, and handsome. Although, she confessed he’s “very short [and she’s] more for the taller type of guy.” Ouch! On the other hand though, Cassi McKay has been set to travel to UK next week for a four-month vacation. And, she is open to meeting up with the millionaire actor again. She said, “I've told my boyfriend about him and I'd be keen to meet up." And if you’re wondering how Ms. McKay’s boyfriend is reacting to all of these? Well, he is not a big fan of the actor. In fact, he has not read any of the Harry Potter books nor watched any of the movies. Although, it doesn’t worry him if his girlfriend of more than two years wants to meet up with the actor since he “trusts her.” Now, that’s what I call a supportive boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, you might think these girls broke the heart and the Daniel Radcliffe’s hope of finally finding true love. Well, guess again. Few hours ago, the actor’s London-based representative stepped into the scene and brought a new twist to this whole mystery girl search. Yes, a twist. She told New York’s &lt;em&gt;Daily News&lt;/em&gt; that the Harry Potter star’s search was only a joke. She added, "(Radcliffe's comments) were meant in jest, but sadly been blown out of all proportion."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Edz React:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people laugh at this whole story. Indeed it is a big joke. Cassi McKay, first to assume the mystery girl title, revealed on an initial interview with&lt;em&gt; The Daily Telegraph&lt;/em&gt; that she did not want her 15 minutes of fame and is very much committed to her boyfriend. Oh yes, she and her boyfriend had been in the tabloids and interviews all over the place. And Savannah Blount said she finds the young actor short and prefers tall man (like her boyfriend I suppose). So they were thinking they caught Daniel Radcliffe’s heart. Then all of a sudden the actor says it was a joke that was taken out of context. Oh, wow. Girls take that! Indeed this twist brought the two girls’ 15 minutes of fame to an end. Boy, what a laugh to end a day. I guess noble princes searching for average-simple girls may only happen in movies after all. Ever wondered why Prince Charles and Princess Diana’s marriage never worked out in the end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve researched this whole story and referred to various articles on the internet. Because I used too many articles, I find it overwhelming to post them all here. So, pardon me if I am no longer going to cite my sources.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111634058246554333-789922524579654982?l=edzjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/789922524579654982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111634058246554333&amp;postID=789922524579654982' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/789922524579654982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/789922524579654982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/2008/04/harry-potters.html' title='Harry Potter Star&apos;s Jest'/><author><name>-edz-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13727013204292581748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/Sc6YDnhT7NI/AAAAAAAAARo/Ral_TWF-_s8/S220/baby_angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/SBQ3PS05kUI/AAAAAAAAAIU/XCJ1-ie-K6Y/s72-c/radcliffe-picture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111634058246554333.post-6823082713347599708</id><published>2008-04-21T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:59:41.160-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='important people'/><title type='text'>The Wizard's Search for Mystery Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/SBAQ6y05kRI/AAAAAAAAAH8/1yrF4Zzbm7k/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192668972620288274" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px" height="263" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/SBAQ6y05kRI/AAAAAAAAAH8/1yrF4Zzbm7k/s320/1.jpg" width="289" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Every girl wishes to have a fairytale love story (except me). They would want a prince charming to save them from the dungeon and sweep them off their feet. That explains why movies such as Nothing Hill and Pretty Woman topped the box office charts when released. (Almost) Every average-simple girl probably dreams to have a rich-famous-handsome guy fall in love with her and search for her. Although most people say, these stories only happen in books and movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhhmmm. You might think that’s impossible to happen nowadays huh? But think again. There are still some people out there with pure hearts and with so much sincere love to give. Would you believe me if I tell you the famous Daniel Radcliffe is one of those very rare men? Yes, Daniel Radcliffe as in Daniel Radcliffe from one of the most successful book series ever turned to blockbuster movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The famous young actor revealed he was bewitched by an Australian woman sometime late last year during an AFI awards night. He shared in his interview with The Daily Telegraph:&lt;br /&gt;"There was one girl there, oh my god, she had these eyes that just looked at me like she wanted to pounce on me. She stared at me the whole night and I was going to get her number and then I couldn't find her.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/SBAQpy05kQI/AAAAAAAAAH0/yYOvKUcyzhQ/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192668680562512130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/SBAQpy05kQI/AAAAAAAAAH0/yYOvKUcyzhQ/s200/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I must have walked around that party for an hour trying to look for this girl, like some sad pathetic dweeb but it would have been so worth it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know, I don't know her name, I can't remember her name. It was one of those things but she was stunning," he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The actor shared he has troubles finding the right woman and is cautious of “gold diggers” who would only be after his fame and fortune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the newspaper – The Daily Telegraph – is helping search for Radcliffe’s mysterious Aussie-girl. And the whole world awaits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Edz React:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Uhhmmm.. What did I tell you? Probably in our modern times there are still men with hearts like the nobles princes from movies. But I guess it’s still too soon to tell. I know this search will not last long. It will end any time soon and everyone will be talking about it. So far, while I’m writing this blog entry, they still have not found the girl. But I will update you guys with the latest. I’ll research it for you. So keep watch. Lets see how far this story will go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111634058246554333-6823082713347599708?l=edzjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/6823082713347599708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111634058246554333&amp;postID=6823082713347599708' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/6823082713347599708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/6823082713347599708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/2008/04/wizards-search-for-mystery-girl.html' title='The Wizard&apos;s Search for Mystery Girl'/><author><name>-edz-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13727013204292581748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/Sc6YDnhT7NI/AAAAAAAAARo/Ral_TWF-_s8/S220/baby_angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/SBAQ6y05kRI/AAAAAAAAAH8/1yrF4Zzbm7k/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111634058246554333.post-2258235327603757310</id><published>2008-04-09T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:59:41.292-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Driving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='important people'/><title type='text'>100 Days Old 2008 and Centenarians</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;31 + 29 + 31 + 9 = ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When New Year of 2008 was only a few minutes away, I could not believe how time flies by so fast. Then it was already the first day of 2008. Then after some time, I realized January was already over. Then February came. Then March. Then last week, the month of April started. We’re already in our 4th month of the year. Wow! Time is definitely in a hurry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But do any of you count the days? I guess not. We, humans, tend to get very preoccupied with worldly matters that we “no longer have time” for such childish activity. “We’re too busy to count the days,” right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/R_2yXG2DDwI/AAAAAAAAAHk/PV4Hn3vdofs/s1600-h/100-days-400.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187498455844720386" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/R_2yXG2DDwI/AAAAAAAAAHk/PV4Hn3vdofs/s200/100-days-400.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I hope some of you have noticed that today is the 100th day of 2008. So Happy 100th Day! Yes, it has already been 100 days since the year started. That was the purpose of the equation above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, what have you done so far?&lt;br /&gt;What did you accomplish in those 100 days?&lt;br /&gt;How is the progress of your New Year’s Resolutions?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyways, below are a couple of links about people who reached their 100 years of age. Yes, 100 years and not days. And check out what they did in those 100 years, how they are living their lives, and what they are planning to do in the near future. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymail.co.uk/pages/live/articles/news/news.html?in_article_id=478075&amp;amp;in_page_id=1770"&gt;100-Year-Old Celebrate Her Birthday By Smoking 170,000th Cigarette &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.localnewsdaily.com/news/story.php?story_id=120476788218375700"&gt;Margaret Pearson is Still Cruisin' at 100&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/england/london/5305378.stm"&gt;100-Year-Old Told "Take Day Off"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/11964284/"&gt;100-Year-Old Decides It's Time To Retire&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.azcentral.com/news/articles/2008/04/05/20080405Citizen101-0405.html"&gt;100-Year-Old Becomes U.S. Citizen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/16265133/"&gt;100-Year-Old Receives College Degree&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ananova.com/news/story/sm_1567395.html"&gt;Discount For 100-Year-Old Driver&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wonkette.com/368098/100+year+old-iowa-man-loves-hooters-hates-george-w-bush"&gt;100-Year-Old Iowa Man Loves Hooters, Hates George W. Bush&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I hope you read these articles. The stories of these centenarians (a person who has reached the age of 100 or more) make me wonder if I could live to be a century old. I wish I could though, since there is so much more I want to do in this lifetime. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111634058246554333-2258235327603757310?l=edzjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2258235327603757310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111634058246554333&amp;postID=2258235327603757310' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/2258235327603757310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/2258235327603757310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/2008/04/100-days-old-2008-and-centenarians.html' title='100 Days Old 2008 and Centenarians'/><author><name>-edz-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13727013204292581748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/Sc6YDnhT7NI/AAAAAAAAARo/Ral_TWF-_s8/S220/baby_angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/R_2yXG2DDwI/AAAAAAAAAHk/PV4Hn3vdofs/s72-c/100-days-400.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111634058246554333.post-4273625063626723366</id><published>2008-04-07T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:59:41.487-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='American Idol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='important people'/><title type='text'>Ramiele Malubay Leaves American Idol</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tomorrow another episode of everyone’s favorite show – The American Idol – will air. Unfortunately, the Filipino community, or probably most of the Asian community, might not be so enthusiastic &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/R_r7Dt3tRKI/AAAAAAAAAHc/1NXWaxfseBA/s1600-h/RamieleMalubayvotedoff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186733962141975714" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/R_r7Dt3tRKI/AAAAAAAAAHc/1NXWaxfseBA/s200/RamieleMalubayvotedoff.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;about tomorrow’s performances. As we all know the only representative of the Asian community was voted out from the competition last week. Yes, I’m talking about Ramiele Malubay. For some fans, it was a shocker! On the other hand, though, some viewers might have already anticipated her exit. I missed that night’s show, but I must admit I was disappointed too when I learned she was eliminated from “Idol.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people argue that she should have stayed and “Idol” should have been a competition based on talent and not on popularity. However, the latter’s a very debatable topic so I don’t want to touch and elaborate that issue. What happened already happened. Although Ramiele will no longer perform weekly in the competition, she has already proven herself to the world. She has already proven her talent and versatility. She’s not only a great performer but also a friend and a daughter. As the judges say, she has a great voice for a small girl. Yeah, Ramiele! That’s how we are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being in the top 9 is already a great achievement. No t everyone could get to have the opportunities you’ve experienced. Although we would no longer be regularly seeing you in “Idol,” we will always be your fans. Just as you are proud to be an Asian and to represent us, we are also very proud to have you represent us in Hollywood’s music industry. This won’t be the last we’ll see of you. Good luck and always keep your feet planted on the ground. Like what Ryan said, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“You did a tremendous job!”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is a clip of Ramiele’s elimination from “Idol.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5HvKUnpm_LY&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5HvKUnpm_LY&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111634058246554333-4273625063626723366?l=edzjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4273625063626723366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111634058246554333&amp;postID=4273625063626723366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/4273625063626723366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/4273625063626723366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/2008/04/ramiele-malubay-leaves-american-idol.html' title='Ramiele Malubay Leaves American Idol'/><author><name>-edz-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13727013204292581748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/Sc6YDnhT7NI/AAAAAAAAARo/Ral_TWF-_s8/S220/baby_angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/R_r7Dt3tRKI/AAAAAAAAAHc/1NXWaxfseBA/s72-c/RamieleMalubayvotedoff.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111634058246554333.post-4147404845188271093</id><published>2008-04-07T00:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:59:41.623-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>St. Peter, Easter Eggs and Bunnies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I know most of you already know the story I wrote below but I still want to put it up and share with everyone. I apologize if you find this entry unpleasing though. I did not post it to insult any religious believe. I, myself, believe in the Lord. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The real message is within the story. I hope you get it and continue to practice your faith or whatever beliefs you might have. Enjoy reading. Oh one more thing, I know Easter Sunday and egg hunting are already over but that's not the main point of the story. *wink*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;********************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our Lord was worried because there have been too many arrivals in heaven. He called to task St. Peter for the laxity in the screening of new entrants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord suggested that the new arrivals should undergo some kind of entrance test. They are to be asked about their religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St. Peter thought the idea was excellent. After thinking what would be the most crucial question, he came up with the following: “What is the significance of Easter?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well, it is a… er… a day… when… ah… we color eggs and children hunt them in the playground.” “You must go to hell,” St. Peter ordered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/R_nURd3tRJI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Bw0qxHRTVas/s1600-h/huntbunny.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186409842434983058" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/R_nURd3tRJI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Bw0qxHRTVas/s200/huntbunny.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“How about you?” he asked pointing at the second person in line. The woman straightened up and pondered what to answer. “Er… ah… on Easter there is usually this er… bunny. A rabbit!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You, too, must go to hell,” decided the exasperated Saint.&lt;br /&gt;The next in line had overheard the previous dialogues. He looked ready and sure of himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“And you,” St. Peter asked the third arrival, “What is the meaning of Easter?” The man brightened up and replied, “That is when Jesus was crucified, died, and buried. And on the third day He rose again.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Praise be to God” St. Peter exclaimed, “finally, there’s one person worthy of entering heaven… And what else can you say about Easter?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oozing with confidence, he went on, “After Jesus rose from the cave, he got out to chase the bunny and hunt the colored egged in the playground!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St. Peter almost collapsed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111634058246554333-4147404845188271093?l=edzjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4147404845188271093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111634058246554333&amp;postID=4147404845188271093' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/4147404845188271093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/4147404845188271093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/2008/04/st-peter-easter-eggs-and-bunnies.html' title='St. Peter, Easter Eggs and Bunnies'/><author><name>-edz-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13727013204292581748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/Sc6YDnhT7NI/AAAAAAAAARo/Ral_TWF-_s8/S220/baby_angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/R_nURd3tRJI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Bw0qxHRTVas/s72-c/huntbunny.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111634058246554333.post-666512576590717719</id><published>2008-03-30T02:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:59:41.901-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='earth'/><title type='text'>Earth Hour - Go and Make a Difference</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So I did my usual rounds of computer activities this morning; I checked my emails on yahoo, my friendster, and multiply. Then I realized I needed to google up something for school so, of course, where would I start to “google up” something? At Google of course! I clicked on my little Google icon then suddenly the their usual white main page was black. For a second, I thought something was wrong with my laptop or I accidentally pressed a wrong key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/R-9bRN3tRHI/AAAAAAAAAHE/9_JOgIENZQs/s1600-h/Earth-Hour-full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183462047465948274" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="164" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/R-9bRN3tRHI/AAAAAAAAAHE/9_JOgIENZQs/s200/Earth-Hour-full.jpg" width="181" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got surprised to know that even Google experiences blackouts.&lt;br /&gt;*Laughing* Of course, they do.. not! It turned out that they are participating in the worldwide energy conservation effort called Earth Hour. I’m not going to elaborate on this Earth Hour for I want you to discover and learn it for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;So please visit their website and click on the link: &lt;a href="http://www6.earthhourus.org/"&gt;60 Earth Hour&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve also posted a copy of their main page video here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9_c5K7Jdw9E&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9_c5K7Jdw9E&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is also how Google’s page looked like when they forgot to pay last month’s electricity bills: &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/intl/en/earthhour/"&gt;Google Earth Hour&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I don’t want to rant about global warming because I trust my readers to already know about it. Well, maybe not a lot of information about it but at least some general idea as to what it is and how it affects the entire world. Another reason why I also don’t want to start explaining is because I did researches and written papers about this major issue and if I try to share it here I might not end any time soon. (you wouldn’t want that for sure)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me just share with you three simple things I regularly do to contribute in the reduction of global warming:&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Turn off lights when not in use.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; In fact, even unplug my laptop from time to time while using it especially when I know the battery’s already full. So pull up those blinds, open those curtains and windows, and greet the lovely sunshine! Not only will you save on electricity but letting some sun into your house also kills bacteria inside.&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Reduce the wattage of the light bulbs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; So I actually convinced my whole family to change the wattage of the light bulbs we use in the entire house. Come to think of it, by doing so you not only contribute to global warming reduction but also lower down your electric bills. *wink*&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Share the knowledge! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Of course, little actions help reduce this global phenomenon but it also helps a lot if we share that knowledge to other people. They may know about this issue but they may not actually be doing something to help. Sharing some information may entice them to start acting on it. Hey, it doesn’t take you a minute to say “Ei Buddy, by the way can you please turn off the lights if you’re not using it. That really helps a lot in reducing Global Warming. Thanks my friend”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than my research papers, I get additional information from the organizations I signed up with – organizations that promote awareness and action about this global issue. I also receive regular updates from emails and postal mails. And I hope you guys do it too&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/R-9bkt3tRII/AAAAAAAAAHM/pwi1ExcvZzg/s1600-h/1.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183462382473397378" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/R-9bkt3tRII/AAAAAAAAAHM/pwi1ExcvZzg/s200/1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let us love our planet guys. Let us all unite in saving it. It’s our mother. And it’s our home. Let’s go and make a difference.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111634058246554333-666512576590717719?l=edzjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/666512576590717719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111634058246554333&amp;postID=666512576590717719' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/666512576590717719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/666512576590717719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/2008/03/earth-hour-go-and-make-difference.html' title='Earth Hour - Go and Make a Difference'/><author><name>-edz-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13727013204292581748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/Sc6YDnhT7NI/AAAAAAAAARo/Ral_TWF-_s8/S220/baby_angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/R-9bRN3tRHI/AAAAAAAAAHE/9_JOgIENZQs/s72-c/Earth-Hour-full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111634058246554333.post-1312515742088463325</id><published>2008-03-27T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:59:42.089-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>Quote of the day #1 - Marriage</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/R-yPKN3tRGI/AAAAAAAAAG8/aluw6b-1K24/s1600-h/1.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182674676881376354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="231" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/R-yPKN3tRGI/AAAAAAAAAG8/aluw6b-1K24/s320/1.gif" width="297" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You work at a marriage. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;There are no shortcuts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;There are bumps on the road. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;That’s no reason to get out of the car. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You learn to travel over them, around them, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;if necessary take another route, but always together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-- Conchita Razon &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182673942441968722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/R-yOfd3tRFI/AAAAAAAAAG0/y6P8e2sSDTo/s320/CamMarriage070124.jpg" border="0" /&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/9111634058246554333-1312515742088463325?l=edzjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1312515742088463325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111634058246554333&amp;postID=1312515742088463325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/1312515742088463325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/1312515742088463325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/2008/03/quote-of-day-1.html' title='Quote of the day #1 - Marriage'/><author><name>-edz-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13727013204292581748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/Sc6YDnhT7NI/AAAAAAAAARo/Ral_TWF-_s8/S220/baby_angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/R-yPKN3tRGI/AAAAAAAAAG8/aluw6b-1K24/s72-c/1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111634058246554333.post-1807854111537714972</id><published>2008-03-24T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:59:42.320-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='military'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='violence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='important people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Prayer for the War</title><content type='html'>Last week there were prayer vigils and rallies held in almost every state in America to mark the 5th year anniversary of the war in Iraq. Some people say that the war is over and Americans are now helping the Iraqis fix their country. While on the other hand, some would argue that the war is still going on and it will not end any time soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether you believe the war has ended or not doesn’t really matter. There are still thousands of soldiers out there risking their lives. Back in 2001, almost the entire world mourned over the loss during the “terrorist attack” in America. Almost every citizen in the United States wanted to attack Iraq, to &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/R-iI8N3tRBI/AAAAAAAAAGU/7BQZXOu2ze0/s1600-h/soldiers-coffins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181541939386598418" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="209" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/R-iI8N3tRBI/AAAAAAAAAGU/7BQZXOu2ze0/s320/soldiers-coffins.jpg" width="290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;have revenge, and to seek justice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now, five years later, thousands of American soldiers have already died and still the war isn’t officially over. The number of fatalities of both American soldiers and Iraqis continues to rise. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, four US soldiers were killed in a roadside bomb. Over 5 years of war, the death toll of American soldiers had officially reached 4,000. That number only represents the fatalities of American soldiers, how about their “enemies?” How many people, both innocent and guilty, have died all in all? How many families have suffered from lost and longing? How many children were born and raised without their fathers? Or both parents? How many soldiers are suffering from depression and frustration? How many lives have been affected?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Whether the war should have been started or not no longer matters. What matters most are the lives of the people. We all live in one world and we are all affected by this war. No matter what officials are going to do about the war right now, one thing’s for sure – the killings will not end soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/R-iJg93tRDI/AAAAAAAAAGk/a8p5Ot1tcJM/s1600-h/mil_fallensoldier_0707.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181542570746790962" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="197" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/R-iJg93tRDI/AAAAAAAAAGk/a8p5Ot1tcJM/s320/mil_fallensoldier_0707.jpg" width="283" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I hope we all pray for the soldiers doing their jobs and the innocent Iraqis trying to live in peace. We don’t know when the killings would end, but we all know that there is someone who continues to listen. I know not everyone believes in a divine being but I know we all yearn for someone to take us away from the sorrows we are experiencing. Prayer is our best weapon in times like this. &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/9111634058246554333-1807854111537714972?l=edzjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1807854111537714972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111634058246554333&amp;postID=1807854111537714972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/1807854111537714972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/1807854111537714972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/2008/03/prayer-for-war.html' title='Prayer for the War'/><author><name>-edz-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13727013204292581748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/Sc6YDnhT7NI/AAAAAAAAARo/Ral_TWF-_s8/S220/baby_angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/R-iI8N3tRBI/AAAAAAAAAGU/7BQZXOu2ze0/s72-c/soldiers-coffins.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111634058246554333.post-451185231706514484</id><published>2008-03-23T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:59:42.545-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Happy Easter Spring Break is Over!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;First of all, thank you for those who read my previous post and enjoyed the 8 facts I posted about myself. Hopefully the 8 people I tagged would respond and also post 8 facts about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/R-cbFd3tQ-I/AAAAAAAAAF8/8Eri6LoE5D4/s1600-h/easter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181139677044622306" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="263" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/R-cbFd3tQ-I/AAAAAAAAAF8/8Eri6LoE5D4/s320/easter.jpg" width="185" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, like me, I’m sure you’ve all observed how quiet our surroundings are today. Some stores are closed while some are only open for half of the day. At the same time the churches are packed with people. I’m pretty sure you all know what today is, right? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It is Easter Sunday!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, aside from your usual Easter parties do you really know what this day is all about? Easter is one of the most important religious feasts in the Christian liturgical year. Christians around the globe celebrate this day in practice of their belief that Christ resurrected 3 days after his crucifixion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m not going to go into further details for I’m sure your priests or pastors have already explained it or you probably are non-Christian. However, what is wonderful about today is that some non-religious cultural elements have become a part of this holiday most of which are celebrated by both Christians and non-Christians.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181140140901090306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="182" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/R-cbgd3tRAI/AAAAAAAAAGM/4q8RUv3m1tI/s320/1.gif" width="286" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To my fellow Christians:&lt;/strong&gt; Happy Easter Sunday to all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To kids:&lt;/strong&gt; Did you enjoy take a picture with the Easter Bunny? Tell me, how much did you get from egg hunting? *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To everybody:&lt;/strong&gt; Too bad the stores are closed. I know how you guys feel, I also wasn’t able to do my usual grocery and shopping. Oh! One more thing – careful on those chocolate eggs. A few minutes of walk after your barbecuing party won’t hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To myself:&lt;/strong&gt; Hey, it’s the end of your Spring Break. Better open your books and start catching up with school. You know you’ve been slacking off lately. *wink* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111634058246554333-451185231706514484?l=edzjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/451185231706514484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111634058246554333&amp;postID=451185231706514484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/451185231706514484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/451185231706514484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-easter-spring-break-is-over.html' title='Happy Easter Spring Break is Over!'/><author><name>-edz-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13727013204292581748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/Sc6YDnhT7NI/AAAAAAAAARo/Ral_TWF-_s8/S220/baby_angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/R-cbFd3tQ-I/AAAAAAAAAF8/8Eri6LoE5D4/s72-c/easter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111634058246554333.post-534951684223930504</id><published>2008-03-21T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T18:08:03.895-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>I've Been Tagged. 8 Facts About Me.</title><content type='html'>This entry is to answer a tag from my co-blogger Happymommy from “A Blessed Life” (check out her link on the side). This isn’t the first time I was tagged but it’s the first time I’ll actually respond. Wohoo! I was planning to make a video to answer the tag but thought that it would take more time to do that. So, I guess you would have to bear reading this entry instead of watching a vid and make fun of me. But I promise I’ll make one and upload it soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, just like any other game, this tag also has rules and here they are:&lt;br /&gt;* Each blogger must post these rules first.&lt;br /&gt;* Each blogger starts with eight random facts/habits about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;* Bloggers that are tagged need to write on their own blog about their eight things and post these rules.&lt;br /&gt;* At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.&lt;br /&gt;* Don't forget to leave them a comment telling them they're tagged, and to read your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here are 8 things about me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact number 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I love the color blue!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I like it so much that during my 18th birthday I had a debut and used the color blue as my color motif. All the tables and chairs had blue (baby blue/light blue) cloths, my gown was blue, roses were painted blue, souvenirs were blue, cake was blue, and balloons were blue. Of course my face wasn’t painted blue. But at home my house slippers are blue, my laptops welcome page is blue, pajamas are blue, and blanket is blue. And sometimes because I like blue so much I end up feeling blue. And boy, I wish blue wasn’t my favorite color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact number 2:&lt;br /&gt;I am not afraid of any creatures, animals, or insects. Oh well, I am afraid of one thing though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I am afraid and do not like cats. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I despise them so much that I could not even dare look at them even in pictures. I freak out when I see one either in person or in photographs. They just give me the creeps. As to why I do not like such “so cute and loving” creatures, secret! And for one thing, I do not think of them as loving or sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you add both facts number 1 and 2 the equation would be this:&lt;br /&gt;I like blue + I hate cats = I do not like Hello Kitty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact number 3:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I do not know how to put on make-up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Although I’m a female, that’s probably one thing I can never do in my entire life. Well, okay, I can powder my face and put on some lipstick or lip gloss but other than those two I’m useless. I do not know how to put on the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact number 4:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a scar on my forehead.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I'm my own Harry Potter. I got this when I was six or seven during a Christmas party. I remember my mom called me that time to eat and she warned me specifically not to pass by the playground. Guess what? I still did. I played on the swing with a girl friend. The swing went too high that I let go and fell on the ground. As soon as I stood up the swing swung back and hit my forehead. So that wasn’t a really happy Christmas experience for me. Lesson: Kids, follow your parents when they say don’t do something, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact number 5:&lt;br /&gt;When I was little, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I sang in a Christmas party and won a cash prize.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; It was kinda funny that I won considering that I only looked at the wall across me the whole time. I was so nervous that I never looked at the audience. Oh well, what matters is that I won. Yeah, for some unknown reason I won. Hey, don’t mock me. I wasn’t the only contestant okay. There were more. I was just the best. *laugh out loud*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact number 6:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I always wear a scapular.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; By always I mean all the time. I do not take it off unless extremely necessary. I’ve been wearing it for around 4 years now. I always feel protected when I have it. And if I don’t wear it, I feel incomplete and somehow unsecured. Well, if you find me not wearing it, it’s probably in my pocket ‘cause I don’t just leave it anywhere. Whenever I’m nervous or scared I just clasp the cross and I’ll feel okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact number 7:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I always sleep on one side of the bed and in one position.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I don’t move a lot. One time during my high school I was sleeping then suddenly my nanny woke me up. When I asked her why she said she was just nervous and concerned. She worried if I was still alive because I had the same position the whole time. She just wanted to make sure. I wonder how it would have been for her if I pretended to be dead. *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact number 8:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love movies!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I love movies so much that I want to be in one. I want to have my own movie. *laughing out loud* I’m just kidding. Seriously, I love movies so much that I have this weird feeling when a whole week would pass and I have not seen any new film. I somehow get irritated then I’d look for ways to be able to watch one. Weird but that’s true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that’s it. Those are 8 facts about me. Probably 8 facts you just don’t see on other normal human beings. =) I know it is long but thanks for reading. To HappyMommy, thanks for tagging me. I had fun knowing myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I should pass this tag and I’m tagging:&lt;br /&gt;Iggy – &lt;a href="http://ie-student.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://ie-student.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wersp – &lt;a href="http://www.wersp.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.wersp.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clarence - &lt;a href="http://ragidhandsome.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://ragidhandsome.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curtain Raiser - &lt;a href="http://famestealer.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://famestealer.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imperfected Mind - &lt;a href="http://imperfectedmind.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://imperfectedmind.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mascot - &lt;a href="http://bam0813.blogsome.com/"&gt;http://bam0813.blogsome.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haze - &lt;a href="http://sihakach.com/"&gt;http://sihakach.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Franz - &lt;a href="http://franz-kulet.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://franz-kulet.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111634058246554333-534951684223930504?l=edzjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/534951684223930504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111634058246554333&amp;postID=534951684223930504' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/534951684223930504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/534951684223930504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-tagged-8-facts.html' title='I&apos;ve Been Tagged. 8 Facts About Me.'/><author><name>-edz-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13727013204292581748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/Sc6YDnhT7NI/AAAAAAAAARo/Ral_TWF-_s8/S220/baby_angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111634058246554333.post-2598947169141916856</id><published>2008-03-18T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:59:42.670-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>Happy St. Patrick's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hi guys. I’m back! Sorry I haven’t updated my blog lately. I’ve been really busy. I had so many plans for the blog but had to put them aside ‘cause of other stuffs that were going own. But hopefully I can start to catch up with the Blogging World. **smiles** &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/R99wakZi-KI/AAAAAAAAAF0/T4eW3293X40/s1600-h/1.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178981698249095330" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/R99wakZi-KI/AAAAAAAAAF0/T4eW3293X40/s320/1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we all know today’s Saint Patrick Day! Woohoo! &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY SAINT PATRICK’S DAY TO ALL OF YOU!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Are you feeling lucky today? If you are, good for you then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, St. Patrick’s Day is synonymous with Spring Break! Yes guys, today’s the official start of my one week of Spring Break. Unfortunately, it’s only one week. Sucks though. How I wish it lasts to one month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I know some of you ended your spring break yesterday and are going back to school today. Too bad. I’m so sorry for you guys. Just kidding! You’ve had your share of spring break. Now it’s my turn!&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/9111634058246554333-2598947169141916856?l=edzjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2598947169141916856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111634058246554333&amp;postID=2598947169141916856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/2598947169141916856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/2598947169141916856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-st-patricks-day.html' title='Happy St. Patrick&apos;s Day'/><author><name>-edz-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13727013204292581748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/Sc6YDnhT7NI/AAAAAAAAARo/Ral_TWF-_s8/S220/baby_angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/R99wakZi-KI/AAAAAAAAAF0/T4eW3293X40/s72-c/1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111634058246554333.post-5240311050984813522</id><published>2008-02-27T13:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T14:07:53.816-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='American Idol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>American Idol's David Archuleta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As we all know, this week is just the official second week of American Idol Season 7. Just a recap, last week 2 boys and 2 girls were sent home and eliminated from the competition. Anyways, last night the top 10 boys performed their 70's song and, unfortunately, the judges weren't that happy with most of the performances. Well, most okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may think it is too soon to pick your favorite idol since it's still week 2, right? Better think again for as early as now American Idol seems like it has already chosen its' favorite. Well, at least from the top 10 boys since we all know the girls aren't performing yet until tonight. Yesterday, for the second time, seventeen-year-old David Archuleta captured the hearts of America and yes including Simon Cowell. Young as he may be but David definitely moved the audience, especially his mom and Paula Abdul, with his rendition of John Lennon's "Imagine." The song is incredibly one of the greatest songs ever and you may think because of his naiveness David would fail to express the emotions of the song. But he didn't guys. He surely did an amazing job last night considering it was only a guitar that accompanied him. Indeed, it was a wonderful act to end the night. Oh well, I'm going to stop reporting now. If you failed to witness David's performance, here it is. Notice how Kelly Clarkson and the other Season 1 American Idol finalists literally dropped their jaws when they heard young David sang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aDWs2sqE3nQ&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aDWs2sqE3nQ&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So what can we get from David's experience?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dream and do not just give up on your dreams. If you work hard nothing can hinder you from reaching your goals - not even age. Remember, no one is too young to start dreaming and working for their dreams.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111634058246554333-5240311050984813522?l=edzjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5240311050984813522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111634058246554333&amp;postID=5240311050984813522' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/5240311050984813522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/5240311050984813522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/2008/02/american-idols-david-archuleta.html' title='American Idol&apos;s David Archuleta'/><author><name>-edz-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13727013204292581748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/Sc6YDnhT7NI/AAAAAAAAARo/Ral_TWF-_s8/S220/baby_angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111634058246554333.post-7832260827632507617</id><published>2008-02-25T03:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:59:43.205-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>80th Annual Academy Awards - The Oscar Winners</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/R8UB6BWylmI/AAAAAAAAAFY/zMP64zjbPs8/s1600-h/oscars2.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171541843412948578" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px" height="258" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/R8UB6BWylmI/AAAAAAAAAFY/zMP64zjbPs8/s320/oscars2.png" width="277" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We all know what happened a few hours ago right? It was the 80th Annual Academy Awards. At this point the attention no longer focuses on how the stars looked at the Red Carpet, although, we know that interest will not subside any time soon. What everyone is interested to know now is whether their bet won or not. So here it is, the 80th Annual Academy Awards Winners &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Best film: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No Country for Old Men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best director: &lt;strong&gt;No Country for Old Men, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Joel and Ethan Coen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best actor: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Daniel Day-Lewis&lt;/span&gt;, There Will Be Blood &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Original screenplay: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Juno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Documentary feature: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Taxi to the Dark Side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Documentary short: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Freeheld&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Original score: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Atonement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cinematography: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;There Will Be Blood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Falling Slowly&lt;/span&gt;, Once&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foreign language film: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Counterfeiters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honorary Oscar: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Robert Boyle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Film editing: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Bourne Ultimatum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best actress: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Marion Cotillard&lt;/span&gt;, La Vie en Rose&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sound mixing: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Bourne Ultimatum&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sound editing: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Bourne Ultimatum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adapted screenplay: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No Country for Old Men&lt;/span&gt;, Joel and Ethan Coen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supporting actress: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tilda Swinton&lt;/span&gt;, Michael Clayton&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Animated short: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Peter and the Wolf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live action short: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Le Mozart des Pickpockets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supporting actor: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Javier Bardem&lt;/span&gt;, No Country for Old Men&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art direction: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sweeney Todd&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visual effects: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Golden Compass&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makeup: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;La Vie en Rose&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Animated feature: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ratatouille&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Costume: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Elizabeth: The Golden Age&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So that was it. Unfortunately, neither of people's&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/R8UCJBWylnI/AAAAAAAAAFg/oeY26u7mlrk/s1600-h/titlephoto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171542101110986354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/R8UCJBWylnI/AAAAAAAAAFg/oeY26u7mlrk/s320/titlephoto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; favorites - George Clooney and Johnny Depp - took home the Best Actor award this year. Im definitely sure, though, everyone would agree Daniel Day-Lewis deserves the award. The outstanding "No Country For Old Men" took home the Best Film award. The movie was indeed a remarkable work by the Coen brothers who also won Best Director. Other than those two, Javier Bardem was crowned Best Supporting Actor for his act on the same film. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was also a memorable night for stripper-turned-screenwriter Diablo Cody. Not only did she catch everyone's attention with her very expressive Red Carpet look but her work "Juno" won Best Original Screenplay as well. "Bourne Ultimatum" swept all awards on the three categories in which it was nominated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So that was pretty much it - this year's Oscar Awards. The writers just had to settle matters concerning their strike so as not to miss this big event. Oh by the way, just so you know the star studded ceremony officially ended at past 1 in the morning. But I'm definitely sure, all the preparations the celebrities went through were worth it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What a glamorous night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111634058246554333-7832260827632507617?l=edzjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7832260827632507617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111634058246554333&amp;postID=7832260827632507617' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/7832260827632507617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/7832260827632507617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/2008/02/80th-annual-academy-awards-oscar.html' title='80th Annual Academy Awards - The Oscar Winners'/><author><name>-edz-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13727013204292581748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/Sc6YDnhT7NI/AAAAAAAAARo/Ral_TWF-_s8/S220/baby_angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/R8UB6BWylmI/AAAAAAAAAFY/zMP64zjbPs8/s72-c/oscars2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111634058246554333.post-4551822657541908878</id><published>2008-02-24T15:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:59:43.340-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nutrition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>5 Proven Health Remedies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wealways hear these promotion to gradually reduce obesity around the world. But increase in weight and fitting problems are not the only contributions we get from food. Eating is important in our bodies and even more important if we know how to eat smart. Here are 5 proven food remedies presented by Jean Carper on USA Weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cranberries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; vs. Urinary Tract Infection (UTI)&lt;br /&gt;A British analysis of 10 studies reported that drinking cranberry juice reduces recurrent Urinary Tract Infection in women. Now ladies, a recommended dose of 2 glasses a day is great news considering such reduces UTI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oatmeal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; vs. Cholesterol&lt;br /&gt;Now this has been a known fact for a very long time. However, proof of oatmeal's wonders are stronger than ever. University of Kentucky researcher James Anderson, M.D. concluded that eating whole-grain oatmeal not only cuts total and "bad" cholesterol but also lowers risk for high blood pressure, type 2 diabetes, and weight gain. Hear that? So you better start stacking your pantry with oatmeal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Soybeans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; vs. Hot Flashes&lt;br /&gt;A new study conducted by Harvard's George Blackburn, M.D. found that a compound in soybeans slashed the frequency of hot flashes in a group of menopausal womean by 52%. The researchers revealed that they used the soy extract called AglyMax which is like human estrogen but without negative effects. Now for those who are not aware, Hot Flash is simply a sensation of body heat. It is a sudden hot feeling, sometimes accompanied by sweating and redness of the face, experienced by some women during menopause and caused by an endocrine imbalance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Legumes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; vs. Diabetes&lt;br /&gt;A new Vanderbilt study of 64,000 middle-aged Chinese women found that eating more leagumes (peanuts and dried beans, especially soybeans!) may cut the risk of developing type 2 diabetes by more than 40%. The possible reason could be that all legumes suppress spikes in blood sugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fish Oil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; vs. Brain Damage&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that eaters of fatty fish are less apt to get Alzheimer's? Yes. Much evidence shows that Omega-3 fish oil, especially its DHA compoment, protects brain cells. According to a new UCLA study, DHA - also known as docosahexaenoic acid, an essential fatty acid - helps prevent damage that leads to the onset of Alzheimer's. Prior to such study, DHA has been linked to the reduction of cardiovascular disease and other health benefits. Now for those who don't eat fish better reconsider your diet and start dining on fishes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/R8IPmRWyllI/AAAAAAAAAFM/E59s2znzz2U/s1600-h/l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170712472343189074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/R8IPmRWyllI/AAAAAAAAAFM/E59s2znzz2U/s320/l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now before you stack your grocery cart with these foods remember these are just 5 proven food remedies. There are more. What is important is to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;live healthy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. And how to do that? &lt;strong&gt;Enjoy eating in moderation and working out through a routine that best suites you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111634058246554333-4551822657541908878?l=edzjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4551822657541908878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111634058246554333&amp;postID=4551822657541908878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/4551822657541908878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/4551822657541908878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/2008/02/5-proven-health-remedies.html' title='5 Proven Health Remedies'/><author><name>-edz-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13727013204292581748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/Sc6YDnhT7NI/AAAAAAAAARo/Ral_TWF-_s8/S220/baby_angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/R8IPmRWyllI/AAAAAAAAAFM/E59s2znzz2U/s72-c/l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111634058246554333.post-2998070133562781337</id><published>2008-02-21T00:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:59:43.452-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='American Idol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='important people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vlog'/><title type='text'>First Vlog and American Idol</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone. This is my first video blog. As I explained in the vid, I've been really busy lately that i haven't uploaded my saved drafts. But hopefully my schedule will loosen up a bit in 2 weeks time then I'll be able to catch up with matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea of shooting this vid just came up to me all of a sudden so as you can sense in the vid I didn't know what to say and what to do. Everything was just so random. But we all have to start somewhere right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7D6AL9QhwPk&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7D6AL9QhwPk&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/R71DvhWylkI/AAAAAAAAAFE/g4lbNvSDVYg/s1600-h/r.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169362430978070082" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 271px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 303px" height="287" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/R71DvhWylkI/AAAAAAAAAFE/g4lbNvSDVYg/s320/r.jpg" width="258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;By the way, I hope you all support American Idol contestant &lt;strong&gt;Ramiele Malubay&lt;/strong&gt;. She is a Filipino and with your help she can be the first Asian-American Idol. This gal definitely have what it takes. And take note, during her first performance as the season's competition officially started this week, she was among the very few who got all three Yes from the judges. Yes! Simon gave her a Yes. That just proves she has what it takes. Please tune in to American Idol weekly and vote for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hope you all join me in supporting &lt;strong&gt;Ramiele Malubay&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111634058246554333-2998070133562781337?l=edzjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2998070133562781337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111634058246554333&amp;postID=2998070133562781337' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/2998070133562781337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/2998070133562781337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/2008/02/first-vlog-and-american-idol.html' title='First Vlog and American Idol'/><author><name>-edz-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13727013204292581748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/Sc6YDnhT7NI/AAAAAAAAARo/Ral_TWF-_s8/S220/baby_angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/R71DvhWylkI/AAAAAAAAAFE/g4lbNvSDVYg/s72-c/r.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111634058246554333.post-1355177032602364145</id><published>2008-02-08T02:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:59:43.539-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jokes'/><title type='text'>Pick Up Lines 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here are some lines that.. Well, you decide if they work or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;-----Scene 1-----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/R6wvMSps6ZI/AAAAAAAAAE8/rGSULuQPqbk/s1600-h/f.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164554760898800018" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="278" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/R6wvMSps6ZI/AAAAAAAAAE8/rGSULuQPqbk/s320/f.gif" width="269" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guy1: &lt;/strong&gt;Uy, email mo naman ako. Kailan tayo papakasal? (&lt;em&gt;Ei, email me. When are we getting married?&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: &lt;/strong&gt;Anong pakasal ka jan. Tseh! Add mo nalang pala ako sa friendster. Nakita ko dun mga anak mo. (&lt;em&gt;What marriage are you talking about. Ei, accept my friend request on friendster. I saw your children there.&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guy1:&lt;/strong&gt; Ha?!? Nakita mo friendster ko? (&lt;em&gt;What?!? You saw my friendster?&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Oo nga. Nakita ko pa nga dun yung mga anak mo. (&lt;em&gt;Yeah. That's where I saw your kids.&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guy1:&lt;/strong&gt; Walangya. Talaga?!?! (&lt;em&gt;****** For real?!?!&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;-----Scene 2-----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guy1:&lt;/strong&gt; Ang ganda mo pala. Bat di ka nag-artista? (&lt;em&gt;You know what, you're beautiful. Why didn't you try to be an actress?&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Tseh! Tigilan mo nga ako. Sumbong kita sa asawa mo eh. (&lt;em&gt;Will you just cut it out or else I'll tell your wife.&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guy1:&lt;/strong&gt; Hindi kasi hihiwalayan ko na asawa ko. Pakakasalan kita. (&lt;em&gt;No, 'cause I'll divorce my wife. I want to marry you.&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Ewan ko sayo. Tigilan mo nga ako. (&lt;em&gt;I don't know with you. Will you just cut it out.&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guy1: &lt;/strong&gt;Uhmmp. Bakit nakalagay sa friendster mo married ka na? (&lt;em&gt;Why does your friendster say you're already married?&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: &lt;/strong&gt;Eh gusto ko nga lang eh. Pauso. (&lt;em&gt;'Cause I just want to. Just setting a trend&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guy1:&lt;/strong&gt; Ang ganda mo talaga. Iniisip nga kita kagabi eh. (&lt;em&gt;You really are beautiful. In fact, I was thinking of you last night.&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: &lt;/strong&gt;Hoy. Kilabutan ka nga sa sinasabi mo. Sumbong kita sa asawa mo eh. (&lt;em&gt;Ei. Do you even hear what your saying. I would really tell your wife.&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guy1:&lt;/strong&gt; Hindi kasi gusto na ng mga anak ko ng bagong mommy. Yung maganda raw. (&lt;em&gt;No, 'cause my children wants a new mommy. They want someone beautiful.&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: &lt;/strong&gt;Ewan ko sayo. Sira ka talaga. (&lt;em&gt;I don't know with you. You really are crazy.&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guy1: &lt;/strong&gt;Nasisiraan kasi nababaliw ako sayo eh. Ang ganda mo kasi. (&lt;em&gt;I really am losing my mind. I'm going crazy over you 'cause you're beautiful.&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lesson 101:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Okay guys. The next time you attempt to flirt with a girl (lady, woman, whatever!) try to make sure you got no attachments. Because as they say no secrets can be concealed forever. Someway somehow we will know the skeletons in your closets. Remember, we're women. We got great instincts. In short: &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Always be honest! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I'm not sure if you'll approve of how I translated the conversations. That's the best I can give you right now. If there are any errors I'll edit them soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reader:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Do you have a similar story? Why don't you share your experience by posting it under "comments." See yah! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111634058246554333-1355177032602364145?l=edzjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1355177032602364145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111634058246554333&amp;postID=1355177032602364145' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/1355177032602364145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/1355177032602364145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/2008/02/pick-up-lines-1.html' title='Pick Up Lines 1'/><author><name>-edz-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13727013204292581748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/Sc6YDnhT7NI/AAAAAAAAARo/Ral_TWF-_s8/S220/baby_angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/R6wvMSps6ZI/AAAAAAAAAE8/rGSULuQPqbk/s72-c/f.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111634058246554333.post-8552743144434081969</id><published>2008-02-06T00:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:59:43.596-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='networking'/><title type='text'>Why I FacebookED?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Okay. The truth is I am so tired of all these social networking sites that just pop out of nowhere. Then friends would keep emailing you to sign up and add them on these particular sites. I mean, what can I get from those?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;First, there was friendster. Everyone got so overwhelmed about it. Then there was this and that. And something new came up. Then something else. AAhhhrggg! Sign up here and there. Password here and email there. It's just the same things over and over again. You connect with your friends and meet strangers online. That's basically the purpose of it. Well, aside from others who plan on sending crazy death threats to other users and for online predators that just don't have anything better to do with their time on the internet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I admit, I used to sign up for these networking sites. I had friendster, tagged, Hi5, myspace, multiply, and something else. Actually 2 or 3 more something else. Then I got tired of them. You can tell because there's so many of them I can no longer remember which ones I signed up for. They all have similar features while at the same time one site may have a special feature that others don't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/R6l4nCps6YI/AAAAAAAAAE0/yo8Wcw2sAJE/s1600-h/facebook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163791059878996354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="188" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/R6l4nCps6YI/AAAAAAAAAE0/yo8Wcw2sAJE/s320/facebook.jpg" width="283" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Well, we all know among all the social networking sites out there MySpace is definitely the biggest. But other than MySpace, there is another networking site that is rapidly growing on the internet nowadays. Why? I have no idea. But you guessed it right! It's Facebook!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Now, as much as I am already annoyed with all these networking sites, I was left with no choice but to sign up and open an account for myself. How can I not when all my classmates here in the U.S. use it to communicate and update each other daily. Okay, so I thought of giving it a try since a present classmate tagged it "the new millenium of networking sites". (Mark, see I took your word and openned an account. This better be worth my time.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So now, here I am again, victimized by the Internet Age and this generation of networking sites. Whatever might happen to my accout in the future, well be it. (Just so you know my MySpace got hacked in the past. I just don't know if that change of password helped. But there is still that annoying cloud on my profile page that when clicked a undesirable - well undesirable for me - website would just pop up. But here I am already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;If you want to add me as your &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;F&lt;strong&gt;acebook&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;friend just leave me a comment here and I'll take the necessary steps. But take note, I will be updating my Friendster more often than any of my other networking accounts. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Networking! &lt;/strong&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/9111634058246554333-8552743144434081969?l=edzjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8552743144434081969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111634058246554333&amp;postID=8552743144434081969' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/8552743144434081969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/8552743144434081969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/2008/02/why-i-facebooked.html' title='Why I FacebookED?'/><author><name>-edz-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13727013204292581748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/Sc6YDnhT7NI/AAAAAAAAARo/Ral_TWF-_s8/S220/baby_angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/R6l4nCps6YI/AAAAAAAAAE0/yo8Wcw2sAJE/s72-c/facebook.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111634058246554333.post-7899334343595627436</id><published>2008-01-25T00:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:59:43.732-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='important people'/><title type='text'>Heath Ledger</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The other day, as soon as I learned about Heath Ledger's death, I immediately wrote an entry about him and his tragic death. Unfortunately, something happened and that entry got deleted. And since Blogger.com has an autosave feature, I permanently lost the entry. Thanks Blogger.com my entry is now lost in the realm of the internet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As much as I would like to rewrite everything, I'm the type of person that can never do that. Once I write something, I can only write it once, if not improve it. So what I'm going to do is just write a little of what I remember from my prior entry. I did not want to write nothing about Heath Ledger's death. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Friends, family, and fans all over the world grieve over such a loss. Heath was not only a great talent but a great person as well. People who knew him say nothing but wonderful words about him. His father, Kim Ledger, said this on an interview upon hearing his son's death, "Heath has touched so many people on so many different levels during his short life, but few had the pleasure to truly know him. He was a down-to-earth, generous, kind-hearted, life-loving and unselfish individual who was an extreme inspiration to many." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/R6APtips6WI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ebjf-gyW8M0/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161142448036833634" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/R6APtips6WI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ebjf-gyW8M0/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;At 28, he had such a bright future ahead of him. He could still have more wonderful years with his 2 year old daughter, Matilda. But I guess, like some say, God needed more angels in heaven. I'm not saying that God made this happen okay. God would never want such a tragic loss. Unfortunately, it happened. Indeed, it was a great life cut short. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Heath: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We will definitely miss seeing you on the silver screen. But your works will surely remain in our hearts and the way you lived your life will always be an example to us. We will forever be your fans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111634058246554333-7899334343595627436?l=edzjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7899334343595627436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111634058246554333&amp;postID=7899334343595627436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/7899334343595627436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/7899334343595627436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/2008/01/heath-ledger.html' title='Heath Ledger'/><author><name>-edz-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13727013204292581748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/Sc6YDnhT7NI/AAAAAAAAARo/Ral_TWF-_s8/S220/baby_angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/R6APtips6WI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ebjf-gyW8M0/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111634058246554333.post-1612061085748770744</id><published>2008-01-21T22:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:59:43.807-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Martin Luther King'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='important people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Martin Luther King, Jr</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay today my siblings did not wake up early for school. Why? Well, the title says it all. Today is Martin Luther King Day. For some people that is synonymous to holiday and 3 day weekend! To students and employees who need not wake up early today for school and work good for you then. That does not include me though. Unfortunately, I still had work today. But come to think of it the freeway was more, lets say, "free" today and there were less traffic on side streets and highways. I guess that includes less vehicular accidents as well. Oh that is good news! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, other than roadtrips, vacations, and additional hours of sleep, today marks an important day not only to Americans but to all people in the world. Today serves as an observation of Martin Luther King's birth. Now, who is he? What did he do? Why is he famous? Why do we observe this day for him? Well, other than the facts that he made this day a holiday possible and a lot of roads and places were named after him there's more to his name. Let me share with you some quick facts about Martin Luther King, Jr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(source: Encarta.msn.com &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://encarta.msn.com/media_461577133_761557424_-1_1/Martin_Luther_King_Jr_Quick_Facts.html"&gt;http://encarta.msn.com/media_461577133_761557424_-1_1/Martin_Luther_King_Jr_Quick_Facts.html&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Birth       &lt;em&gt;January 15, 1929&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Death     &lt;em&gt;April 4, 1968&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Place of Birth      &lt;em&gt;Atlanta, Georgia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Known for           &lt;em&gt;Leading the civil rights movement in the United States&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;                             Advocating nonviolent protest against segregation and racial discrimination&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Milestones&lt;br /&gt;     1954      &lt;em&gt;Selected as pastor of the Dexter Avenue Baptist Church in Montgomery, Alabama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;     1955      &lt;em&gt;Received his Ph.D. in systematic theology from Boston University&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;     1955-1956      &lt;em&gt;Led a successful effort to desegregate Montgomery, Alabama, buses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;     1957      &lt;em&gt;Helped found and served as the first president of the Southern Christian Leadership Conference (SCLC)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;     1958     &lt;em&gt;Published Stride Toward Freedom: The Montgomery Story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;     1963     &lt;em&gt;Wrote 'Letter from Birmingham Jail,' arguing that it was his moral responsibility to disobey unjust laws&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;     1963     &lt;em&gt;Delivered his 'I Have a Dream' speech to civil rights marchers at the Lincoln Memorial in Washington, D.C. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     1964     &lt;em&gt;Won the Nobel Peace Prize&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;     1965     &lt;em&gt;Organized a mass march from Selma to Montgomery, Alabama, that created national support for federal voting-rights legislation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;     1968     &lt;em&gt;Was assassinated at the Lorraine Motel in Memphis, Tennessee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/R5WTS_V93XI/AAAAAAAAAEc/1uLjqCskMtg/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158190902673268082" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/R5WTS_V93XI/AAAAAAAAAEc/1uLjqCskMtg/s320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;'I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; August, 1963, in a speech to civil rights supporters at the March on Washington.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did You Know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;King's nonviolent doctrine was strongly influenced by the teachings of Indian leader Mohandas Gandhi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In 1964, King became the first black American to be honored as Time magazine's Man of the Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;King's efforts were not limited to securing civil rights; he also spoke out against poverty and the Vietnam War. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay, that was it. These are just some quick facts about who Martin Luther King, Jr is. He is someone definitely worth looking up to. If it wasn't for him and other civil rights activist, then maybe Americans may not have the kind of freedom they are enjoying right now. Well, come to think of it, not only Americans but people of other races and ethnicities as well. So next time before we drive off for a 3 day holiday on Martin King Luther Day lets give a minute to thank him and other civil rights activist for fighting for our freedom. To Martin Luther King, Jr, Happy Birth Anniversary and thank you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111634058246554333-1612061085748770744?l=edzjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1612061085748770744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111634058246554333&amp;postID=1612061085748770744' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/1612061085748770744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/1612061085748770744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/2008/01/martin-luther-king-jr.html' title='Martin Luther King, Jr'/><author><name>-edz-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13727013204292581748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/Sc6YDnhT7NI/AAAAAAAAARo/Ral_TWF-_s8/S220/baby_angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/R5WTS_V93XI/AAAAAAAAAEc/1uLjqCskMtg/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111634058246554333.post-8723812092726747759</id><published>2008-01-19T23:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:59:44.141-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>A Blogger's Nightmare</title><content type='html'>You, blogger, what is your nightmare? &lt;a href="http://www.bfi.org.uk/features/lehmann/images/nightmare.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 305px; CURSOR: hand" height="224" alt="" src="http://www.bfi.org.uk/features/lehmann/images/nightmare.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I experienced one last night that's for sure. What happened in my dream? Well, it wasn't a dream actually. It was more of a case of "Edz's Clumsiness Syndrome". Okay, another case of "Edz's Clumsiness Syndrome". What did I do this time? Well, I was just surfing the internet for some cool layouts for my blog. I wanted to change my current default template with something that describes me better and since it was already past midnight I was rushing things. Before starting everything I made a back up by saving the old template then pasted the code for the new one. After saving and clicking on yes buttons on every alert messages I thought I was ready for a change. After refreshing the page, I realized I was no longer ready for change. Right in front of me was a page with the design I wanted, however, the right side was already empty. My poll survey was not there anymore, my chatbox, my links, my ads, and my videos. All that was left were my posts, archive, and my profile icon. What was I going to do? I tried to undo everything by copying back the hmtl code from my old template then save. I thought that was just the case and I saw a new sign of hope. I thought I had everything back to normal. But instead of seeing my entire old blog, what I saved &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/R5WAFvV93VI/AAAAAAAAAEM/0efhPy9NhXo/s1600-h/crazy%2Bdude%2Bz.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158169784319073618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 183px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px" height="226" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/R5WAFvV93VI/AAAAAAAAAEM/0efhPy9NhXo/s320/crazy%2Bdude%2Bz.png" width="190" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;back other than the default layout were only the posts, archive, and profile icon. Nothing else! I tried to undo everything I did but an almost empty blog was what kept on coming out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was left with no chose but to do everything one by one. I had to add back all the elements of my page one by one. Whew! And that was already past my bedtime. (yeah, bedtime.) Okay, see that picture on the left? That was how I looked like. (laugh) So anyway, that was my nightmare! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;To my links:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/R5WE3vV93WI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Ao7bqkVXbxc/s1600-h/2.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158175041359043938" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/R5WE3vV93WI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Ao7bqkVXbxc/s320/2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pardon if you had to ask me again to add you to my links. I was probably too sleepy to remember to add you back. If ever you can't find your url on my links list please feel free to leave me a message or holler at me and I'll add your link back. Don't think I don't want you on my list 'cause I really do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, that was my story of another case of "Edz's Clumsiness Syndrome". When will it strike again? I don't know. But for now, I might set aside the thought of editing my blog's face if I don't want to got through the anguish again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now, I can sleep soundly. &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/9111634058246554333-8723812092726747759?l=edzjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8723812092726747759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111634058246554333&amp;postID=8723812092726747759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/8723812092726747759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/8723812092726747759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/2008/01/bloggers-nightmare.html' title='A Blogger&apos;s Nightmare'/><author><name>-edz-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13727013204292581748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/Sc6YDnhT7NI/AAAAAAAAARo/Ral_TWF-_s8/S220/baby_angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/R5WAFvV93VI/AAAAAAAAAEM/0efhPy9NhXo/s72-c/crazy%2Bdude%2Bz.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111634058246554333.post-7492717052093249971</id><published>2008-01-17T22:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:59:44.336-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Got to Believe in 27 Dresses</title><content type='html'>Okay! Save tomorrow's date!!! And why?! Because tomorrow is the official release of the movie "27 Dresses" starring Katherine Heigl, from everyone's favorite "Grey's Anatomy," and James Marsden, from the hit movie "Enchanted". &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/R5BaifV93UI/AAAAAAAAAEE/sZe0G9nkVfA/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156721121914903874" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/R5BaifV93UI/AAAAAAAAAEE/sZe0G9nkVfA/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now let me give you a brief idea about this movie. Katherine Heigl plays the role of Jane who is a happy single who has been a bridesmaid to already 27 weddings. Well, she was not only the bridesmaid but she helped organized the weddings as well. Now this 27 is about to become 28 as her younger sister suddenly becomes engaged to her boss whom she is secretly deeply in love with. Now will she hold true the statement "Always the bridesmaid, never the bride?" Well that's for the rest of us to find out tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To watch the movie trailer just click on the link: &lt;a href="http://www.27dressesthemovie.com/"&gt;http://www.27dressesthemovie.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But wait. "27 Dresses" actually reminds me of a Filipino movie entitled "Got to Believe". They have basically the same concept. I just love ""Got to Believe". Everything in it was so perfect. The script, the music, the setting, the actors, and just about all of it. The movie was starred by Claudine Barretto and the late Rico Yan who were also real life partners at that time. Toni (Claudine) was a fantastic wedding planner who was always a bridesmaid at her friends' weddings. Lorenz (Rico), on the other hand, was a talented photographer who was always hired to cover weddings. Toni always believed in happy endings and dreamt of someday finding her "Prince in shining armor". While Lorenz fears marriage and commitments and enjoys his bachelorhood. Both, who were former college schoolmates and nemesis, always had their paths crossed because of their professions. In their dreams of being successful in each of their fields they were forced to work with each other. And in the process they fell in love with each other as they fought their fears and learn the magic that love brings. In their partnership Toni found her perfect wedding and Lorenz discovered the perfect picture. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh by the way, let me just clarify some things. Prior to this post was an entry about baby names and this one is about love and marriage. That does not mean I want to get married and have a baby any time soon. No no no way!!! Marriage has not even crossed my mind and probably not in the next 10 years. But anyway, save tomorrow's date and enjoy the movie with whoever it is you are going with. Have fun! &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/9111634058246554333-7492717052093249971?l=edzjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7492717052093249971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111634058246554333&amp;postID=7492717052093249971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/7492717052093249971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/7492717052093249971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/2008/01/got-to-believe-in-27-dresses.html' title='Got to Believe in 27 Dresses'/><author><name>-edz-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13727013204292581748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/Sc6YDnhT7NI/AAAAAAAAARo/Ral_TWF-_s8/S220/baby_angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/R5BaifV93UI/AAAAAAAAAEE/sZe0G9nkVfA/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111634058246554333.post-5669454019545729610</id><published>2008-01-13T23:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T23:50:26.247-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby names'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='expecting parents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='father'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mother'/><title type='text'>Baby Names for 2007</title><content type='html'>I was checking my blog for any unpublished posts and here is one of them.&lt;br /&gt;This list is helpful for expecting parents! *smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The top baby names for 2007: (now as to where I got this list? sorry I forgot where. but I assure you it's from a reliable and known source. If my memory serves me well its msn.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Top 10 Girl Names&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sophia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Isabella &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Emma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Madison &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ava &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Addison &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hailey &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Emily &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kaitlyn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Olivia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Top 10 Boy Names&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Aiden &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ethan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jacob &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jayden &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Caleb &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Noah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jackson &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jack &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Logan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Matthew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Okay, there you have it. The top 10 boy and girl names for 2007. Of course some of these names made it to the list because of famous TV shows or &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;characters.&lt;/span&gt; An example of which is the name "Addison" which we always hear from the hit TV series "Grey's Anatomy." Remember, Dr. Addison Montgomery? The ex-wife of Dr.Sheperd, played by Kate Walsh who now transferred to a similar TV series called "Private Practice." And of course like I said the others came from famous celebrities.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Did your name make it on the list? Well, I know mine did not. And I'm sure not even close. My name is a combination of both my parents' names. So I don't get to meet a lot of people who have the same name as mine (well, come to think of it, I don't really know one *laugh*). Well, at least my nephew's name made it - Ethan. I really love his name.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;If your name made it on the list, let us hear about it. You can even share the story behind your name. To do it, just leave a comment on this post. I'm sure everyone would love to hear your side of the story. *smile*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111634058246554333-5669454019545729610?l=edzjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5669454019545729610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111634058246554333&amp;postID=5669454019545729610' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/5669454019545729610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/5669454019545729610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/2008/01/baby-names-for-2007.html' title='Baby Names for 2007'/><author><name>-edz-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13727013204292581748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/Sc6YDnhT7NI/AAAAAAAAARo/Ral_TWF-_s8/S220/baby_angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111634058246554333.post-5804458923706161697</id><published>2008-01-12T23:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T20:43:56.757-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Driving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DMV'/><title type='text'>Game Show</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've always loved watching game shows on television. Other than answering the questions by myself I feel like I'm learning while being entertained. Well, this afternoon I felt like I was participating in one. (Yeah, felt. Meaning I was never really in one.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Everything happened in the DMV. For those who do not know what that means it stands for Department of Motor and Vehicles. I was there to take the driver's license knowledge test. I was 50 percent anxious at that time. Why? Well, I did not really prepare for the test. I skimmed through the Nevada Driver's Handbook and that was it. I did not know what else to study and how else to prepare myself. I totally had no idea what was coming out of the test. You think that's impossible huh? Well, who would I ask when I do not know anyone close here in Las Vegas. All my close friends and relatives are in California and they cannot really help me. Every state here in the U.S. have their own separate rules and laws (although they may have similar rules and regulations but still not 100 percent the same). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now you might wonder what drove me to take the test unprepared. Well, I recently celebrated my birthday so I had the feeling that this is my month! I have this crazy idea that I have all the luck in the world right now and I should do everything I want while it is still on my side. Well, anyway let me tell you what happened. As soon as I got to the office I rushed to the information line and was told to wait outside the testing room. I tried to get the word "nervous" off my mind, however, how can I when all the people in the line were holding their handbooks and reviewing. I had nothing in my hands other than my application form and some documents for proof of identity. Since it was a saturday the line was too long and I was left with nothing to do but pray the rosary in my mind. Yes, pray. Though I felt I had all the luck, I know I desperately needed some Divine intervention especially since I was not totally prepared. And after the long wait it was my time to enter "the room" and test. I was given the computer number seven (talk about lucky seven huh?). As I proceeded it was there that I felt I entered the game show studio. All the lights were directed at me and my answers determined my fate. And what was at stake? Money? Well, how I wish but no. It was my reputation! Everyone expected I would only take the test once. It was a big deal that I pass it right away. Every question had 3 possible answers and after you click on a letter it would ask you whether you're sure of that answer. Before I would click on "Yes" I would first catch my breath as if absorbing all the luck around me. After about 2 seconds it would show "Correct" and then I felt I could breath again. Each time felt like a thorn was pulled out of my back and I was winning thousands of dollars. There were 50 questions and as I got to the 40th question the screen went all white! I thought the computer broke and I was going to collapse any second. I thought I lost all the thousands I already won! But instead the screen showed the words, "You have passed the test!" I did not need to finish it anymore since I already got through 80 percent without making any mistake. And I did feel that all the luck was on my side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After another long wait, I paid the corresponding fee and had my picture taken. They took back my old Nevada Identification card and gave me a new one. With the driving privilege! Yey! Well, the test does not really end there. Again, how I wish but no. I still have one more to pass, the dreadful actual driving test! I do not know how I'll do with the skills test. I have the feeling I will not pass it with flying colors. Now in regards to my reputation, whether I take it once or twice or thrice. Well, I don't really know. But as they say "Practice makes perfect!" And I am not the person that easily gives up! So if you ask me "Deal or No Deal?" Deal!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111634058246554333-5804458923706161697?l=edzjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5804458923706161697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111634058246554333&amp;postID=5804458923706161697' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/5804458923706161697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/5804458923706161697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/2008/01/game-show.html' title='Game Show'/><author><name>-edz-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13727013204292581748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/Sc6YDnhT7NI/AAAAAAAAARo/Ral_TWF-_s8/S220/baby_angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111634058246554333.post-1479946594783826447</id><published>2008-01-10T21:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T23:55:28.253-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Black Nazarene'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Black Nazarene and my grandfather</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday, January 9, was an important day in my home country. It was the feast day of the Black Nazarene. The Philippines is the only country that celebrates this spectacular religious event. And how do they celebrate it? Every 9th of January they place the 402 year old statue in a gilded carriage and barefooted men pull it from Saint John the Baptist Church (also known as Quiapo Church or Minor Basilica of the Black Nazarene) around the streets of Quiapo, Manila. Devotees around the country join the procession and hope to touch the statue in the belief that it would heal whatever disease they have. They also throw white handkerchiefs and towels for the men in the carriage to rub on the statue in the hopes that doing so would transfer some of its' miracles or healing powers to the clothes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was reported this year by Manila Police Department District Director Senior Supt. Roberto Rosales that the crowd swelled to about 2.2 to 2.6 million. The 4.7 km-route ended at about 9:45 in the evening after starting in mid-afternoon. Unfortunately, due to the high volume of the crowd about 50 devotees were injured and 2 other died.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 360px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="385" alt="" src="http://www.bobreyes.com/myblog/wp-content/uploads/2007/01/blacknazarene.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, that was basically what happened to the procession this year. But I'm not going to end this post here for I would want to share a family story I recently heard from my dad. He told me that my grandfather was a Black Nazarene devotee! There was a time in the past that my uncle (my grandfather's eldest son) got really sick and my grandfather petitioned his recovery to the Black Nazarene. And guess what? My uncle recovered from his illness. Afterwards my grandfather donated a statue of Quiapo's patron saint to our hometown, Surigao City. He contributed one that was the exact same size as the one in Quiapo Church. Yes, that news shocked me! I remember as a little girl I used to gaze at that huge statue and wonder why it was black. I would even imitate other people and touch it then make the sign of the cross. All the while it was donated to the cathedral by my own grandfather. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've heard all sorts of great stories about my grandfather and hearing another one only makes me more proud of him especially since I never met him. He died few years before I was born. Well actually, few years before my parents even met. Sadly, I only saw 2 pictures of him which don't really help in painting him in my mind. But anyway that was my family story; the Black Nazarene and my late grandfather. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After my dad told me about my grandfather's deed I asked him, "Wow Dad my grandfather really did contribute a lot of great things to our city. How about you? What are you going to contribute to our hometown?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And my dad replied, "Me? I'm going to donate a Casino!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111634058246554333-1479946594783826447?l=edzjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1479946594783826447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111634058246554333&amp;postID=1479946594783826447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/1479946594783826447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/1479946594783826447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/2008/01/black-nazarene-and-my-grandfather.html' title='Black Nazarene and my grandfather'/><author><name>-edz-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13727013204292581748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/Sc6YDnhT7NI/AAAAAAAAARo/Ral_TWF-_s8/S220/baby_angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111634058246554333.post-5081989588744461174</id><published>2008-01-08T22:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T23:44:18.037-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tests'/><title type='text'>Blogthings Tests</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I took the following tests a few months ago so probably my results would differ by now but anyways, here are the results.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Scholastic Strength Is Evaluating&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatshouldyoumajorinquiz/evaluating.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are great at looking at many details and putting them all together.&lt;br /&gt;You are talented at detecting subtle trends, accuracy, and managing change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should major in:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Statistics&lt;br /&gt;Speech&lt;br /&gt;Conflict studies&lt;br /&gt;Communication&lt;br /&gt;Finance&lt;br /&gt;Medicine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatshouldyoumajorinquiz/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;What Should You Major In?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Okay, for the next test I have two results. I had to take it twice 'cause there were questions where two answers fit me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Dominant Intelligence is Musical Intelligence&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofintelligencedoyouhavequiz/musical.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Every part of your life has a beat, and you're often tapping your fingers or toes.&lt;br /&gt;You enjoy sounds of all types, but you also find sound can distract you at the wrong time.&lt;br /&gt;You are probably a gifted musician of some sort - even if you haven't realized it.&lt;br /&gt;Also a music lover, you tend to appreciate artists of all kinds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would make a great musician, disc jockey, singer, or composer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Dominant Intelligence is Interpersonal Intelligence&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofintelligencedoyouhavequiz/interpersonal.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You shine in your ability to realate to and understand others.&lt;br /&gt;Good at seeing others' points of view, you get how people think and feel.&lt;br /&gt;You have an uncanny ability to sense true feelings, intentions, and motivations.&lt;br /&gt;A natural born leader, you are great at teaching and mediating conflict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would make a good counselor, salesperson, politician, or business person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofintelligencedoyouhavequiz/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;What Kind of Intelligence Do You Have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111634058246554333-5081989588744461174?l=edzjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5081989588744461174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111634058246554333&amp;postID=5081989588744461174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/5081989588744461174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/5081989588744461174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/2008/01/blogthings-tests.html' title='Blogthings Tests'/><author><name>-edz-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13727013204292581748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/Sc6YDnhT7NI/AAAAAAAAARo/Ral_TWF-_s8/S220/baby_angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111634058246554333.post-1301154591093583241</id><published>2007-10-31T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T22:02:14.726-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='candies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trick or treat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chocolates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(a past due post that i finally uploaded)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;wow. today's October 31! not that I'm all excited or what, 'cause I'm not. In fact, I even feel anxious since I have a paper due this weekend. And again, I'm cramming. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyway, today's not one of those ordinary days here in the U.S. Why? Okay, obviously it's Halloween! And that means wearing costumes, pretending to be the character your playing, and - the most awaited part - Trick or Treating! Chocolates and candies! Of course I'm not speaking for myself here, okay? I'm speaking for my younger siblings who are all excited for their costumes. My youngest brother will be wearing a ninja costume with some other props. My other brother will be transforming his own karate uniform to look like a Jedi - of course he has his props too. And my little sister will be more like a fairy or princess. She will be wearing a gown, a wonderful butterfly mask, and will be bringing a pink butterfly wand. Well, before I reveal my own Halloween get up, notice how all my siblings planned on wearing something nice and "not scary" for this year's Trick or Treat? A ninja does not look horrifying at all nor does a Jedi and certainly not a fairy slash princess (I kinda refrain from identifying her costume as that of a fairy since she does not have wings.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm gonna let you in on a little secret here. A few months ago, I turned to the other side. (scary laugh) Last year's Halloween, I chose to dressed up as a karate girl (my dream!!!). And this year, I planned on stretching my limits and finally have the courage to show my other side. I will be dressing up as a witch!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weirdspace.dk/Disney/Graphics/Witch%20Hazel.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" height="289" alt="" src="http://www.weirdspace.dk/Disney/Graphics/Witch%20Hazel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, a dream come true! I'm a witch! Just kidding. Well, I'm not really kidding since I'm planning on dressing up as a witch. Oh by the way, don't tell I'm too old for Halloween and Trick or Treating 'cause believe me I would desperately want to just stay at home from work and finish up all my requirements for school (not to mention catch up on a lot of reading and research). Unfortunately, I have to go with my siblings and watch over them (well, collect some chocolates and candies for myself too. *laugh*). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Halloween is for everyone. That includes you and me, okay? All the children, the parents, the young, and the young at hearts. Halloween doesn't have any age requirements nor limits. Just enjoy! And remember why we celebrate it. Anyway, I may not finish this post since I have to prepare myself for Trick or Treating. Ciao!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Oh by the way, don't party too much, don't drink and drink, and don't throw tomatoes at your neighbors just because they ran out of goodies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111634058246554333-1301154591093583241?l=edzjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1301154591093583241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111634058246554333&amp;postID=1301154591093583241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/1301154591093583241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/1301154591093583241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/2007/10/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>-edz-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13727013204292581748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/Sc6YDnhT7NI/AAAAAAAAARo/Ral_TWF-_s8/S220/baby_angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111634058246554333.post-7703580686801701189</id><published>2007-10-26T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T14:13:18.526-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='earth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Global Warming</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;Okay okay. This post is not a lecture about "The Issue", okay? I'm not going to write about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;I would just like to share my observation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;The other night, I was searching on the internet where I could watch for free the documentary "The 11th Hour." I needed to watch it to have a headstart for my next English class paper. Anyway, I know several sites that host movies and videos even before the certified dvd's are officially out. So I searched those sites, used several keywords and, unfortunately, failed. I could not find the movie anywhere. For whatever reason, I don't really know. However, I came up with an assumption. Could it be that people care less about this growing issue of global warming? I refuse to believe it though but what else can I think of when movies and shows from almost all countries (from GP to R and even X rated) could be found in those sites other than this one? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;Well, I may be wrong with my assumption. I hope I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;I would still want to believe that people in this world care about the issue of global warming and would want to help stop it. This earth is the only home that we humans have. She chose to help us survive these years of existence and probably it is time that we help her too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111634058246554333-7703580686801701189?l=edzjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7703580686801701189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111634058246554333&amp;postID=7703580686801701189' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/7703580686801701189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/7703580686801701189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/2007/10/global-warming.html' title='Global Warming'/><author><name>-edz-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13727013204292581748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/Sc6YDnhT7NI/AAAAAAAAARo/Ral_TWF-_s8/S220/baby_angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111634058246554333.post-3739115733205323245</id><published>2007-10-18T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T22:15:15.728-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Random Thoughts 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;wow! i made it through. after a week (or more) of sleepless nights because of midterm exams and papers, i can finally say it's over! i can now give some time to myself and to evaluate some things in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111634058246554333-3739115733205323245?l=edzjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/3739115733205323245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111634058246554333&amp;postID=3739115733205323245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/3739115733205323245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/3739115733205323245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/2007/10/random-thoughts-1.html' title='Random Thoughts 1'/><author><name>-edz-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13727013204292581748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/Sc6YDnhT7NI/AAAAAAAAARo/Ral_TWF-_s8/S220/baby_angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111634058246554333.post-2260422537866034496</id><published>2007-10-09T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T01:04:53.690-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>My Regret</title><content type='html'>by Banky W.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pd5CcFxBSJg" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This video may not be the best video out there but the message of the song is great. Hope others may take a lesson from it. (others huh? *&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;* )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;If you really love someone, don't take them for granted. Don't wait for them to disappear from your lives. Don't wait for that time of regrets when you can't have them back anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Cherish each moment with the people who matter to you; be it your parents, siblings, friends or lovers, for a chance only comes once. Not everything gets to have a second chance nor can something that happened be undone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111634058246554333-2260422537866034496?l=edzjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2260422537866034496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111634058246554333&amp;postID=2260422537866034496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/2260422537866034496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/2260422537866034496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-regret.html' title='My Regret'/><author><name>-edz-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13727013204292581748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/Sc6YDnhT7NI/AAAAAAAAARo/Ral_TWF-_s8/S220/baby_angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111634058246554333.post-795924577616909111</id><published>2007-10-05T01:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T01:32:42.527-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://kando.bol.ucla.edu/CIS51/images/bigbrokenheart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px" height="237" alt="" src="http://kando.bol.ucla.edu/CIS51/images/bigbrokenheart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I find myself again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Listening to sad love songs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I guess I'm missing you badly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For they remind me of only you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish I could hold your hand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As I sing their melodies in my heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I guess I can only do that in my dreams&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause I cannot hold you anymore like we used to&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now I know it is true&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that change is the only constant thing in this world&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Since your love for me has gone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I could only stop it from happening&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I just can't&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The only thing I can do now is to tell this love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to accept the fact that I may never have you back&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every night I try to tame this heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to stop the tears from falling hard&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I tell myself I'll be just fine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but each time I try, our memories fill my mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Till now they bring me smiles&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But is it right that I live on the past?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And ignore the echoing truth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That you've found a future without me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now I know it is true&lt;br /&gt;that change is the only constant thing in this world&lt;br /&gt;Since your love for me has gone&lt;br /&gt;If I could only stop it from happening&lt;br /&gt;But I just can't&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I can do now is to tell my heart&lt;br /&gt;to accept the fact that I may never have you back&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Til now, I still hide from the sun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoping that when I open my doors again,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it may change its' mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That it'll guide you back to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and together we can finally be happy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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title='Change'/><author><name>-edz-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13727013204292581748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/Sc6YDnhT7NI/AAAAAAAAARo/Ral_TWF-_s8/S220/baby_angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111634058246554333.post-5942272381247062833</id><published>2007-10-03T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T12:14:16.704-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Lost and Found</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Okay here I am again misusing my time. I got 28 minutes left before for my next class and, instead of studying, I searched for a computer lab to use a computer since all those in the library were taken already. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Now, what am I gonna write about? Nope, I'm not going to start writing my English paper on why the U.S. should withdraw from Iraq now nor my 10-page midterm paper for my Political Science class. Yes, that's right I haven't started writing both papers which are due next week on the same day with the exams. How am I gonna finish them ontime? Well, I don't know. *smile*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Well, as my hint says I was in the library earlier. I was in the same floor where I used to go everyday. And the floor where I lost my wallet - or should I say left my wallet. Yup! Last saturday I was there the whole afternoon "studying" while waiting for my next class. I had brought so many stuff that my back and shoulders were hurting already. So each time I go to the restroom I leave the rest of my stuff behind and just bring with me my cellphones and wallet. Unfortunately, when I was about to leave the building, I left my wallet in the restroom! It didn't occur to me to check my stuff since I was so caught up with reviewing for the test (talk about cramming queen). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;(Okey. This is part two. I didn't get to finish the post 'cause I went to class already. I continued writing this a day after.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Yeah. Out of stupidity and clumsiness I left my wallet in the restroom!! The next day, after mass, we went to Barnes and Nobles 'cause my sister wanted to buy a book. I presented to pay for it but when I searched my purse my wallet wasn't there. So I was trying to be positive and thought that I might have just left it at home. After we got home, I right away searched for it and in a way panicked when I couldn't find it. I told my family I probably lost it and my sister helped me out. No one helped me but her. What's funny was I shouted "Help me! (&lt;em&gt;tabangi ko ninyo)" &lt;/em&gt;On why I said it was funny - I'll explain it in awhile. Anyway, I recalled the last time I saw it was when I was still in the library. I rushed to my room and got hold of the planner the university provided us and searched for the library's contact number. I was connected to the Security Office and got it confirmed - my wallet was there. I headed back downstairs and told my family I knew where I left it. I wanted to go back to school right then to get it but my dad insisted that we eat late lunch first. My mom was being her pessimistic self again and told my dad to drive me over there 'cause who knows it's probably just my wallet that's left and all the other stuff were taken. So we drove all the way back to the university which was.. don't ask me anymore how long. When I got there, I rushed to the library's security office, they looked at my wallet and checked for my ID card to confirm it's mine. They told me I was lucky since nothing was taken and the person who found it returned it. And when I personally checked my wallet, indeed, everything were there. I was so stupid too to put all my stuff in my wallet - my paycheck, my ID card, ATM, University and library card. Gosh! If that person had malicious intents she/he could probably had taken all the money I spent months working and saving. And thankfully she/he didn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Well, I can't really avoid but think of negative things since few days before that my cousin-in-law's purse was stolen. She went to mass and accidentaly left her purse in the car. And when she came back her windows were smashed up and her purse taken. In just split seconds, her credit cards were used for gas and her check to pay for car repair. It was only few days after that check was deposited, that the police knew who he was but then he had already fled from San Francisco to San Diego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Well, anyway, back to me. To whoever that person is who returned my wallet, from the bottom of my heart "THANK YOU SO MUCH!" (That black wallet that was left in the girls restroom in the fourth floor of the UNLV Lied Library.) You are so kind and honest! God will surely bless you. Despite the fact that more and more people nowadays, because of poverty, do so many crazy stuff you remain a true servant of God. (Yes, there is widespread poverty here in the U.S. and life is also hard here.) I know I may never get to know and thank you in person but I hope you do know that you did save my life for returning that single wallet. I hope and pray that more people will be just like you. You're one of those that give the rest of the world hope that there is still kindness in this world that is worth fighting for. Thank you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;And to my cousin and his family, don't worry. Time will come that person will be captured and he will serve the punishment for his crime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, later that day my Uncle told me that he got shocked. Why? Not 'cause I left my wallet. But because it was the very very first time that he heard me say "Help me." He never heard me ask help from anybody before. Because I've always depended on myself and only myself. And, of course, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;GOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111634058246554333-5942272381247062833?l=edzjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5942272381247062833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111634058246554333&amp;postID=5942272381247062833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/5942272381247062833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/5942272381247062833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/2007/10/okay-here-i-am-again-misusing-my-time.html' title='Lost and Found'/><author><name>-edz-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13727013204292581748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/Sc6YDnhT7NI/AAAAAAAAARo/Ral_TWF-_s8/S220/baby_angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111634058246554333.post-4008416635032426969</id><published>2007-10-03T00:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T01:55:08.890-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>Pag-ibig</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Bagong umaga na naman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;At eto na naman ako todo paganda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Umaasang ngayon ay mapansin mo na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Ang lihim kong pagtingin na tinatago nang matagal na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Sa pagpasok sa klase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Ikaw ang unang nakita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Puso'y bilis na kumakabog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Habang naghahanap ng tamang salita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Nakita kang sobrang masaya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Ngunit ang mga tawa'y di sa 'kin pala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Ang pag-ibig na nasa 'yong mga mata'y para sa iba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Subalit sinisigaw ng mga kinang ay pagmamahal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Dahil kagaya ko,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;ang iniibig mo'y may mahal nang iba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Sa araw-araw na ika'y kasama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Sakit ng puso mo'y aking nakikita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Gustuhin ko mang mapasaya ka'y hindi ko kaya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Pagkat gaya mo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Pag-ibig kong ito'y sa lihim ko lang maipapadarama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Kung pwede ko lang punan ang sakit na nariyan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Ngunit turing mo sakin ay kaibigan lang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Sigaw ng puso ko'y sanay pakinggan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Pag-ibig mo'y sana para sakin na lamang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Nakita kang sobrang masaya&lt;br /&gt;Ngunit ang mga tawa'y di sa 'kin pala&lt;br /&gt;Ang pag-ibig na nasa 'yong mga mata'y para sa iba&lt;br /&gt;Subalit sinisigaw ng mga kinang ay pagmamahal&lt;br /&gt;Dahil kagaya ko,&lt;br /&gt;ang iniibig mo'y may mahal nang iba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Ang mundo nga nama'y kung umikot nakakatawa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Pareho tayong nagmahal sa mga may mahal nang iba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Ilang taon na rin ang nakalipas mula nun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Pag-ibig ay pinalaya sa agos ng dagat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Akala ko noo'y puso mo'y nasa langit na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Ngayon ang tanging hiling ko nalang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;ang wagas na pag-ibig ay mahanap mo na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;********************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IM BACK!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333333;"&gt;As to why I've been gone from blogging for more than two months? I'll explain it in my next few posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333333;"&gt;Next question: Why such poem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333333;"&gt;Well, nothing. It's for no particular person or feeling. I read a former post of a friend and thought of using my past experienceS (&lt;strong&gt;note:&lt;/strong&gt; experience with the S. therefore not just one ok? *smile*)&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;to write something as a response to his/her feelings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333333;"&gt;Pardon this post. I know the poem is really bad. It's because it has been months since I last tried writing a so-called poem so I'm still kinda getting back the hang of it. I made it in just a couple of minutes so I never really got the chance to meditate more on the emotions. Well, that's the real purpose of it though. It's suppose to be light and not make others nostalgic. It's to cite how love can be like a triangle or even a square! That the world does sometimes rotate ironically. (huh?) And the title? Like I said, the poem's basically about love. How others get lucky right away for finding someone that will love them back and how others experience the "unrequited love". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333333;"&gt;It's also structured like a song. Since I'm hoping that someone will like it, fix it, and make it a song. NO! I'm just kidding. I just like to pattern it that way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333333;"&gt;I'll try to gather up my other scribbles and post them here. And, with my busy schedule, I'll also try to update my blog every now and then. For now, just bear with the poem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111634058246554333-4008416635032426969?l=edzjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4008416635032426969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111634058246554333&amp;postID=4008416635032426969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/4008416635032426969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/4008416635032426969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/2007/10/pag-ibig.html' title='Pag-ibig'/><author><name>-edz-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13727013204292581748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/Sc6YDnhT7NI/AAAAAAAAARo/Ral_TWF-_s8/S220/baby_angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111634058246554333.post-5528795634878452452</id><published>2007-07-25T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T16:56:23.475-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='past'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Mr. President</title><content type='html'>Today is the birthday of one of my most treasured friends in the Philippines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why one of my most treasured? Because. For so many reasons. He was one of my closest friends in UST when I was still there. He was one of my textmates wherein we could stay up till 4 in the morning just texting. I could share just about everything to him and since the beginning of our friendship he has never left my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I can still remember two years ago. During that class in the Botanical Garden Laboratory, we had the election of our class officers. I nominated him to be the class president. He won. And he nominated me to be the assistant treasurer. And I too won. Funny. Since then people started calling him Mr. President. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I could never forget his birthday. Other than because he is my friend, exactly two years ago it was then a holiday. President Gloria Macapagal Arroyo made her State of the Nation Address on that day. And I made the joke that since it is his birthday and he is the class president he, himself, should make a S.O.C.A. (what a term right?) - a State of the Class Address. That day he told me flattering things about myself when I should be the one doing so since he was the celebrant. Thank you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As months went on our friendship has deepen and I could notice people using me as a channel to get through to him. I guess we were that close then. Or maybe he was just afraid of me that was why he would do whatever I say.?? *laugh* (Can you picture an almost 6 feet guy afraid of a petite girl.?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Though I haven't seen him for more than a year now, he will always be one of my special friends. He has done things to me other guys have never done before and might never do. He made me feel special. And the rest is history.??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To you Mr. President. I wanna thank you for the friendship. Though things have changed since that day where I answered your question, I know deep inside your heart you're still that friend I met more than two years ago. That friend who was always there to make me smile. And who did not need to see me to know how I was feeling. You always knew when I was in my down moments. I wonder how you did that? I hope I could be like that to you now. I hope I can be there to make you smile when you're down. Sorry when I was once the source of your sadness. But thank you for accepting it. Thank you for accepting me. Always remember that I will always be your friend; Mr. President, Kuya. And today on your birthday, I'll be the one to sing you the birthday song. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday to you! Happy birthday happy birthday. Happy birthday to you!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I may have not composed a song for you like you did for me. But remember, when I sing, I sing from the heart. Happy Birthday, Lex. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-you may know him. if you read one of the postings in my very first blog.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111634058246554333-5528795634878452452?l=edzjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5528795634878452452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111634058246554333&amp;postID=5528795634878452452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/5528795634878452452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/5528795634878452452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/2007/07/happy-birthday-mr-president.html' title='Happy Birthday Mr. President'/><author><name>-edz-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13727013204292581748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/Sc6YDnhT7NI/AAAAAAAAARo/Ral_TWF-_s8/S220/baby_angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111634058246554333.post-4391363815150291723</id><published>2007-07-16T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T11:13:52.569-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Grow Old With You</title><content type='html'>by Adam Sandler&lt;br /&gt;(OST of The Wedding Singer starring Adam Sandler and Drew Barrymore)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oSrGL_LNBPk" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of those cute songs that I love the most.&lt;br /&gt;Why? For so many reasons. What? Well, for one, isn't the lyrics enough reason to love the song?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish all the men in the world are like that. That they'll know how to treat a woman the way she should be treated. That they'll love sincerely. Be true to their hearts and to the hearts of those they love. And that they'll learn that sacrifices are part of loving (that's if they really are loving).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111634058246554333-4391363815150291723?l=edzjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4391363815150291723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111634058246554333&amp;postID=4391363815150291723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/4391363815150291723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/4391363815150291723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/2007/07/grow-old-with-you.html' title='Grow Old With You'/><author><name>-edz-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13727013204292581748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/Sc6YDnhT7NI/AAAAAAAAARo/Ral_TWF-_s8/S220/baby_angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111634058246554333.post-8914487246650161159</id><published>2007-07-13T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T15:04:44.752-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jokes'/><title type='text'>English Movies You Should Never Translate in Filipino</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blackhawk Down&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Ibong Maitim sa Ibaba&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dead Man's Chest&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Dodo ng Patay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Know What You Did Last Summer&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Uyyy... Aminin!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love, Actually&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Sa Totoo Lang, Pag-ibig&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Million Dollar Baby&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;50 Milyong Pisong Sanggol (depending on the exchange rate)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Blair Witch Project&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Ang Proyekto ng Bruhang si Blair&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mary Poppins&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Si Mariang May Putok&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Snakes on a Plane&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Nag-ahasan sa Ere&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Postman Always Rings Twice&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Ang Karteri Kapag Dumutdot Laging Dalawang Beses&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sum of All Fears&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Takot Mo, Takot Ko, Takot Nating Lahat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Swordfish&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Talakitok&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pretty Woman&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Ganda Ng Lola Mo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Robin Hood, Men in Tights&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Si Robin Hood at ang mga Felix Bakat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four Weddings and a Funeral&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Kahit Apat na Beses Ka Pang Magpakasal, Mamamatay Ka Rin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Ako, Ikaw, Kayong Lahat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Adik si Harry, Tumira ng Shabu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Click&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Isang Pindot Ka Lang&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brokeback Mountain&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;May Nawasak sa Likod ng Bundok ng Tralala Bumigay sa Bundok&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Day of the Dead&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Ayaw Tumayo (ng mga Patay)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Waterworld&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Basang-basa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There's Something About Mary&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Mga Kwan sa Ano ni Maria&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Employee of the Month&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;And Sipsip&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Resident Evil&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Ang Biyenan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kill Bill&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Kilitiin sa Bilbil&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Grudge&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Lintik Lang ang Walang Ganti&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nightmare Before Christmas&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Binangungot sa Noche Buena&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Never Benn Kissed&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Pangit Kasi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gone in 60 Seconds&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;1 Round, Tulog&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Fast and the Furious&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Ang Bitin, Galit&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Too Fast, Too Furious&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Kapag Sobrang Bitin, Sobrang Galit&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dude, Where's My Car&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Dong, Anong Level Ulit Tayo Nag-park?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Beauty and the Beast&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Ang Asawa Ko at Ang Nanay Niya&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Lord of the Rings&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Ang Alahero&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111634058246554333-8914487246650161159?l=edzjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8914487246650161159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111634058246554333&amp;postID=8914487246650161159' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/8914487246650161159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/8914487246650161159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/2007/07/english-movies-you-should-never.html' title='English Movies You Should Never Translate in Filipino'/><author><name>-edz-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13727013204292581748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/Sc6YDnhT7NI/AAAAAAAAARo/Ral_TWF-_s8/S220/baby_angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111634058246554333.post-5838825627533021920</id><published>2007-07-04T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:59:44.920-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.gunnarnordstrom.com/dynamic/images/display/146_156_Debbie_Tomassi_You_Complete_Me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand" height="216" alt="" src="http://www.gunnarnordstrom.com/dynamic/images/display/146_156_Debbie_Tomassi_You_Complete_Me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"The most interesting thing about heart transplants is that one completely loses his own heart and is replaced with someone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;else's&lt;/span&gt; yet still has the feelings for the same person he loses. This proves that love works in the minds of people and not in their hearts. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bottom line&lt;/span&gt; is that, Love is a state of mind. You'll learn how to forget only if you try doing so."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Dr. Burke, Grey's Anatomy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/RpBvExgg-OI/AAAAAAAAADQ/XRt2C9bX6u8/s1600-h/495945324_a116edb360_o.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084686107101165794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/RpBvExgg-OI/AAAAAAAAADQ/XRt2C9bX6u8/s320/495945324_a116edb360_o.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You yearn for someone not because you want to be complete. But because you want to add more color to your life. That person must not necessarily break you; the Best, not the worst; the Beautiful, not the ugly; things to Praise; not things to curse. Do that, and God, who makes everything work together, will work &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;endship&lt;/span&gt; in a higher level. It's smiling alone every once in awhile, knowing that somewhere, somehow, someone smiles at the thought of you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111634058246554333-5838825627533021920?l=edzjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5838825627533021920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111634058246554333&amp;postID=5838825627533021920' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/5838825627533021920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/5838825627533021920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/2007/07/heart.html' title='Heart'/><author><name>-edz-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13727013204292581748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/Sc6YDnhT7NI/AAAAAAAAARo/Ral_TWF-_s8/S220/baby_angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/RpBvExgg-OI/AAAAAAAAADQ/XRt2C9bX6u8/s72-c/495945324_a116edb360_o.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111634058246554333.post-4570920094731779613</id><published>2007-07-03T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T23:56:30.450-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>Random thoughts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;a quote.&lt;br /&gt;It's not love that hurts it's the absence of it that does. Who says time heals?&lt;br /&gt;You don't get over the pain. You'll just learn to get along with the pain and live with it through time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a song.&lt;br /&gt;Mahal, nasaan ka na?&lt;br /&gt;bakit iniwan mo ako?&lt;br /&gt;bakit tuluyang lumayo?&lt;br /&gt;ikaw ba'y nagsawa na?&lt;br /&gt;ako ba'y nagkulang sa iyo?&lt;br /&gt;sabihin mo. sabihin mo mahal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;If people would ask you how are we, what will you tell them?&lt;br /&gt;You said you were going to tell them that we're "ok." And why was I being a drama queen again?&lt;br /&gt;Then you said I was complicating things in my life. They're more complicated than you think. You said I should make it easy then. I wish it is that easy. Then I wouldn't be...... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111634058246554333-4570920094731779613?l=edzjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4570920094731779613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111634058246554333&amp;postID=4570920094731779613' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/4570920094731779613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/4570920094731779613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/2007/07/random-thoughts.html' title='Random thoughts.'/><author><name>-edz-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13727013204292581748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/Sc6YDnhT7NI/AAAAAAAAARo/Ral_TWF-_s8/S220/baby_angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111634058246554333.post-8718769250050918605</id><published>2007-07-03T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T23:50:42.021-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>Nasaan Ka Na?</title><content type='html'>This song was sang by a mysterious guitarist with an amazing voice. I once used one of her own compositions in my blog as a background music but removed it for some reason. This is just one of her great compositions and I want to share her talent to the world. At the same time I don't know why I chose to pose this one over her other songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wffqhp2EkVg" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;tandang tanda ko pa nung tayo pang dalawa&lt;br /&gt;araw-araw masaya gabi-gabi kapiling ka&lt;br /&gt;sa bawat sandali ako'y iyong nilalambing&lt;br /&gt;pag ika'y kausap na Mahal kita bukang bibig&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ngunit nagbago ka na. pagmamahal mo ay nawala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang tamis ng 'yong halik&lt;br /&gt;mga yakap mong kay higpit&lt;br /&gt;hinahanap-hanap ko&lt;br /&gt;sana ikaw ay narito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mahal nasaan ka na?&lt;br /&gt;bakit iniwan mo ako?&lt;br /&gt;bakit tuluyang lumayo?&lt;br /&gt;ikaw ba'y nagsawa na?&lt;br /&gt;ako ba'y nagkulang sa iyo?&lt;br /&gt;sabihin mo. sabihin mo mahal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tandang-tanda ko pa nung tayo ay unang nagkita.&lt;br /&gt;di ka pa nagsalita puso ko'y nabihag na&lt;br /&gt;nung ako'y sinuyo mo ikaw ay nangako&lt;br /&gt;magpakailampaman ako lang ang pag-ibig mo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ngunit nagbago ka na. pangako mo'y nilimot mo na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mahal nasaan ka na?&lt;br /&gt;bakit iniwan mo ako?&lt;br /&gt;bakit tuluyang lumayo?&lt;br /&gt;ikaw ba'y nagsawa na?&lt;br /&gt;ako ba'y nagkulang sa iyo?&lt;br /&gt;sabihin mo. sabihin mo mahal.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nasaan ka na? Nasaan na siya?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111634058246554333-8718769250050918605?l=edzjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8718769250050918605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111634058246554333&amp;postID=8718769250050918605' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/8718769250050918605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/8718769250050918605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/2007/07/nasaan-ka-na.html' title='Nasaan Ka Na?'/><author><name>-edz-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13727013204292581748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/Sc6YDnhT7NI/AAAAAAAAARo/Ral_TWF-_s8/S220/baby_angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111634058246554333.post-4559691262560649017</id><published>2007-06-24T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T18:09:27.234-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='past'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love story'/><title type='text'>I Could Imagine You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;This is a poem i stumbled upon in one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pinoy&lt;/span&gt; forum. It touched my heart like how it touched the person who posted it on that website. I posted this here so others may learn from the author's experience. So that others may avoid the pit of living a life with regrets. - the "what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;if's&lt;/span&gt;..", "if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;only's&lt;/span&gt;..", and many more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;It may be lengthy but it's worth one's time. Nothing has been added to the content of the poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The deeper you love the more it hurts when the other person does not feel the same way. Confessing your love for someone requires great courage and this poem beautifully expounds the heartaches one experiences as a result of rejection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Could Imagine You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could imagine your eyes, bright and lively&lt;br /&gt;Excitement coursing through the pools blue sea&lt;br /&gt;Your hands moving animatedly&lt;br /&gt;Gesturing and talking in ways your mere words could not extend&lt;br /&gt;I listened patiently&lt;br /&gt;Fascinated&lt;br /&gt;Not with what you had to say,&lt;br /&gt;but in the resonant sound in which you said it&lt;br /&gt;Inside I secretly ached&lt;br /&gt;because I wanted to have been the one to bring such life into you&lt;br /&gt;I thought of telling you then,&lt;br /&gt;but I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t have the strength to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could imagine your eyes, hooded and downcast&lt;br /&gt;Anger fusing to cause electricity in your stormy skies&lt;br /&gt;Your hands clenched in fists of rage&lt;br /&gt;Tight and rigid on your lap&lt;br /&gt;I listened cautiously&lt;br /&gt;Furious&lt;br /&gt;Not at you and the way your reacted&lt;br /&gt;but with the way she made your voice tremble&lt;br /&gt;Inside my fury burned&lt;br /&gt;because I wanted to have been the one to make you feel such intensity&lt;br /&gt;I thought of telling you then,&lt;br /&gt;but I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t have the will to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could imagine your eyes, coy and sly&lt;br /&gt;Passion dilating your pupils&lt;br /&gt;Your hands open and slick with sweat&lt;br /&gt;Rubbing over your jeans to dry them&lt;br /&gt;I listened painfully&lt;br /&gt;Jealous&lt;br /&gt;Not because you felt bliss and joy,&lt;br /&gt;but because you felt it with her&lt;br /&gt;Inside my heart broke&lt;br /&gt;because I wanted to have been the one to bring you to such a fervent pitch of desire&lt;br /&gt;I thought of telling you then,&lt;br /&gt;but I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t have the courage to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could imagine your eyes sad and pained&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Unshed&lt;/span&gt; tears creating a wall of anguish&lt;br /&gt;Your hands trembling like a child’s&lt;br /&gt;Shaking as they cradled your head&lt;br /&gt;I listened silently&lt;br /&gt;Miserable&lt;br /&gt;Not because of you&lt;br /&gt;but because she had caused you to feel such hurt&lt;br /&gt;Inside my heart was torn&lt;br /&gt;because I felt sorry for you and her even though I secretly wanted to have been the one whose name you sobbed&lt;br /&gt;I thought of telling you then,&lt;br /&gt;but I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t have the heart to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could imagine your eyes, distant and weary&lt;br /&gt;Your eyelids shutting out the world&lt;br /&gt;Your hands limp like rags&lt;br /&gt;Hanging lifelessly on each side of your body&lt;br /&gt;I listened intently&lt;br /&gt;Desperate&lt;br /&gt;Not because I was drinking in your every word,&lt;br /&gt;but because I was straining to hear you speak a word at all&lt;br /&gt;Inside my heart was cold&lt;br /&gt;because I could not comfort you when you needed me the most&lt;br /&gt;I told you then,&lt;br /&gt;but only because I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;couldn&lt;/span&gt;’t find any more reasons not to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could imagine your eyes wide and startled&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes looking away&lt;br /&gt;Your hands fidgeting restlessly&lt;br /&gt;Nervously running through your hair I listened abjectly&lt;br /&gt;Depressed&lt;br /&gt;Not because you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t care,&lt;br /&gt;but because you cared too much to let me dream&lt;br /&gt;Inside my heart shattered because I thought my word had ended&lt;br /&gt;I thought of dying then,&lt;br /&gt;but I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;couldn&lt;/span&gt;’t find the words to tell you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could imagine your eyes, sympathetic and pleading&lt;br /&gt;Your brows furrowed out of concern&lt;br /&gt;Your hand stretched out in from of your body&lt;br /&gt;Reaching out to me I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t listen then&lt;br /&gt;Hollow I walked away,&lt;br /&gt;not because you hurt me,&lt;br /&gt;but because I was hurting myself by looking at you&lt;br /&gt;Inside my heart cried&lt;br /&gt;because all these years spent imagining you -&lt;br /&gt;And all I ever wanted was for you to imagine me, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111634058246554333-4559691262560649017?l=edzjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4559691262560649017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111634058246554333&amp;postID=4559691262560649017' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/4559691262560649017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/4559691262560649017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-could-imagine-you.html' title='I Could Imagine You'/><author><name>-edz-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13727013204292581748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/Sc6YDnhT7NI/AAAAAAAAARo/Ral_TWF-_s8/S220/baby_angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111634058246554333.post-3638629728689016642</id><published>2007-06-24T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T21:35:55.951-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>Hiling</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;by Jay-R Siaboc &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/e38bEOgU6Ng" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111634058246554333-3638629728689016642?l=edzjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/3638629728689016642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111634058246554333&amp;postID=3638629728689016642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/3638629728689016642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/3638629728689016642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/2007/06/hiling.html' title='Hiling'/><author><name>-edz-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13727013204292581748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/Sc6YDnhT7NI/AAAAAAAAARo/Ral_TWF-_s8/S220/baby_angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111634058246554333.post-2876750128166445658</id><published>2007-06-23T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T23:55:12.689-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='past'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Someone I know.. Someone I knew..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've always been the type of person who treasures all my friends. I try to make sure that I'll be there whenever they need me even though I'm miles away from them. Though the world tells me that I'm never going to get back from them the same support I give, I did not care. I always thought, "I don't care if they won't be there for me as long as I will always be there for them". For me, God made me who I am today and blessed me with so much that I want to give back and to share to the community the blessings He has showered me. The community whose member I believe have God in each and everyone of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I consider my friends as precious stones. I know that I've already been to different places and met a lot of people. In those journeys I made a lot of new acquaintances and friends. It's just sad to know that though I have a long list of friends only a few are true and willing to fight for and with me. Only a few value the friendship that I keep so dear. But I never held any negative emotions to those who failed to be there for me. I understand. I still love them. And I will always be there for them. Because what hurts the most is when someone denies you as a friend. Or even a simple acquaintance. Yes it hurts. And yes, I've experienced it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It hurts because I know that I never did anything to hurt him/her. In fact I made one of the hardest decisions in my life by letting something go just to be able to make him/her happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To You: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I know you will never get to read this post. Well, maybe somehow in the future you will. Through Fate. And I know you will know I'm talking about you. I've always valued the friendship and the memories we had. Though they weren't for a very long time, I was happy. I am happy because I knew you and learned some lessons in life through my journey with you. I know you knew it hurt when I had to let go of one thing we shared because I wanted to make you happy and I knew you were. I thought we were okey. I thought we had already patched up that scratch in our friendship. But what happened? You suddenly disappeared, it was not a big deal though because I understood why you had to do it. I was your friend. But did you have to deny me? Deny that you've met me and befriends with me? It hurt. For whatever reason you made the decision to forget and erase me in your life, that's fine with me. I will not force you to tell the truth because it will only make things worse in your life. I meant you good. And I will forever wish only good things to happen in your life. I admit I tried to forget you. But I know I never will. Because I never forget my friends. I heard recently that you admitted to him/her that you knew me. But what for? It's too late now. You already hurt me. The friend who was always there praying for you. The fear will always be there too. I pity you because he/she was too precious to deserve the treatment you gave. I'm afraid this will continue to happen over and over in your life. But you are still young. You can still change. Don't waste the gifts God has given you and don't play with people's emotions because they're not in any way like the characters you play in your online games. When they get hurt and die they will never be revived and given the same number of lives and ammunitions and powers or whatsoever. Learn to value the precious stones in your life. Be true to your heart and to other people. Only then can you say you were a true friend and a person. Whatever happened in our past I put them behind us now. I've moved on. And I wish you well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111634058246554333-2876750128166445658?l=edzjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2876750128166445658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111634058246554333&amp;postID=2876750128166445658' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/2876750128166445658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/2876750128166445658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/2007/06/someone-i-know-someone-i-knew.html' title='Someone I know.. Someone I knew..'/><author><name>-edz-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13727013204292581748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/Sc6YDnhT7NI/AAAAAAAAARo/Ral_TWF-_s8/S220/baby_angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111634058246554333.post-5559683115202219673</id><published>2007-06-22T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T14:28:10.332-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='violence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Drivers' Ten Commandments</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;As listed by the document below, are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;You shall not kill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The road shall be for you a means of communion between people and not of mortal harm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Courtesy, uprightness and prudence will help you deal with unforeseen events.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Be charitable and help your neighbor in need, especially victims of accidents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Cars shall not be for you an expression of power and domination, and an occasion of sin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Charitably convince the young and not so young not to drive when they are not in a fitting condition to do so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Support the families of accident victims.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Bring guilty motorists and their victims together, at the appropriate time, so that they can undergo the liberating experience of forgiveness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;On the road, protect the more vulnerable party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Feel responsible toward others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;VATICAN CITY (AP) -- Got road rage? The Vatican on Tuesday issued a set of "Ten Commandments" for drivers, telling motorists to be charitable to others on the highways, to refrain from drinking and driving, and to pray you make it before you even buckle up.&lt;br /&gt;An unusual document from the Vatican's office for migrants and itinerant people also warned that automobiles can be "an occasion of sin" -- particularly when they are used for dangerous passing or for prostitution.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;It warned about the effects of road rage, saying driving can bring out "primitive" behavior in motorists, including "impoliteness, rude gestures, cursing, blasphemy, loss of sense of responsibility or deliberate infringement of the highway code."&lt;br /&gt;It urged motorists to obey traffic regulations, drive with a moral sense, and to pray when behind the wheel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Cardinal Renato Martino, who heads the office, told a news conference that the Vatican felt it necessary to address the pastoral needs of motorists because driving had become such a big part of contemporary life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;He noted that the Bible was full of people on the move, including Mary and Joseph, the parents of Jesus -- and that his office is tasked with dealing with all "itinerant" people -- from refugees to prostitutes, truck drivers to the homeless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;"We know that as a consequence of transgressions and negligence, 1.2 million people die each year on the roads," Martino said. "That's a sad reality, and at the same time, a great challenge for society and the church."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;The document, "Guidelines for the Pastoral Care of the Road,"&lt;a href="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n145/alternati/Taxi-Stephane-Burlot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand" height="189" alt="" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n145/alternati/Taxi-Stephane-Burlot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; extols the benefits of driving -- family outings, getting the sick to the hospital, allowing people to see other cultures.&lt;br /&gt;But it laments a host of ills associated with automobiles: Drivers use their cars to show off; driving "provides an easy opportunity to dominate others" by speeding; drivers can kill themselves and others if they don't get their cars regular tuneups, if they drink, use drugs or fall asleep at the wheel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;It also pointed the finger at traffic problems particular to Rome, including "minicars" that teens can drive without full driving licenses, and "the reckless use of motorbikes and motorcycles." It called for drivers to obey speed limits and to exercise a host of Christian virtues: charity to fellow drivers, prudence on the roads, hope of arriving safely and justice in the event of crashes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.catholicstore.com/images/products/8217lg.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.catholicstore.com/images/products/8217lg.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;And it suggested prayer might come in handy -- performing the sign of the cross before starting off and saying the Rosary along the way. The Rosary was particularly well suited to recitation by all in the car since its "rhythm and gentle repetition does not distract the driver's attention." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;The document is intended for bishops conferences around the world, and as such offered recommendations for their pastoral workers, including setting up chapels along motorways and having "periodic celebration of liturgies at major road hubs, motorway restaurants and lorry parks."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2007/WORLD/europe/06/19/vatican.road.rage.ap/index.html"&gt;http://www.cnn.com/2007/WORLD/europe/06/19/vatican.road.rage.ap/index.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111634058246554333-5559683115202219673?l=edzjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5559683115202219673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111634058246554333&amp;postID=5559683115202219673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/5559683115202219673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/5559683115202219673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/2007/06/drivers-ten-commandments.html' title='Drivers&apos; Ten Commandments'/><author><name>-edz-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13727013204292581748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/Sc6YDnhT7NI/AAAAAAAAARo/Ral_TWF-_s8/S220/baby_angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111634058246554333.post-1446405348999329196</id><published>2007-06-20T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T13:47:28.114-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='past'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Fitting Room</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.fotosearch.com/comp/phd/PHD483/126052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" height="182" alt="" src="http://www.fotosearch.com/comp/phd/PHD483/126052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Change is one of the constant things in life. There is no way one thing will remain the same forever. Change may sometimes be a thing we like to happen while at times it's something we wish have never existed. It may be something we can control or something that is just bound to happen and is beyond our grasp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;If only changes are like clothes. We get to fit them first and try to see if they fit us and look good on us. And after we purchase them we still have the right, as the buyer, to return them whenever we wish to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Will life be better if we have that kind of system? *sigh* nahh.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;note: This is a very lousy post. I did not take time to think about the topic. I'm too bored of TOO MANY things to do that I just had to do something else. And I'm just complicating the obvious. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111634058246554333-1446405348999329196?l=edzjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1446405348999329196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111634058246554333&amp;postID=1446405348999329196' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/1446405348999329196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/1446405348999329196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/2007/06/fitting-room.html' title='Fitting Room'/><author><name>-edz-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13727013204292581748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/Sc6YDnhT7NI/AAAAAAAAARo/Ral_TWF-_s8/S220/baby_angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111634058246554333.post-3374249948950026599</id><published>2007-06-19T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T13:02:31.095-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Only Reminds Me Of You</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;by: MYMP&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rekWew0pXAQ"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rekWew0pXAQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just grabbed this video from youtube. Though there are a few pictures where I think he misinterpreted the lines of the song and there are a few errors, overall I think it's a funny and cute video. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love this song. And it's ironic that every time I'm sad and lonely this is one of the songs that I listen to over and over. Jed Madela's version melts my heart. No wonder a lot of girls go crazy over his talent. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111634058246554333-3374249948950026599?l=edzjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/3374249948950026599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111634058246554333&amp;postID=3374249948950026599' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/3374249948950026599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/3374249948950026599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/2007/06/only-reminds-me-of-you.html' title='Only Reminds Me Of You'/><author><name>-edz-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13727013204292581748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/Sc6YDnhT7NI/AAAAAAAAARo/Ral_TWF-_s8/S220/baby_angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111634058246554333.post-6704337521706408999</id><published>2007-06-18T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T19:30:32.658-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fathers day'/><title type='text'>Father's Day</title><content type='html'>How did we spend our Father's Day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, it was just like any other normal days. The rest of our relatives spent theirs' grilling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;barbeque&lt;/span&gt; and probably &lt;a href="http://www.funmunch.com/events/fathers_day/images/fathers_day_wallpaper_8_1280x960.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px" height="171" alt="" src="http://www.funmunch.com/events/fathers_day/images/fathers_day_wallpaper_8_1280x960.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;doing some karaoke. But then we're miles away from them. Here in Vegas it's only me and my family. Well, so far since we're still very new here. But though it was just the six of us it was a day worth remembering too. This weekend we bought our very first house here in the States. It was God's gift to us. The hunt took some time but it was very fun and it was a great activity for our whole family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Anyway, the father's day started with us being our usual selves - slow moving since we slept late the past night and wanted to have more sleep since it was the weekend. Our mom prepared the table while the rest of us took turns getting ourselves ready for the day. When it was our mom's turn to take a bath she yelled that we did not greet our father yet. We all shouted "HAPPY FATHER'S DAY DAD!" pretending we forgot - when for a few minutes it did miss our minds. My sister rushed downstairs to make the letter &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; been telling her all week long. Meanwhile I sat our present on the living room table. It was a musical card where we inserted 4 little bookmarks for our personal messages. When our dad came from upstairs we gave it to him and again greeted him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After we left, we went to the office to clean up for awhile - talk about father's day huh? - then went to the church. There during the mass two babies were baptized and welcomed to the community. It was the first time I witnessed such adorable practice of baptism and the babies were all, one word - CUTE! They are like the babies we usually see on commercials that whatever face and mood they are in they will always look beautiful and angelic. No wonder babies are called God's gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;After the mass we went to our favorite Filipino restaurant to enjoy a very delicious lunch. Good thing we got there at that particular time because just a few minutes from the time we entered and got ourselves a table the place was jam-packed with people! It just proved that Filipino cuisine is one of the best there is (or that there are also a lot of Filipinos here in Vegas). We then went to the grocery and while shopping we couldn't prevent ourselves from having our usual food trip since we had all these food testers around. While my dad was doing his own grocery for our Laboratory's supplies I immediately bought the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;massager&lt;/span&gt; I've been searching through the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; for weeks. And when we were about to leave I gave it to him. Though he already knew that I was planning to give him one (he caught me at another store checking out the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;massagers&lt;/span&gt; what else could he think when the only person at home that is so stressed out and needs a daily massage is him) I saw a smile on his face that he rarely give out these past few months. I knew he was touched and he was happy. And so was I. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;After a while we headed to one of the Filipino grocery stores here (owned by Ping &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Lacson&lt;/span&gt;). As the rest of my family was shopping for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;sea foods&lt;/span&gt; I went to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;sweets&lt;/span&gt; isle and picked up the ingredients needed for Halo-halo. They had no idea I was planning to buy and prepare each of them one. We couldn't last anymore hour outside because of the very warm temperature so we headed home. After unloading and setting aside all the groceries my &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;kulit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; brothers wanted to try the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;massager&lt;/span&gt; for themselves. I took it from them and used it on my mom who couldn't stand the sun because she has migraine afterwards I used it to massage my dad to whom I bought it for. After a while I made each of them Halo-halo to help them freshen up from the very hot summer. Though I was really tired I took the effort of giving them their demands and the simple "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Sarap&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;", "A+", and "Good job!" were more than enough payment and tip. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111634058246554333-6704337521706408999?l=edzjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/6704337521706408999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111634058246554333&amp;postID=6704337521706408999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/6704337521706408999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/6704337521706408999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/2007/06/fathers-day.html' title='Father&apos;s Day'/><author><name>-edz-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13727013204292581748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/Sc6YDnhT7NI/AAAAAAAAARo/Ral_TWF-_s8/S220/baby_angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111634058246554333.post-8867474938919215352</id><published>2007-06-13T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:59:45.206-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love story'/><title type='text'>Airport</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A story about friendship and love. fear. losing someone. regret. letting go. and acceptance.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just to clarify I am not the character in the story nor did I write this. And I have not added any detail to it to give justice to the author.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hope we all get a lesson from the story whether the characters are real or not. (but everything in this world is possible.) It may look long but it's not as bad as you think. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Manila International Airport, 2:00 am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been two years since she had last seen the Manila International Airport.&lt;br /&gt;Not much has changed. Her last memory of this airport was when Miguel dropped her off. She was on her way to New York to pursue a career in Wall Street.&lt;br /&gt;"Promise me something will you? Please don't get married until I come back?" She jokingly told him as she lifted up her backpack. "LOL. Very funny. Ikaw ang mag-promise. Promise me you won't run off with some nerdy economist in the next two years."&lt;br /&gt;"Let's see, shall we. Bye, Miguel. I'll call you as soon I get to New York."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was her last memory of this place. The warm Manila air made her feel a bit restless and yet she feels excited. This is the first time in two years she'll be seeing Miguel again. She was thoughtfully going through the immigration counters, thinking of how much she missed seeing Miguel. How different would he be now? Sure he sends her regular weekly e-mails,and pictures but being the busy person that she had always been, she didn't get the time to chat with him and buy a webcam. She's finally out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where is Miguel?" She wondered.&lt;br /&gt;"Ah there!" she exclaimed when she saw the silver gray Nissan Patrol parked near the exit. TGW926. Yup, that's Miguel alright. Her heart was leaping ahead of her as the driver got off. "Hey! I missed you!" He said, as he hugged her.&lt;br /&gt;"I missed you too. So much." She said, as she hugged him back. It was warm. It felt good to be back. It felt great to feel his hug.&lt;br /&gt;"Let me get those." He said pointing at her luggage.&lt;br /&gt;"Then we'll have more time for hugging and chika."&lt;br /&gt;"Okay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edsa, 4:30 am. Miguel's cellphone rings. Mama, the name flashes on the screen.&lt;br /&gt;"You should really get that."&lt;br /&gt;"No, you should get that. She's been waiting for you. She insist that we go straight to her after I pick you up form the airport. She also insist that you spend tomorrow with her."&lt;br /&gt;Miguel was talking about her mother. Miguel was an only child and his mother wanted a daughter. She would often tell Bea that since she doesn't have a mom anymore, she should let Tita Doris be her second mom. She loved Bea as if she were her own daughter.&lt;br /&gt;"Hello? Yes, Tita. How are you na po?... ah opo. Miguel already told me. Sige po. Okay po. I'll see you later." She turns off the phone and looks out the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The phone rings again, this time the name "Sugar" flashes on the screen. Hmmm, "Sugar." He was quick. He got a hold of the phone and answered it."Hello. Yeah. Pauwi na. I'm with her na. Yeah. Tomorrow, I will. Promise. We'll see you tomorrow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We? Is that supposed to mean me and him? See Sugar? Who is Sugar, anyway?&lt;br /&gt;"Who was that?" she couldn't keep herself from asking.&lt;br /&gt;"Sugar ha?"&lt;br /&gt;"I'll introduce her tomorrow. Uwi muna tayo sa bahay. By the way, kamusta na si Edward?"&lt;br /&gt;"Edward?"&lt;br /&gt;"Oo, si Edward, naalala mo yung boyfriend na iniwan mo sa New York? Anong klase ka ba namang girlfriend? Kaya hindi kita niligawan eh. Baka makalimutan mo rin ako."&lt;br /&gt;"Ah si Edward. Hayun. Nasa New York." Miguel has met Edward when he came to New York to give Bea a surprise visit. He seems a nice guy. Not the geeky economist Miguel pictured Bea would end up with. He is actually a cool guy and loves Bea a lot. "He called me up, a week ago, asking a lot of things about you. Parang may balak ata..."&lt;br /&gt;"Balak na?"&lt;br /&gt;"Tell me, did he propose to you? He sounded like he was going to propose to you kasi."&lt;br /&gt;"Ah look, here we are at Tita Doris."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Tita Doris', 4:45 am. A pleasantly plump woman enters the living room. She was in her mid-fifties, a familiar warm smile and two open arms. She welcomed Bea, gave her a big hug and kissed her on the cheek.&lt;br /&gt;"Hay anak, kamusta ka na? Na-miss na kita. Pinakain ka ba nito si Miguel?"&lt;br /&gt;"Opo, Tita." She looked around. Not much has changed in this house. She remembers spending her college days in this house. She remembers sinking into Tita Doris' arms when her mom died. She remembers only good things about this woman. She can't remember a time when she had been unkind to her and yes, she loves her like her own mother.&lt;br /&gt;"Iha, sabihan mo nga yang si Miguel. Sabihin mo 'wag padalos-dalos magdesisyon."&lt;br /&gt;"Po?"&lt;br /&gt;"Mama naman. Let Bea rest. I'll tell her everything tomorrow." Miguel interrupted his mother before she can spill the beans.&lt;br /&gt;"Ha? What was that all about?" Bea was curious.&lt;br /&gt;"Bukas na lang."&lt;br /&gt;"Okay. Tita, if it's okay I'll go rest now." She hugged her,and proceeded to climb the stairs. Miguel followed her carrying her luggage.&lt;br /&gt;"Alam mo I missed this house. Uy sino ba si Sugar? Tsaka bakit parang worried nanay mo sa iyo?"&lt;br /&gt;"Bukas na. Sugar is having lunch here."&lt;br /&gt;"Hmmm, intriguing, pero sige. Bukas na." They were both standing as the door to the guest room.&lt;br /&gt;"Alam mo, it's really good to be back in this house.I'll see you tomorrow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tita Doris' 10:00 am. She woke up, sunlight flooding her bedroom. She was able to rest. She got up, arranged the bed sheets and took a nice, cold shower. Minutes later, she was down at the garden having brunch with Tita Doris.&lt;br /&gt;"Hi! Tita. Where is Miguel?"&lt;br /&gt;"Sinundo si Sugar."&lt;br /&gt;"Sino ba yang Sugar na yan? Nai-intriga na ako."&lt;br /&gt;"Iha, I'll let Miguel tell you who Sugar is. Promise me something, though. Whatever happens you'll always be my daughter, Bea?" She felt scared. Why was Tita Doris suddenly serious?&lt;br /&gt;"Opo naman."&lt;br /&gt;"Anyway, iha. I heard from Miguel your boyfriend sounded like he was going to propose a week ago. Did he propose?"&lt;br /&gt;Bea looked at her hands, bare of any engagement ring. She looked at Tita Doris and smiled. Before she could answer, Miguel showed up.With him is a woman she had not seen before.She was of medium frame, shoulder length hair and looked very feminine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sugar, the sister I never had, Bea. Bea, Sugar, my fiancée."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It felt as if somebody had poured a bucket of cold water on her. His what? Blood rushed to her head. She blushed. Her cheeks felt very warm. She couldn't swallow. Her heart beating a hundred beats per minute. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/RnBufzmf8QI/AAAAAAAAACw/jhz5TfRva_k/s1600-h/cloud.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075678272753234178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="246" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/RnBufzmf8QI/AAAAAAAAACw/jhz5TfRva_k/s320/cloud.jpg" width="304" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your what?" She looked at Miguel, blushing then suddenly white as with shock.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry, Sugar but this is quite a surprise. Miguel has never mentioned you in any of his e-mails,"she said as she looked at Sugar with a confused look. She looked at Tita Doris, she looked back as if she was consoling her.&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, I got engaged. I'm keeping my promise. I'm getting married on Saturday. O di ba you're here so in essence I've kept my promise." She managed to smile faintly. She hugged Miguel and congratulated him. She even managed to tell Sugar "You got a catch here, girl. Take good care of him or else I will snatch him under your nose." It sounded as if she was just joking, turning over a very important possession to it's next owner. In the deepest recesses of her person, she knew she meant it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He told me a lot of nice things about you." Sugar said, smiling at her as if they had been friends for the longest time.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sure he has." Lunch was served. All of Bea's favorite Filipino dishes. She and Sugar spent time chatting the afternoon away, looking at Bea's and Miguel's college photos and yearbooks. She found out that Sugar likes most of the things she does. They both came from the same high school. As she tried to get to know Sugar better during their afternoon chat, she realized that not only was she perfect for Miguel, she also seemed like the best gal pal Bea could find. They talked about the wedding details, the dress, the ring, the shoes, the tiara. They like almost the same places, the same styles, the same shops. She told Sugar they should do shopping marathon together. Had it been another day, she would be telling herself that this is really a great opportunity to find someone who understands her shopping needs. Except that this is not one of those days... Except that this woman, this perfect, feminine girlfriend was Miguel's fiancée`.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Bea's phone rings. The name Boyfriend flashes. "You should really get that" Sugar told Bea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;"Yeah, I guess I should. Hello? Yes? I'm good. I'm here at Miguel's. Oh I have in front of me Sugar, Miguel's fiancée`." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;The words almost got stuck in her throat, but she still managed to give Sugar a smile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;"Listen, I'll call you later. I have very good news for you." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Miguel sat down beside Bea. Sugar was looking at them and asked, "So tell me? Was there never a time the two of you were more than Platonic?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Bea and Miguel looked at each other then looked at their own hands. Miguel's gaze turned to Sugar. He answered "Of course not. Bea and I were never like that." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;"As in?" Sugar inquired. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;"LOL, oo naman. She was a handful. Too much to handle for me. I can't keep up with her. She never stands still." Miguel looked at Bea and smiled, his eyes turning into slits as his dimples gloriously show. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;"I guess that's the way for you. But not for Edward." Bea replied, with a little hint of disappointment. "Okay lang yun. Edward is tough enough." Miguel was still smiling. "Wait, speaking of Edward. I need to call him." Bea left the garden and went up to her room to call Edward. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;"Hello? Edward. Here goes. Yes. The answer is Yes." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;********* The wedding went well. It was one of the most elegant weddings she had seen. Sugar had everything covered and she was a very beautiful, blushing bride. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;"I, Miguel, take you, Sugar, as my friend and love, beside me, and apart from me, in laughter and in tears, in conflict and tranquility, asking that you be no other than yourself, love what I know of you, trusting what I do not know yet, in all the ways that life may find us." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Bea felt a stab of pain hitting her heart. She slowly got up,walked away from the spectators. Tears streaming down her flushed cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;********** Bea is once again on her way to the airport. Miguel is driving for her, this time with a wedding ring on his left finger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;"Hay, here we go again. I'm driving you to the airport. Kailan na naman kaya tao magkikita?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;"Ewan ko. Tell me something," her tone all too serious."What was it that you love about Sugar?How did you know she was the one?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Miguel just smiled. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;"Dali na ano? Malay mo I need to decide in a couple of days diba?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;"You know what I love about her? The same things I loved about you before. The only difference is that she's not as ambitious as you are. When you left for New York two years ago, I knew I don't have a place in the life you've chosen. I don't blame you for that. You're good in your field, and I thought to myself that it's your right to move on without me. Moving away was a decision you made for yourself. I know this sounds silly and you might nag me about it, but I found the better version of you in Sugar. She's so much like you in so many ways but the only difference, is she loves me more than you do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;She wanted to cry the tears she had kept as he witnessed him say his vows, but kept her composure. She just chuckled a laugh. How could he move on without her? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/RnBytTmf8SI/AAAAAAAAADA/y6OQcIHmfew/s1600-h/bee.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075682902727979298" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px" height="247" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/RnBytTmf8SI/AAAAAAAAADA/y6OQcIHmfew/s320/bee.jpg" width="174" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Why was it easy for him and not for her? As she got off the car, she gave Miguel one last hug. This time she felt her heart heavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;"I guess this is goodbye?" she told Miguel. "Wait, I'm not letting you out until you answer question. Did Edward propose?" Bea showed Miguel her left hand. In it was a one carat diamond solitaire ring set in platinum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;"Yes." Miguel let out a sigh and congratulated her. As Miguel turned his gaze from the steering wheel to Bea's face,he saw a single tear fall from her right eye and then she said, "If it gives any consolation... Edward was the best version of you that I can find in New York."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111634058246554333-8867474938919215352?l=edzjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8867474938919215352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111634058246554333&amp;postID=8867474938919215352' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/8867474938919215352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111634058246554333/posts/default/8867474938919215352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edzjourney.blogspot.com/2007/06/airport.html' title='Airport'/><author><name>-edz-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13727013204292581748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/Sc6YDnhT7NI/AAAAAAAAARo/Ral_TWF-_s8/S220/baby_angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XlkLooWw1gQ/RnBufzmf8QI/AAAAAAAAACw/jhz5TfRva_k/s72-c/cloud.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111634058246554333.post-4467477887652680851</id><published>2007-06-09T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T21:11:45.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogroll</title><content type='html'>Howdy Webmasters! 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