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    <title>SHUT ME UP...</title>
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      <title>Empty</title>
      <link>http://mjomesa.blogdrive.com/archive/58.html</link>
      <pubDate>Sat, 24 Jan 2009 14:56:46 GMT</pubDate>
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 My thought is in chaos. Honestly , I have nothing much to write today coz my mind is just drifting and i have specifically just mumbling through nothingness which my hands positively becomes the instrument or proof of such predicament. &amp;nbsp;     
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      <title>Pres. Gloria is BLIND!</title>
      <link>http://mjomesa.blogdrive.com/archive/57.html</link>
      <pubDate>Sun, 14 Dec 2008 15:25:40 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; align=center&gt;&lt;B style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;COLOR: #ff9900; FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia','serif'&quot;&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&quot;Go your ways: behold, I send you forth &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = &quot;urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office&quot; /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; align=center&gt;&lt;B style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;COLOR: #ff9900; FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia','serif'&quot;&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;as lambs among wolves.&quot;&lt;BR&gt;~Luke 10:3, KJV&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
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&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; align=center&gt;&lt;B style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;COLOR: #ff9900; FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia','serif'&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT color=#9999ff size=3&gt;_________________________&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; align=center&gt;&lt;B style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;COLOR: #ff9900; FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia','serif'&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal&quot; align=justify&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia','serif'&quot;&gt;&lt;FONT color=#9999ff&gt;&lt;FONT face=&quot;Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif&quot;&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;It's a Sunday morning, everything's fine and a very fine day for me to get the papers and read. The headline of the Philippine Daily Inquirer, as well as the editorial, contains mostly about the cha-cha (charter change). The cartoon depicts a common parallelism long before used by Christ, which was about the wolf in a sheep's clothing. For the common Filipinos like me this was quite poignant in a way that it happened before and seems to be happening again. The leaders of our country which serves as our beacon of hope and our visionary when things are somewhat topsy-turvy are doing again the same mistake. Power is really so tempting. Everyone wants to grab it and succumbs to its poison. Power is like drug and thus the leader of our country forgets the promises she bequeathed to her people. It makes me think of the Marcos' reign in our country. Too much extension made him a tyrant. I don't despise Marcos for who he was but I despised him for what he became and what he made our country. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal&quot; align=justify&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia','serif'&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face=&quot;Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif&quot; color=#9999ff size=2&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal&quot; align=justify&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia','serif'&quot;&gt;&lt;FONT color=#9999ff&gt;&lt;FONT face=&quot;Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif&quot;&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;President Arroyo seems to be taking the same route by changing the constitution for the reasons of economic progress and for the &quot;good of the country&quot; reason. Mistakes are often made because people tend to use as a front &quot;the-good-for-the-country&quot; slogan which is becoming an empty promise of which the poor Filipinos ignorantly and exasperatingly cling upon for the hope of change. The change, which we receive in poor amount, excruciatingly torturous amount, leaves our bleeding countrymen silently suffering and blindly hoping for some kind of Golden Age. The paradox of power and poverty which our leaders constantly juggle makes our country go around and around the roller-coaster of hunger and ignorance. We, Filipinos, are still &lt;I style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;indios, &lt;/I&gt;ignorant of our own suffering and we constantly haggle for progress yet it's our leaders that constantly pin us down. Blind beggars guided by blind escorts. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal&quot; align=justify&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia','serif'&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face=&quot;Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif&quot; color=#9999ff size=2&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal&quot; align=justify&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia','serif'&quot;&gt;&lt;FONT color=#9999ff&gt;&lt;FONT face=&quot;Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif&quot; size=2&gt;President Gloria is blind. She desperately needs to be operated. The change in the constitution will not alleviate the suffering of the Filipinos. Our countrymen do not need a change of the papers; we need the change of heart. People do change and I hope the heart of our President will. The constitution underwent so many changes and yet it is still the heart of men that decides what can be good for the country. Our country doesn't need a new constitution to be progressive. All she needs is a President whose constitution is written in his or her heart and whose intention is the good of his or her people, not the good of one's own pocket.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
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      <title>BUSY</title>
      <link>http://mjomesa.blogdrive.com/archive/56.html</link>
      <pubDate>Thu, 03 Apr 2008 06:22:56 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT style=&quot;BACKGROUND-COLOR: #000000&quot;&gt;Summer is at the threshold and yet here i am trapped with piles of papers and books. I could just shrug this shoulder and heave a sigh. Whew.. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT style=&quot;BACKGROUND-COLOR: #000000&quot;&gt;There's so many things to be done but there's just not enough time to do it. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
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      <title>Tonight</title>
      <link>http://mjomesa.blogdrive.com/archive/55.html</link>
      <pubDate>Wed, 19 Dec 2007 14:16:30 GMT</pubDate>
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&lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff6633&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Georgia, serif&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tonight...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
_____________&lt;br&gt;tonight I'll dream of you,&lt;br&gt;for tomorrow's a day to waste&lt;br&gt;for deep musing and imaginings.&lt;br&gt;tonight I'll creep inside your head&lt;br&gt;I'll lay in your heart&lt;br&gt;I'll plant my emotions&lt;br&gt;for reaping i won't care,&lt;br&gt;tonight you'll be me, I'll be you&lt;br&gt;We'll dwell in each other's heart&lt;br&gt;we will sail&lt;br&gt;we will glide&lt;br&gt;we will soar&lt;br&gt;we will moan the sighs of yore&lt;br&gt;the sighs of love&lt;br&gt;my sighs,&lt;br&gt;your sighs...&lt;br&gt;___________&lt;br&gt;
 
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      <title>Stupid nothings</title>
      <link>http://mjomesa.blogdrive.com/archive/54.html</link>
      <pubDate>Wed, 19 Dec 2007 13:05:06 GMT</pubDate>
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   &lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff6633&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Georgia, serif&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;The  year will never end...it only repeats the same things.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;  ___________________&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;Before this year ends, there are things that I wished have happened in my life;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;1. Spend more time with my family (which I think seemed so impossible now)&lt;br&gt;2. Spend more time with my honey (er, next to impossible also)&lt;br&gt;3. have an acupuncture (hahaha, this...impossible really)&lt;br&gt;4. be in a med school (sadly, I'm working..so impossible again for now)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;See, all these things seemed so next to impossibility. But I'm still so positive. Even if these things seemed so impossible, these are possible anyway;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;1. I learned to value my family...(i become family-oriented)&lt;br&gt;2. I learned to love faithfully...(a real struggle but a blissful experience.)&lt;br&gt;3. I learned to cope with pain the exotic and unique way...(my secret)&lt;br&gt;4. I had a medical student as a girlfriend...(bwahahaha)...love you honey!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;See...just always look forward for something possible and positive...don't be stupid..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;hehehehe....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;___________________&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;     
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      <title>Small things</title>
      <link>http://mjomesa.blogdrive.com/archive/53.html</link>
      <pubDate>Sun, 16 Dec 2007 06:57:01 GMT</pubDate>
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           &lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;    &lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff6633&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Georgia, serif&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Be  faithful in small things&lt;br&gt;because  it is in them that your strength lies. &lt;br&gt;~Mother Teresa &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;    ___________________&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Small things can open up to great realizations. It did mine lately. There's this funny quote, &quot;Money talks but mine said &quot;goodbye!&quot;. I can't help but flash a smile for it is rather a sad truth. *smile* Well, I just realized that small things or those considered lowly are but the faithful ones and remains within your limitations. Well, I just look at my cash and I realized that &quot;Jose Rizal&quot; seemed so loyal to stay within the perimeter of my urgent needs. But &quot;Escoda and others&quot; and &quot;Ninoy&quot; just pass by and nothing ,even a memory, is left. Blimey! hehe..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Christmas is coming. Let's celebrate its spirit in the small things that we have. After all, the lowly ones were the first recipient of that joyous news. Let us cherish the small ones that we have. Be contented. That's it. Be contented. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff6633&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Georgia, serif&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(153, 153, 255);&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff6633&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Georgia, serif&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(153, 153, 255);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(153, 153, 255);&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;__________________&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff6633&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Georgia, serif&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(153, 153, 255);&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;h2 style=&quot;text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;
The Story of Life
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: left; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;Sometimes people come into your life and you know right away that
they were meant to be there, to serve some sort of purpose, teach you a
lesson, or to help you figure out who you are or who you want to
become. You never know who these people may be (possibly your
roommate,neighbor, coworker, longlost friend, lover, or even a complete
stranger) but when you lock eyes with them, you know at that very
moment that they will affect your life in some profound way.
&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: left; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;And sometimes things happen to you that may seem horrible,
painful, and unfair at first, but in reflection you find that without
overcoming those obstacles you would have never realized your
potential, strength, willpower, or heart.
&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: left; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;Everything happens for a reason. Nothing happens by chance or
by means of luck. Illness, injury, love, lost moments of true
greatness, and sheer stupidity all occur to test the limits of your
soul. Without these small tests, whatever they may be, life would be
like a smoothly paved, straight, flat road to nowhere. It would be safe
and comfortable, but dull and utterly pointless.
&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: left; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;The people you meet who affect your life, and the success and
downfalls you experience help to create who you become. Even the bad
experiences can be learned from. In fact, they are probably the most
poignant and important ones. If someone hurts you, betrays you, or
breaks your heart, forgive them, for they have helped you learn about
trust and the importance of being cautious when you open your heart. If
someone loves you, love them back unconditionally, not only because
they love you, but because in a way, they are teaching you to love and
how to open your heart and eyes to things.
&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: left; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;Make every day count!!! Appreciate every moment and take from
those moments everything that you possibly can for you may never be
able to experience it again. Talk to people that you have never talked
to before,and actually listen. Let yourself fall in love, break free,
and set your sights high. Hold your head up because you have every
right to. Tell yourself you are a great individual and believe in
yourself, for if you don't believe in yourself, it will be hard for
others to believe in you. You can make of your life anything you wish.
Create your own life then go out and live it with absolutely no
regrets.
&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;*MOST IMPORTANTLY!!!* If you LOVE someone tell him or her, for you never know what tomorrow may have in store!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;________________&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff6633&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Georgia, serif&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;           
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      <title>Take me Home</title>
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      <pubDate>Fri, 14 Dec 2007 14:56:15 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>&lt;FONT style=&quot;BACKGROUND-COLOR: #000000&quot;&gt;
&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=center&gt;&lt;B style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;COLOR: #ff9900; FONT-FAMILY: Georgia&quot;&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;Love defines YOU…&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = &quot;urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office&quot; /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;
&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT style=&quot;BACKGROUND-COLOR: #000000&quot;&gt;___________________&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT style=&quot;BACKGROUND-COLOR: #000000&quot;&gt;I lay alone on my bed&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT style=&quot;BACKGROUND-COLOR: #000000&quot;&gt;tight my hands embraced these pillows&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT style=&quot;BACKGROUND-COLOR: #000000&quot;&gt;think I they were you&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT style=&quot;BACKGROUND-COLOR: #000000&quot;&gt;empty infatuations they may appear&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT style=&quot;BACKGROUND-COLOR: #000000&quot;&gt;but how swollen and throbbing this heart&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT style=&quot;BACKGROUND-COLOR: #000000&quot;&gt;beating each one for you&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT style=&quot;BACKGROUND-COLOR: #000000&quot;&gt;you, my everything, my happy ever after&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT style=&quot;BACKGROUND-COLOR: #000000&quot;&gt;life goes ahead yet I'm here&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT style=&quot;BACKGROUND-COLOR: #000000&quot;&gt;take me home, to your heart&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT style=&quot;BACKGROUND-COLOR: #000000&quot;&gt;to your ever cherub-kissed bosom&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT style=&quot;BACKGROUND-COLOR: #000000&quot;&gt;this love of mine to you blossomed&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT style=&quot;BACKGROUND-COLOR: #000000&quot;&gt;take me home, to your direction&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT style=&quot;BACKGROUND-COLOR: #000000&quot;&gt;my love, my home, my own....&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
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      <title>*sigh*</title>
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      <pubDate>Sat, 08 Dec 2007 05:14:01 GMT</pubDate>
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     &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);&quot;&gt;&quot;&lt;a href=&quot;http://thinkexist.com/quotation/doing_nothing_is_the_most_tiresome_job_in_the/335321.html&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 153, 0); text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Doing nothing is  the most tiresome &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://thinkexist.com/quotation/doing_nothing_is_the_most_tiresome_job_in_the/335321.html&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 153, 0); text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;job in the world because you cannot quit and rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;___________________&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;I had been out of this world for quite months. lol. Many things happened. *sigh* &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Quite tiring. *sigh* I always pause to ponder and reflect on grave matters. *smiling* &lt;br&gt;Well, i don't know how to start. If only typing these words can only alleviate these heavy burdens, i will gladly spend every minute in front of this computer.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;*Sigh* They say you always have to face the music. Now what if the music demands too fast a tempo.? *sigh* I had been always asking God to please at least give me more strength. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;h3 align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;___________________________&lt;br&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 255);&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;
The Mayonnaise Jar and Two Cups of Coffee
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&lt;p style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 255);&quot;&gt;When things in your lives seem almost too much to handle, when 24
hours in a day are not enough, remember the mayonnaise jar and the 2
cups of coffee.
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 255);&quot;&gt;A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some
items in front of him. When the class began, he wordlessly picked up a
very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf
balls. He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that
it was.
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 255);&quot;&gt;The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them
into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the
open areas between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if
the jar was full.&amp;nbsp; They agreed it was.
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 255);&quot;&gt;The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into
the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once
more if the jar was full. The students responded with an unanimous
&quot;yes.&quot;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 255);&quot;&gt;The professor then produced two cups of coffee from under the
table and poured the entire contents into the jar effectively filling
the empty space between the sand. The students laughed.
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 255);&quot;&gt;&quot;Now,&quot; said the professor as the laughter subsided, &quot;I want you
to recognize that this jar represents your life. The golf balls are the
important things--your family, your children, your health, your friends
and your favorite passions--and if everything else was lost and only
they remained, your life would still be full.
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 255);&quot;&gt;The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house and your car.
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 255);&quot;&gt;The sand is everything else--the small stuff. &quot;If you put the
sand into the jar first,&quot; he continued, &quot;there is no room for the
pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life. If you spend all
your time and energy on the small stuff you will never have room for
the things that are important to you.
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 255);&quot;&gt;&quot;Pay attention to the things that are critical to your
happiness. Play with your children. Take time to get medical checkups.
Take your&amp;nbsp; spouse out to dinner. Play another 18. There will always be
time to clean the house and fix the disposal. Take care of the golf
balls first--the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The
rest is just sand.&quot;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 255);&quot;&gt;One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the coffee represented. The professor smiled. &quot;I'm glad you asked.
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 255);&quot;&gt;It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may
seem, there's always room for a couple of cups of coffee with a friend.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 255);&quot;&gt;__________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 255);&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ABBA%27S%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ABBA%27S%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;&gt;       
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      <title>The Father's Hands</title>
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      <pubDate>Fri, 21 Sep 2007 16:06:42 GMT</pubDate>
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 &lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;We can be the father's hands&lt;br&gt;  And give peace a chance&lt;br&gt;  And show the world&lt;br&gt;  There is still a dream...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(153, 153, 255);&quot;&gt;__________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: rgb(153, 153, 255);&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;One of the lyrics that i find meditative and nice...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);&quot;&gt;THERE IS STILL A DREAM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;When will we open our eyes&lt;br&gt;And finally discover&lt;br&gt;We are united by one blood&lt;br&gt;When will we realize&lt;br&gt;We're sisters and brothers&lt;br&gt;And what the world needs now is love&lt;br&gt;There's a dreamer inside&lt;br&gt;Each one of us&lt;br&gt;Who wants to believe&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;There is still a dream to believe in&lt;br&gt;There is still a hope after hope is gone&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Oooohhh...&lt;br&gt;A brother down on his luck&lt;br&gt;Fallin' to chances&lt;br&gt;We could pick the brother up&lt;br&gt;A sister down on her knees&lt;br&gt;Praying for answers&lt;br&gt;Why don't we show the sister love&lt;br&gt;All over the world&lt;br&gt;Life isn't just&lt;br&gt;But i do believe&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And everyone needs one&lt;br&gt;Cause no one is free from&lt;br&gt;The worries of life &lt;br&gt;That drag us down&lt;br&gt;If you can make it&lt;br&gt;My hands can take it&lt;br&gt;We'll stand together and pray&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;There is still a dream to believe in&lt;br&gt;There is still a hope after hope is gone&lt;br&gt;We can be the father's hands&lt;br&gt;And give peace a chance&lt;br&gt;And show the world (to show the world)&lt;br&gt;There is still a dream to believe in&lt;br&gt;There is still a hope after hope is gone&lt;br&gt;We could be the father's hands&lt;br&gt;And give peace a chance&lt;br&gt;To show the world (to show the world)&lt;br&gt;There is still a dream (there's still a dream)&lt;br&gt;There is still a dream&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;object height=&quot;350&quot; width=&quot;425&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/l_t_srf0ahw&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;wmode&quot; value=&quot;transparent&quot;&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/l_t_srf0ahw&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; wmode=&quot;transparent&quot; height=&quot;350&quot; width=&quot;425&quot;&gt;&lt;/object&gt;  
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      <title>Recognized</title>
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      <pubDate>Sat, 15 Sep 2007 15:52:56 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;


&lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff6633&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Georgia, sans-serif&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Most
of the things worth doing in the world&lt;br&gt;had been declared
impossible&lt;br&gt;before they were done.&lt;br&gt;~ &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/authors/l/louis_d_brandeis.html&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Georgia, sans-serif&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff6633&quot;&gt;Louis
D. Brandeis&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 204, 51);&quot;&gt;________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sometimes we thought that everything in this world seem pointless and just went on for the sake of obeying the rules and laws of nature. All seemed to be a big play of everything. Each has his own character to fulfill in the story, each shedding colors and nightmares from day to day happenings. It's somewhat telling us to accept in ourselves that we are but slaves of our own doings and we are in one way or another submitting ourselves to this. It's from the first streak of sunlight until the last kiss of the afternoon, it's always been my observation that we always pour all our struggles to satisfy our day so that at the brink of the hour we can pat ourselves for a job well done. Well, man is naturlly thriving for this for existence. For if we remove this out of our system, we can all become a pile of useless rags. yes. living rags...breathing but not progressing.&amp;nbsp;
 
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