<?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-31490696</id><updated>2012-01-07T20:20:42.029+08:00</updated><category term='childhood'/><category term='unwind'/><category term='miracle'/><category term='Anger'/><category term='peace'/><category term='movies'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='books'/><category term='God'/><category term='death'/><category term='Loneliness'/><category term='Song and Lyrics'/><category term='Inspiration'/><category term='Being A Filipino'/><category term='hope'/><category term='life'/><category term='summer'/><category term='job'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='Bible Quotes'/><category term='hobby'/><category term='entertainment'/><category term='family'/><category term='My Life'/><category term='Faith'/><category term='happiness'/><category term='love'/><category term='work'/><category term='Religion'/><category term='friends'/><category term='money'/><title type='text'>Concealed Sentiments</title><subtitle type='html'>because life is not just black and white</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337120547165272266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SguMPR_IagI/AAAAAAAAIZ4/JWIaXpgWtuc/S220/img_1423.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>91</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31490696.post-383237363450158375</id><published>2010-10-02T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T00:42:51.080+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Letters To God: An Inspiring Life Story</title><content type='html'>Last night, my cousin mentioned about "Letters To God" movie. Out of curiosity, I searched it on Google right away. I found out that it was a story of a young boy who's suffering from cancer and how he's life touched the lives of other people, young and adult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched the movie immediately and as I expected I shed a bucket of tears. I was ashamed of myself. The boy in the movie had a great faith. I believe in God but often times I stumble and falter. No matter how hard I try to make the right things, I ended up as a loser. Hate overwhelmed me and I can't trust other people anymore. Maybe, I was traumatized and got tired of everything that I've been through. So after watching the movie, I examined myself. How much do I trust God? Have I given Him all that I have? I always pray to God and ask Him for guidance but most of the times, I'm doing the things my way. And that's because of lack of faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admired the boy in the movie because of his outlook in life, the way he appreciated all the things that happened to him. The moral lesson that I got from "Letters to God" was this: We are all handpicked by God to act our special roles in this world. So we should not ask "why", instead we should us "how"....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31490696-383237363450158375?l=hansentimiento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/feeds/383237363450158375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31490696&amp;postID=383237363450158375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/383237363450158375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/383237363450158375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/2010/10/letters-to-god-inspiring-life-story.html' title='Letters To God: An Inspiring Life Story'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337120547165272266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SguMPR_IagI/AAAAAAAAIZ4/JWIaXpgWtuc/S220/img_1423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31490696.post-2032144720698139767</id><published>2010-06-25T11:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T12:22:11.498+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miracle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Praying For A Miracle</title><content type='html'>In the past few weeks, something "big" happened in my life. I lost the love of my life. He's not dead, he just asked me to let him go and so I did. What would you do if the person you loved the most asked you to stop loving him? I panicked when I heard what he said over the phone. We've been together for almost 9 years. Even though we had sad times, we also had a lot of wonderful memories. In fact, we are planning to get married!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had some reasons why he came up with that decision and I respect that even if it pained me so much. To those who happened to read this post, please pray with me. Let's pray for a miracle! I know that I don't have the power to override his decisions. But, I know that there is One who is holding our lives in His hands. I am just human but I have a powerful God who can make all things possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, when I was about to give up. God provided a friend who can comfort me. During our conversation, my friend encouraged me to hold on and never give up. She said that all these things happened to test my faith in God. We prayed over Yahoo Messenger and we claimed the God's will will prevail in John and mine's life. At the end of our talk, I was feeling better. Praise God for sending help when I need one. Never say never when it comes to what God can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Join me as a pray for a miracle:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father, in Jesus name, and by the power of the Holy Spirit.&lt;br /&gt;I believe that you are able to do all things for us.&lt;br /&gt;I know that you are a God of restoration!&lt;br /&gt;And so, by faith I believe that You alone can restore mine and John's relationship in Jesus name!&lt;br /&gt;I take your Word as an ultimate one, that when you say, it happens.&lt;br /&gt;You said that we cast our burdens upon You...and I am casting it out to you Lord.&lt;br /&gt;You said that if anyone comes to You, all our burdens will be light,&lt;br /&gt;Lord, You said that if I believe that whatever I ask for in prayer, I shall receive it.&lt;br /&gt;And again Lord I believe in Jesus name that...Your will be done upon mine &amp; John's lives!&lt;br /&gt;Lord, I pray also, that you enlighten my boyfriend. &lt;br /&gt;And this time Lord, I believe that something is happening in his spirit and his heart, in Jesus name.&lt;br /&gt;And Lord, what I have prayed right now will come to pass, it will be done according to Your Word. In Jesus mighty, great and sweet name. Amen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I'll be still and know that He is God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31490696-2032144720698139767?l=hansentimiento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/feeds/2032144720698139767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31490696&amp;postID=2032144720698139767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/2032144720698139767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/2032144720698139767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/2010/06/praying-for-miracle.html' title='Praying For A Miracle'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337120547165272266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SguMPR_IagI/AAAAAAAAIZ4/JWIaXpgWtuc/S220/img_1423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31490696.post-4335541547998314938</id><published>2010-04-10T00:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T00:16:21.110+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>Win A Free Boracay Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Win a Free Boracay Vacation Package by WOW Philippines Travel Agency&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW Philippines Travel Agency, Inc. is celebrating it's 5th year in business during July of 2010, and we would like you to have a chance to celebrate with us, so we have decided to give-away a FREE Boracay Package complete with 5 Star accommodations at the luxurious Le Soleil de Boracay Hotel on Boracay Island. The lucky winner will win the following Boracay vacation package. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vacation Package Inclusions:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 5 Days / 4 Nights Luxury 5 Star Accommodations at the Le Soleil de Boracay&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Hotel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Flights to Boracay from Manila to Caticlan Airport on Philippine Airlines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Island Transfers - Door-to-Door from Manila to the resort and back to Manila Domestic Airport&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Three (3) Meals each day, Breakfast, Lunch &amp;amp; Dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Boracay Activities - Horseback Riding, Island Hopping, Glass Bottom Boat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- PLUS - 5,000 peso Spending Cash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read&amp;nbsp;More&amp;nbsp;Information:&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wowphilippinestravelagency.com/" target="_blank"&gt;http://wowphilippinestravelagency.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31490696-4335541547998314938?l=hansentimiento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/feeds/4335541547998314938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31490696&amp;postID=4335541547998314938' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/4335541547998314938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/4335541547998314938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/2010/04/win-free-boracay-trip.html' title='Win A Free Boracay Trip'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337120547165272266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SguMPR_IagI/AAAAAAAAIZ4/JWIaXpgWtuc/S220/img_1423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31490696.post-7525445574331502496</id><published>2010-03-17T18:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T19:10:36.721+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loneliness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Missing Someone ~ Vanilla Twilight</title><content type='html'>Being away from someone you love is not easy. It is true that you can still enjoy the beauty of life without them but life will be more meaningful when they are by your side. Life will continue to go on but you will always miss them. However, the moment you'll realize that they were already gone, you have no choice but to pick up the broken pieces. As you think of them, you'll be find the strength to live. Even though it hurts, believe the things will be better soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the 40-minute phone call with my boyfriend, I realized that I terribly missed him. I was suddenly on an "emo" mode and kept wishing that he was here with me. I can totally relate with Owl City's Vanilla Twilight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HPjB52dCg64&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HPjB52dCg64&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stars lean down to kiss you&lt;br /&gt;And I lay awake and miss you&lt;br /&gt;Pour me a heavy dose of atmosphere&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'll doze off safe and soundly&lt;br /&gt;But I'll miss your arms around me&lt;br /&gt;I'd send a postcard to you, dear&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I wish you were here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll watch the night turn light blue&lt;br /&gt;But it's not the same without you&lt;br /&gt;Because it takes two to whisper quietly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The silence isn't so bad&lt;br /&gt;'Til I look at my hands and feel sad&lt;br /&gt;'Cause the spaces between my fingers&lt;br /&gt;Are right where yours fit perfectly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll find repose in new ways&lt;br /&gt;Though I haven't slept in two days&lt;br /&gt;'Cause cold nostalgia chills me to the bone&lt;br /&gt;But drenched in vanilla twilight&lt;br /&gt;I'll sit on the front porch all night&lt;br /&gt;Waist-deep in thought because when I think of you&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel so alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As many times as I blink I'll think of you tonight&lt;br /&gt;I'll think of you tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When violet eyes get brighter&lt;br /&gt;And heavy wings grow lighter&lt;br /&gt;I'll taste the sky and feel alive again&lt;br /&gt;And I'll forget the world that I knew&lt;br /&gt;But I swear I won't forget you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, if my voice could reach back through the past&lt;br /&gt;I'd whisper in your ear,&lt;br /&gt;"Oh darling, I wish you were here"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31490696-7525445574331502496?l=hansentimiento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/feeds/7525445574331502496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31490696&amp;postID=7525445574331502496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/7525445574331502496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/7525445574331502496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/2010/03/missing-someone-vanilla-twilight.html' title='Missing Someone ~ Vanilla Twilight'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337120547165272266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SguMPR_IagI/AAAAAAAAIZ4/JWIaXpgWtuc/S220/img_1423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31490696.post-9209206418092550900</id><published>2010-03-06T10:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T11:41:42.682+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='childhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Chasing Dreams and Fireflies</title><content type='html'>In this late-twenties age, I should have grown up and let go of my childhood fantasies. Perhaps, those who have the same age as mine would agree that no matter how we embraced our dreams, we ended up acting upon only some of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I could not keep myself from succumbing to my childhood dreams and memories. It seemed like I did not want it to slip away. It felt like I am still hanging on to the last little piece of the past. Somehow, there is a little child inside of me who don’t want to let go of the simple fun and happy memories back when my life was still careless and free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times when I am convincing myself that Earth turns slowly even when in reality, life is so fast. I want to stay as a kid because life is so much better and my imaginations seemed so real when I was young. Now that I am older, I can just dream those memories away and run after the life filled with wonder and hope and plain joy. It’s like chasing fireflies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song from Owl City is dedicated to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rO3gg2cVfxg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rO3gg2cVfxg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title: Fireflies&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Owl City&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would not believe your eyes&lt;br /&gt;If ten million fireflies&lt;br /&gt;Lit up the world as I fell asleep&lt;br /&gt;Because they'd fill the open air&lt;br /&gt;And leave teardrops everywhere&lt;br /&gt;You'd think me rude but I'd just stand and stare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to make myself believe&lt;br /&gt;That planet Earth turns slowly&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to say that I'd rather stay awake when I'm asleep&lt;br /&gt;Because everything is never as it seems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I'd get a thousand hugs&lt;br /&gt;From ten thousand lightning bugs&lt;br /&gt;As they tried to teach me how to dance&lt;br /&gt;A foxtrot above my head&lt;br /&gt;A sockhop beneath my bed&lt;br /&gt;A disco ball is just hanging by a thread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to make myself believe&lt;br /&gt;That planet Earth turns slowly&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to say that I'd rather stay awake when I'm asleep&lt;br /&gt;Because everything is never as it seems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I fall asleep leave my door open just a crack&lt;br /&gt;(Please take me away from here)&lt;br /&gt;Because i feel like such an insomniac&lt;br /&gt;(Please take me away from here)&lt;br /&gt;Why do I tire of counting sheep&lt;br /&gt;(Please take me away from here)&lt;br /&gt;When I'm far too tired to fall asleep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To ten million fireflies&lt;br /&gt;I'm weird because I hate goodbyes&lt;br /&gt;I got misty eyes as they said farewell&lt;br /&gt;But I'll know where several are&lt;br /&gt;If my dreams get real bizarre&lt;br /&gt;Because I saved a few and I keep them in a jar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to make myself believe&lt;br /&gt;That planet Earth turns slowly&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to say that I'd rather stay awake when I'm asleep&lt;br /&gt;Because everything is never as it seems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to make myself believe&lt;br /&gt;That planet Earth turns slowly&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to say that I'd rather stay awake when I'm asleep&lt;br /&gt;Because everything is never as it seems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to make myself believe&lt;br /&gt;That planet Earth turns slowly&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to say that I'd rather stay awake when I'm asleep&lt;br /&gt;Because my dreams are bursting at the seams&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31490696-9209206418092550900?l=hansentimiento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/feeds/9209206418092550900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31490696&amp;postID=9209206418092550900' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/9209206418092550900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/9209206418092550900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/2010/03/chasing-dreams-and-fireflies.html' title='Chasing Dreams and Fireflies'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337120547165272266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SguMPR_IagI/AAAAAAAAIZ4/JWIaXpgWtuc/S220/img_1423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31490696.post-1953518190745004937</id><published>2010-02-24T16:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T16:56:47.424+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entertainment'/><title type='text'>Queen Seondeok: Personal Mini-Review</title><content type='html'>I am not a totally fan of GMA network but I thank them for running the Korean drama, Queen Seondeok. When I first saw the trailer, I made a decision to watch its episode every night. Until my brother bought the pirated DVD copy of the said TV show. I love the drama behind the life Queen Seondeok who endured many hardships in life just to save her people, she even gave up the love of her life. I really enjoyed watching it even if it's story was slightly different from the history of Silla. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's an all in one show: you will laugh, cry, get angry, thrilled, and disappointed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31490696-1953518190745004937?l=hansentimiento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/feeds/1953518190745004937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31490696&amp;postID=1953518190745004937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/1953518190745004937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/1953518190745004937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/2010/02/queen-seondeok.html' title='Queen Seondeok: Personal Mini-Review'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337120547165272266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SguMPR_IagI/AAAAAAAAIZ4/JWIaXpgWtuc/S220/img_1423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31490696.post-7982057688531766196</id><published>2010-02-24T16:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T16:44:19.779+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><title type='text'>A New Journey for 2010</title><content type='html'>I quit my job after four years! It has been one of the greatest turning point of my career. After being stagnant, I finally got the break I needed to start a new career. Right now, I am working as a full-time freelancer. I am looking forward for the surprises that will come along this year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31490696-7982057688531766196?l=hansentimiento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/feeds/7982057688531766196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31490696&amp;postID=7982057688531766196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/7982057688531766196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/7982057688531766196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-journey-for-2010.html' title='A New Journey for 2010'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337120547165272266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SguMPR_IagI/AAAAAAAAIZ4/JWIaXpgWtuc/S220/img_1423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31490696.post-7175743975065654629</id><published>2009-11-09T14:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T14:42:45.060+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspiration'/><title type='text'>An Inspiring Station ID for Christmas by Abs Cbn</title><content type='html'>Indeed, Jesus is the reason of the season. Thank you for coming into this world and saving us from our sins. You showed us the perfect example of LOVE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_HcCd8AxEgg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_HcCd8AxEgg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/31490696-7175743975065654629?l=hansentimiento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/feeds/7175743975065654629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31490696&amp;postID=7175743975065654629' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/7175743975065654629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/7175743975065654629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/2009/11/inspiring-station-id-for-christmas-by.html' title='An Inspiring Station ID for Christmas by Abs Cbn'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337120547165272266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SguMPR_IagI/AAAAAAAAIZ4/JWIaXpgWtuc/S220/img_1423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31490696.post-6421748642248284719</id><published>2009-10-12T13:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T13:19:08.693+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>Hoping For A Miracle!</title><content type='html'>Lord,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let your will be done on earth as it is in heaven. May your will prevail over men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks,&lt;br /&gt;Hannah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a miracle today. I hope God would listen to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31490696-6421748642248284719?l=hansentimiento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/feeds/6421748642248284719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31490696&amp;postID=6421748642248284719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/6421748642248284719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/6421748642248284719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/2009/10/hoping-for-miracle.html' title='Hoping For A Miracle!'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337120547165272266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SguMPR_IagI/AAAAAAAAIZ4/JWIaXpgWtuc/S220/img_1423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31490696.post-3402900971469448383</id><published>2009-10-07T12:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T12:23:58.452+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>I Call Them Friends</title><content type='html'>I am so excited! This October 23, I and my highschool friends are planning to meet in Cebu and enjoy the beauty of Bohol. Despite the short notice and the budget constraint, I decided to have a three-day vacation with them. Why? Because of the following reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When I checked the cost of plane tickets bound from Iloilo to Cebu, I found out that Cebu Pacific is offering Php 1,000 off the original fare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I am dead tired. I'm tired with my day job and I know that I need a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I have never been to Bohol in my whole life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I missed my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think about my friends, I always remembered our careless moments during our gradeschool and highschool days. We used to sing the following lines back then:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make new friends and keep the old&lt;br /&gt;One is silver and the others gold.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really appreciate the meaning of this song. I believe that it's good to have new friends but old friends are the best since we have known them for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for my vacation pics!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31490696-3402900971469448383?l=hansentimiento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/feeds/3402900971469448383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31490696&amp;postID=3402900971469448383' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/3402900971469448383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/3402900971469448383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-call-them-friends.html' title='I Call Them Friends'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337120547165272266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SguMPR_IagI/AAAAAAAAIZ4/JWIaXpgWtuc/S220/img_1423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31490696.post-5691742104987339876</id><published>2009-10-07T12:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T12:11:48.749+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>My Ironic Likeness For Fashion</title><content type='html'>I am not aware that I have a special interest in fashion until I started my &lt;a href="http://fashionolic.blogspot.com/"&gt;Fashion-O-Lic&lt;/a&gt; blog. At first, I am more concerned at getting a bigger website visitors for the blog. As months and years past, I discovered that I am loving fashion. Reading the latest fashion trends and the celebrities quirky fashion styles makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I have a confession. I am not fashionable. My mom would call be names that would pertain to being unfashionable. I love to see other people wearing those fashion trends but I can't imagine myself on those clothes. Maybe because I am not accustomed to them or I know that I can't afford them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are interested with the latest fashion trends, you can visit my &lt;a href="http://fashionolic.blogspot.com/"&gt;fashion blog&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31490696-5691742104987339876?l=hansentimiento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/feeds/5691742104987339876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31490696&amp;postID=5691742104987339876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/5691742104987339876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/5691742104987339876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-ironic-likeness-for-fashion.html' title='My Ironic Likeness For Fashion'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337120547165272266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SguMPR_IagI/AAAAAAAAIZ4/JWIaXpgWtuc/S220/img_1423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31490696.post-7690675465616564600</id><published>2009-09-28T10:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T10:44:59.894+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being A Filipino'/><title type='text'>Help Typhoon Ondoy (international name Kestana) Victims</title><content type='html'>The &lt;a href="http://news.xinhuanet.com/english/2009-09/27/content_12114985.htm"&gt;victims of Typhoon Ondoy&lt;/a&gt;  (international name Kestana) needs your help. Thousands were homeless and some lost their loved ones. Right now, they need old clothes, food, water and of course money to start a new life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to help them, checkout the options where you can send/bring your donations as compiled by Bianca Gonzales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;For USA Residents:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Help in the typhoon relief effort by calling ABS-CBN Foundation USA toll-free 1-800-527-2820&lt;br /&gt;2) American Red Cross call 1-800-435-7669&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For Filipino Residents:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Checkout Bianca's blog: &lt;a href="http://superbianca.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://superbianca.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31490696-7690675465616564600?l=hansentimiento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/feeds/7690675465616564600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31490696&amp;postID=7690675465616564600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/7690675465616564600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/7690675465616564600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/2009/09/help-typhoon-ondoy-international-name.html' title='Help Typhoon Ondoy (international name Kestana) Victims'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337120547165272266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SguMPR_IagI/AAAAAAAAIZ4/JWIaXpgWtuc/S220/img_1423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31490696.post-8847622297450729158</id><published>2009-09-07T11:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T12:01:00.557+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='childhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Oh What A Rain!</title><content type='html'>I visited the PAG-ASA site today and according to them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Central and Southern Luzon and Visayas will experience monsoon rains. The rest of the country will have mostly cloudy skies with scattered rainshowers and thunderstorms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moderate to strong winds blowing from the southwest will prevail over Central and Southern Luzon, Visayas and Mindanao and the coastal waters along these areas will be moderate to rough. Elsewhere, winds will be light to moderate coming from the southwest and northwest with slight to moderate seas except during thunderstorms. &lt;/blockquote&gt;The rain will probably be pouring down for the next few days. Thinking about waiting for the sunny days, I remembered a song I used to sing with my grade school classmates:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If all the raindrops were lemon drops and gum drops&lt;br /&gt;             Oh, what a rain that would be!&lt;br /&gt;             I’d stand outside with my mouth open wide—–&lt;br /&gt;             Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah&lt;br /&gt;             Oh, what a rain that would be!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a Tagalog version too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kung ang ulan ay katas ng mga prutas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O kay sarap ng ulan!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Ako'y lalabas ng ako'y nakanganga&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; O kay sarap ng ulan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2136/2113419822_7523e24761.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2136/2113419822_7523e24761.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/stevewall/2113419822/sizes/m/"&gt;Photo Source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31490696-8847622297450729158?l=hansentimiento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/feeds/8847622297450729158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31490696&amp;postID=8847622297450729158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/8847622297450729158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/8847622297450729158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/2009/09/oh-what-rain.html' title='Oh What A Rain!'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337120547165272266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SguMPR_IagI/AAAAAAAAIZ4/JWIaXpgWtuc/S220/img_1423.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2136/2113419822_7523e24761_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31490696.post-6706051682961731948</id><published>2009-09-07T11:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T11:26:02.026+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Working During Holidays</title><content type='html'>When I was a student, I loved holidays because they all meant: no classes and rest days. Now that I am working, I hated special non-working holidays! Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because here in the company that I am working for, special-non working holidays meant: no work, no pay. I don't want to go to work but I have no choice because a one-day salary will be deducted to my so-small monthly salary. I envy my friends who don't need to force their lazy bodies to work during the special holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the world today! Why? Because it is a holiday! hehehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31490696-6706051682961731948?l=hansentimiento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/feeds/6706051682961731948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31490696&amp;postID=6706051682961731948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/6706051682961731948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/6706051682961731948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/2009/09/working-during-holidays.html' title='Working During Holidays'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337120547165272266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SguMPR_IagI/AAAAAAAAIZ4/JWIaXpgWtuc/S220/img_1423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31490696.post-215536044420345539</id><published>2009-07-09T15:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T16:00:36.140+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>A GoodBye for The King of Pop</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.idylum.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/michael_jackson_goodbye_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 303px;" src="http://www.idylum.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/michael_jackson_goodbye_001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I don't know why I am quite affected by Michael Jackson's death. Somehow there's a piece of me who mourns for him. I am not one of his avid fans, though I like few of his songs. I am sad about his untimely death, a few weeks before his comeback concert. In my own opinion, it's too soon for him to leave. Why now, when he had a chance to redeem himself and showed the whole world that he's only human just like the rest of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am not in the position to question the decision of our Life-Giver. He alone knows the reason and purpose behind the mystery. Life lives, life dies. Life laughs, life cries. Life gives up and life tries. But life looks different through everyone's eyes. Love is stronger than death even though it can't stop death from happening, but no matter how hard death tries it can't separate people from love. It can't take away our memories either. In the end, life is stronger than death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I watched Michael Jackson's Memorial Service, I got hooked with Jennifer Hudson's Will You Be There number. I had goose bumps when I heard MJ's voice saying the following lines:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Our Darkest Hour&lt;br /&gt;In My Deepest Despair&lt;br /&gt;Will You Still Care?&lt;br /&gt;Will You Be There?&lt;br /&gt;In My Trials&lt;br /&gt;And My Tripulations&lt;br /&gt;Through Our Doubts&lt;br /&gt;And Frustrations&lt;br /&gt;In My Violence&lt;br /&gt;In My Turbulence&lt;br /&gt;Through My Fear&lt;br /&gt;And My Confessions&lt;br /&gt;In My Anguish And My Pain&lt;br /&gt;Through My Joy And My Sorrow&lt;br /&gt;In The Promise Of Another Tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;I'll Never Let You Part&lt;br /&gt;For You're Always In My Heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0N_VayaoqrE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0N_VayaoqrE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/31490696-215536044420345539?l=hansentimiento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/feeds/215536044420345539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31490696&amp;postID=215536044420345539' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/215536044420345539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/215536044420345539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/2009/07/goodbye-for-king-of-pop.html' title='A GoodBye for The King of Pop'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337120547165272266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SguMPR_IagI/AAAAAAAAIZ4/JWIaXpgWtuc/S220/img_1423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31490696.post-3882501721413635594</id><published>2009-06-02T08:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T08:35:07.462+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loneliness'/><title type='text'>Stand In The Rain by Superchick</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have those moments when we feel as if we’re drowning in life’s pressure and stress. Many failed in coping up with the problems that comes along their way but there are also those who stood up and survived the pain. How can you handle the circumstances that are beyond your control? How can you live a happier life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Superchick’s Stand in the Rain song is very appropriate for this kind of life’s dilemma. It tells a story about a girl who seems so busy with her life but the truth is she is just covering up the emptiness and the fear that she felt inside of her. What must she do if you are currently in this girl’s situation? Superchick advises us to stand in the rain and don’t give up even though all things seems to fall apart. We should always remember that when God closes a door, He always open a window. Never give up, just stand up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She never slows down.&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't know why but she knows that when she's all alone, feels like it's all coming down&lt;br /&gt;She won't turn around&lt;br /&gt;The shadows are long and she fears if she cries that first tear, the tears will not stop raining down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;br /&gt;So stand in the rain&lt;br /&gt;Stand your ground&lt;br /&gt;Stand up when it's all crashing down&lt;br /&gt;You stand through the pain&lt;br /&gt;You won't drown&lt;br /&gt;And one day, what's lost can be found&lt;br /&gt;You stand in the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She won't make a sound&lt;br /&gt;Alone in this fight with herself and the fears whispering if she stands she'll fall down&lt;br /&gt;She wants to be found&lt;br /&gt;The only way out is through everything she's running from wants to give up and lie down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;br /&gt;So stand in the rain&lt;br /&gt;Stand your ground&lt;br /&gt;Stand up when it's all crashing down&lt;br /&gt;You stand through the pain&lt;br /&gt;You won't drown&lt;br /&gt;And one day, what's lost can be found&lt;br /&gt;You stand in the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So stand in the rain&lt;br /&gt;Stand your ground&lt;br /&gt;Stand up when it's all crashing down&lt;br /&gt;Stand through the pain&lt;br /&gt;You won't drown&lt;br /&gt;And one day, what's lost can be found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;br /&gt;So stand in the rain&lt;br /&gt;Stand your ground&lt;br /&gt;Stand up when it's all crashing down&lt;br /&gt;You stand through the pain&lt;br /&gt;You won't drown&lt;br /&gt;And one day, what's lost can be found&lt;br /&gt;You stand in the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2naYghOqM0s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2naYghOqM0s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&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/31490696-3882501721413635594?l=hansentimiento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/feeds/3882501721413635594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31490696&amp;postID=3882501721413635594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/3882501721413635594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/3882501721413635594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/2009/06/stand-in-rain-by-superchick.html' title='Stand In The Rain by Superchick'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337120547165272266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SguMPR_IagI/AAAAAAAAIZ4/JWIaXpgWtuc/S220/img_1423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31490696.post-6086649716353533665</id><published>2009-05-20T12:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T12:55:57.103+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bible Quotes'/><title type='text'>Bible Quote: May 20, 2009</title><content type='html'>For your Father knows what you need before you ask Him. Matthew 6:8&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31490696-6086649716353533665?l=hansentimiento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/feeds/6086649716353533665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31490696&amp;postID=6086649716353533665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/6086649716353533665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/6086649716353533665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/2009/05/bible-quote-may-20-2009.html' title='Bible Quote: May 20, 2009'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337120547165272266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SguMPR_IagI/AAAAAAAAIZ4/JWIaXpgWtuc/S220/img_1423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31490696.post-4061948038847680633</id><published>2009-05-19T17:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T18:17:47.038+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song and Lyrics'/><title type='text'>Love Them Like Jesus by Casting Crowns</title><content type='html'>This song is about being in a situation where you don't know what to say to the person who really needs your comfort. With our human nature, we tend to panic and have a tendency  pull away from a friend or a loved one who had a serious problem or an overwhelming trial. We struggled for words of wisdom that is appropriate for the moment but it only lead us to question God's power it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are in this situation, what would do? Casting Crowns' "Love Them Like Jesus" inspires us to love them (the broken individuals) just like Jesus loves us. We don't need to have a lengthy speech, loving them and having their backs is enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The love of her life is drifting away&lt;br /&gt;They're losing the fight for another day&lt;br /&gt;The life that she's known is falling apart&lt;br /&gt;A fatherless home, a child's broken heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're holding her hand, you're straining for words&lt;br /&gt;You trying to make - sense of it all&lt;br /&gt;She's desperate for hope, darkness clouding her view&lt;br /&gt;She's looking to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just love her like Jesus, carry her to Him&lt;br /&gt;His yoke is easy, His burden is light&lt;br /&gt;You don't need the answers to all of life's questions&lt;br /&gt;Just know that He loves her and stay by her side&lt;br /&gt;Love her like Jesus&lt;br /&gt;Love her like Jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gifts lie in wait, in a room painted blue&lt;br /&gt;Little blessing from Heaven would be there soon&lt;br /&gt;Hope fades in the night, blue skies turn to gray&lt;br /&gt;As the little one slips away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're holding her hand, you're straining for words&lt;br /&gt;You're trying to make sense of it all&lt;br /&gt;They're desperate for hope, darkness clouding their view&lt;br /&gt;They're looking to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just love them like Jesus, carry them to Him&lt;br /&gt;His yoke is easy, His burden is light&lt;br /&gt;You don't need the answers to all of life's questions&lt;br /&gt;Just know that He loves them and stay by their side&lt;br /&gt;Love them like Jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord of all creation holds our lives in His hands&lt;br /&gt;The God of all the nations holds our lives in His hands&lt;br /&gt;The Rock of our salvation holds our lives in His hands&lt;br /&gt;He cares for them just as He cares for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So love them like Jesus, love them like Jesus&lt;br /&gt;You don't need the answers to all of life's questions&lt;br /&gt;Just know that He loves them and stay by their side&lt;br /&gt;Love them like Jesus&lt;br /&gt;Love them like Jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FV0BC042Rv4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FV0BC042Rv4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/31490696-4061948038847680633?l=hansentimiento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/feeds/4061948038847680633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31490696&amp;postID=4061948038847680633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/4061948038847680633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/4061948038847680633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/2009/05/love-them-like-jesus-by-casting-crowns.html' title='Love Them Like Jesus by Casting Crowns'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337120547165272266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SguMPR_IagI/AAAAAAAAIZ4/JWIaXpgWtuc/S220/img_1423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31490696.post-4181064498499938904</id><published>2009-05-19T17:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T17:07:27.813+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bible Quotes'/><title type='text'>Bible Quote: May 19, 2009</title><content type='html'>Humble yourselves, therefore, under God's mighty hand, that he may lift you up in due time. Cast all your anxiety on him because he cares for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ 1 Peter 5:6-7,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31490696-4181064498499938904?l=hansentimiento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/feeds/4181064498499938904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31490696&amp;postID=4181064498499938904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/4181064498499938904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/4181064498499938904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/2009/05/bible-quote-may-19-2009.html' title='Bible Quote: May 19, 2009'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337120547165272266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SguMPR_IagI/AAAAAAAAIZ4/JWIaXpgWtuc/S220/img_1423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31490696.post-5815443373617693664</id><published>2008-09-09T17:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T18:09:25.778+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being A Filipino'/><title type='text'>Jay "Bugoy" Bugayan: Deserving PDA Season 2 Grand Star Dreamer</title><content type='html'>I always watch reality shows here in the Philippines but I am not fond of spending some money to vote for them. However, for the Season 2 of Pinoy Dream Academy, I will surely cut a small amount from my daily budget just to vote for Bugoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay Bugayan aka bugoy came from an impoverished family in Camarines Sur. One of Bugoy's dream is to earn a college degree so he payed his tuition through scholarships and earned his pocket money working as janitor, dish washer and other odd jobs. As a farmer's son, he also worked in the farm and sing songs with the cows and birds as his audience. He never took his talent seriously for until one of his friend discovered his singing talent accidentally. His friend heard him singing while cleaning with a mop. Soon, he joined school competitions that led him to try out for PDA. He said that he never auditioned just for himself but it was also for his family and for all the common people who had "small dreams" in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, I don't like Bugoy. He was funny for me. He was good as a recording artist...not as a performer. But as I watched the show every day, my perspective about Bugoy changed. I want him to win in this one big fight. For me, he deserves to win. Here are my reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;He's not perfect but with a small polishing especially in his diction he will be among the top performers in the Philippine industry. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He had a pure heart, I can see it in his actions. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Some say that helping Bugoy is just an act of charity. Yes, if he'll win he'll be a millionaire but we can't deny the fact that he got talent.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bugoy is humble.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Again, let's support Bugoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By posting these banners from &lt;a href="http://forums.abs-cbn.com/3/2924142/ShowThread.aspx"&gt;PDA Forum&lt;/a&gt; in your blogs, sites, etc:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SMZKQij1leI/AAAAAAAAGn4/K98ncNl64Ts/s1600-h/bugoybanner1tj0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SMZKQij1leI/AAAAAAAAGn4/K98ncNl64Ts/s400/bugoybanner1tj0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243960464135001570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SMZKQxDqIvI/AAAAAAAAGoA/7DG_1SzTACA/s1600-h/bugoybanner3zr3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SMZKQxDqIvI/AAAAAAAAGoA/7DG_1SzTACA/s400/bugoybanner3zr3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243960468026565362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Voting through text votes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 1.3em;font-size:15;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;PDA BUGOY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;send it to:&lt;br /&gt;2331 for Globe, Touch Mobile and Sun Subscribers&lt;br /&gt;231 for Smart and Talk n Text Subscribers&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By &lt;a href="http://s2b.pinoydreamacademy.ph/tabid/57/Default.aspx"&gt;voting online&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurry! Vote now...the Grand Dream Night will be this coming Sunday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31490696-5815443373617693664?l=hansentimiento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/feeds/5815443373617693664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31490696&amp;postID=5815443373617693664' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/5815443373617693664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/5815443373617693664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/2008/09/jay-bugoy-bugayan-deserving-pda-season.html' title='Jay &quot;Bugoy&quot; Bugayan: Deserving PDA Season 2 Grand Star Dreamer'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337120547165272266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SguMPR_IagI/AAAAAAAAIZ4/JWIaXpgWtuc/S220/img_1423.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SMZKQij1leI/AAAAAAAAGn4/K98ncNl64Ts/s72-c/bugoybanner1tj0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31490696.post-4335864539033315736</id><published>2008-06-30T16:59:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:40:38.442+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>My Personal Experience with Typhoon Frank</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last June 21, Typhoon Frank (international name: Fengshen) hit and battered Iloilo City, heavily affected the province’s 42 towns. Around 80% of the city went underwater affecting 48,836 families and the district of Jaro (where I, my sister, and my cousins live) was submerged because the water level reached a height of 2 meters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has his or her own version of  "Baha" (Flood) story... and here goes mine (I hope the pictures reflect the calamity that we had overcome):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were having a good sleep when somebody knocked on our door. It was one of our boardmates, she said: Ate, may tubig na sa kwarto! (Big Sister, the water has entered our room!) My sister (Aying), my cousin (Rophe) and I immediately jumped out of our beds and grabbed the things that we can save. However, the rain didn't stop and the water reached the second floor of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SHr1s6rRJFI/AAAAAAAAEIo/foKMoIcao7U/s1600-h/15.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SHr1s6rRJFI/AAAAAAAAEIo/foKMoIcao7U/s320/15.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222756869903295570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, the house had a ceiling. Thank God, it didn't collapse. Imagine...all the things that we were able to save were placed here and 11 of us stayed here for almost 3 days and 3 nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SHr4AAu8AoI/AAAAAAAAEKQ/MRJmxpTEWlI/s1600-h/DSC01038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SHr4AAu8AoI/AAAAAAAAEKQ/MRJmxpTEWlI/s320/DSC01038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222759396970070658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SHr4AJj2ZLI/AAAAAAAAEKI/JbgW1LxBh70/s1600-h/DSC01023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SHr4AJj2ZLI/AAAAAAAAEKI/JbgW1LxBh70/s320/DSC01023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222759399339484338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the second day of the flood, we checked our rooms and we found some clothes, shoes, and slippers that were soaked in the mud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SHr3JMazARI/AAAAAAAAEJY/VOarxth04w4/s1600-h/16.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SHr3JMazARI/AAAAAAAAEJY/VOarxth04w4/s320/16.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222758455214014738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SHr4ATujcFI/AAAAAAAAEKY/G8swXPnGJzo/s1600-h/DSC01077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SHr4ATujcFI/AAAAAAAAEKY/G8swXPnGJzo/s320/DSC01077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222759402068734034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the things that helped us lived through that traumatic experience...the well and the stove..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SHr3_9Q7XZI/AAAAAAAAEJ4/fIJ9cEZzFUk/s1600-h/12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SHr3_9Q7XZI/AAAAAAAAEJ4/fIJ9cEZzFUk/s320/12.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222759396038892946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SHr3I7uAfqI/AAAAAAAAEJQ/RhBA0RGy13c/s1600-h/7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SHr3I7uAfqI/AAAAAAAAEJQ/RhBA0RGy13c/s320/7.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222758450731187874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frank destroyed some parts of the house. We can't even use some of our kitchen utensils.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SHr1tIDME4I/AAAAAAAAEI4/H4iaFYpk9_Y/s1600-h/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SHr1tIDME4I/AAAAAAAAEI4/H4iaFYpk9_Y/s320/3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222756873493287810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SHr1taiBHyI/AAAAAAAAEJI/DUc8XjASNgo/s1600-h/5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SHr1taiBHyI/AAAAAAAAEJI/DUc8XjASNgo/s320/5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222756878454431522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture of the ceiling during daytime. It's good to have some spare clothes... shoes... slippers even though they don't have pairs now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SHr3JdkdeUI/AAAAAAAAEJo/OF45o-vWhtg/s1600-h/10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SHr3JdkdeUI/AAAAAAAAEJo/OF45o-vWhtg/s320/10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222758459817949506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SHr3JvHjOuI/AAAAAAAAEJw/L3c2LUiwOsA/s1600-h/11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SHr3JvHjOuI/AAAAAAAAEJw/L3c2LUiwOsA/s320/11.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222758464528530146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the water subsided, we immediately wash our clothes and clean the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SHr1tP1MhDI/AAAAAAAAEIw/yZRePOkR9Qc/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SHr1tP1MhDI/AAAAAAAAEIw/yZRePOkR9Qc/s320/1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222756875582080050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SHr3__J_raI/AAAAAAAAEKA/eM5yavF57-c/s1600-h/18.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SHr3__J_raI/AAAAAAAAEKA/eM5yavF57-c/s320/18.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222759396546686370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I appeared only once in these photos because I was the photographer.&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/31490696-4335864539033315736?l=hansentimiento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/feeds/4335864539033315736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31490696&amp;postID=4335864539033315736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/4335864539033315736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/4335864539033315736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-personal-experience-with-typhoon.html' title='My Personal Experience with Typhoon Frank'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337120547165272266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SguMPR_IagI/AAAAAAAAIZ4/JWIaXpgWtuc/S220/img_1423.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SHr1s6rRJFI/AAAAAAAAEIo/foKMoIcao7U/s72-c/15.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31490696.post-2701382419751308601</id><published>2008-06-20T16:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:40:38.519+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hobby'/><title type='text'>Second Childhood?</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all coming back to me now...I mean my obsession to "The Little Mermaid" Disney character. I had saved a copy of the movie, downloaded a wallpaper and my ym icon showed Ariel. Honestly, I don't know why I'm so hooked with the mermaid characters. All I know is that I really loved Ariel, the way she swim and the way she sing "Part of Your World". In fact, Donna and I keep on singing it again and again as we worked on our respective tasks. It seems that we can relate to the song's lyrics: " Bright young women..sick of swimming..ready to stand..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SFtsbbjjC_I/AAAAAAAAEBA/vX1HNE_vGeI/s1600-h/mermaid_icon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SFtsbbjjC_I/AAAAAAAAEBA/vX1HNE_vGeI/s400/mermaid_icon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213880212120603634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/31490696-2701382419751308601?l=hansentimiento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/feeds/2701382419751308601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31490696&amp;postID=2701382419751308601' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/2701382419751308601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/2701382419751308601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/2008/06/second-childhood.html' title='Second Childhood?'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337120547165272266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SguMPR_IagI/AAAAAAAAIZ4/JWIaXpgWtuc/S220/img_1423.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SFtsbbjjC_I/AAAAAAAAEBA/vX1HNE_vGeI/s72-c/mermaid_icon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31490696.post-8608927309460650609</id><published>2008-05-30T17:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:40:38.859+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Featuring....Twilight by Stephenie Meyer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SD_G5ohi5KI/AAAAAAAAD5w/YZD06AfTY-8/s1600-h/twilight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SD_G5ohi5KI/AAAAAAAAD5w/YZD06AfTY-8/s400/twilight.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206098387696542882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I must admit, I love books and that makes me one of the certified bookworms in this world. I started to read novels when I was in 5th Grade and as I aged I can’t stop loving my favorite pastime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the stories/novels I have read, I chose to feature (in this post) the most recent book I borrowed from my officemate. This book was entitled “Twilight”. It is a young adult vampire novel authored by Stephenie Meyer that was originally published in 2005. It is the genesis of the four Twilight saga with New Moon, Eclipse, and Breaking Dawn as the 2nd, 3rd, and 4th novels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The story began when Isabella Swan, known as Bella, moves from sunny Phoenix, Arizona to rainy Forks, Washington to live with her father, Charlie, so that her mother, Renée, can travel with her new husband, Phil Dwyer, a minor league baseball player. Even though she never had many friends in Phoenix, Bella quickly discovers she is the new subject of curiosity at her new school in Forks where she is quickly befriended by several students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Bella sits next to Edward Cullen in Biology class on her first day of school, he displays extreme animosity towards her. This leads Bella to believe that he dislikes her. However, his attitude towards her soon begins to change. He displays supernatural abilities while saving Bella from being hit by an out-of-control van that is about to crush her into another car. Bella confronts him about the strangeness of the situation, but he refuses to talk about it. As time passes, Bella and Edward are repeatedly drawn to one another, even though Edward desperately tries to stay away in order to keep her out of the danger that he will likely put her in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella eventually learns from her friend Jacob Black of the Quileute tribe and her own observations that Edward and his family are "vegetarian" vampires who drink animal blood rather than human blood. Despite of this, Edward and Bella fall deeply in love. Their foremost problem is Bella's "alluring scent", which makes it difficult for Edward to restrain himself from killing her. However, despite this and Bella's strange knack for constantly landing herself in dangerous situations, they manage to stay together safely for a time being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blissful state of affairs is thrown into chaos when another vampire coven sweeps into Forks and James, a tracker, sets his sights on Bella. Under the assumption that James has kidnapped her mother, Bella is lured to her former dance studio, where James attacks her. Edward, along with the rest of the Cullen family, rescues Bella before James can kill her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Twilight is being adapted into a film by Summit Entertainment. The film is being directed by Catherine Hardwicke and stars Kristen Stewart and Robert Pattinson as Isabella Swan and Edward Cullen. It is set to be released on December 12, 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s some of the never-forgotten quotes from the story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When life offers you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a dream so far beyond&lt;/span&gt; any of your expectations &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;its not reasonable to grief when it comes to an end&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What if you sincerely believed something was true but you were dead wrong? What if you were so stubbornly sure that you were right that you wouldn't even consider the truth? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Would the truth be silent or would it try to break through?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'd never given much thought to how I would die--though I'd had reason enough in the last few months--but even if I had, I would not have imagined it like this."&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;"'And so the lion fell in love with the lamb...,' he murmured. I looked away, hiding my eyes as I thrilled to the word.&lt;br /&gt;'What a stupid lamb,' I sighed.&lt;br /&gt;'What a sick, masochistic lion.'"&lt;br /&gt;   -- Edward and Bella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If I could dream at all, it would be about you. And I'm not ashamed of it."&lt;br /&gt;   -- Edward&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31490696-8608927309460650609?l=hansentimiento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/feeds/8608927309460650609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31490696&amp;postID=8608927309460650609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/8608927309460650609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/8608927309460650609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/2008/05/featuringtwilight-by-stephenie-meyer.html' title='Featuring....Twilight by Stephenie Meyer'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337120547165272266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SguMPR_IagI/AAAAAAAAIZ4/JWIaXpgWtuc/S220/img_1423.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SD_G5ohi5KI/AAAAAAAAD5w/YZD06AfTY-8/s72-c/twilight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31490696.post-9051344666377842213</id><published>2008-04-30T16:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:40:38.984+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>The Believers, The Atheists and FAITH</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SBrb6JGfuBI/AAAAAAAADqo/V9DgJKeb-KI/s1600-h/faith.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SBrb6JGfuBI/AAAAAAAADqo/V9DgJKeb-KI/s400/faith.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195706912047347730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I don't normally participate in our office's online forum. I only visit the forum during my spare time. Months ago, as I was doing my usual reading my attention was caught by the signature of one of my colleagues. It's a qoute from Epicurus.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Is God willing to prevent evil but not able? Then he is not omnipotent. Is he able, but not willing? Then he is Malevolent. Is he both able and willing? Then hence cometh evil? Is he neither able nor willing? Then why call him God?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe it is in our human nature to ask and question God. It is a natural reaction to complain in times of distraught and hopelessness for complaining is the easiest way to handle uncomfortable circumstances. Sometimes we have our own disappointments with God that lead us to doubt His kingship and power. It can cause dilemma that can be compared to the "egg or chicken" dilemma; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"who came first, the chicken or the egg". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends if you have any doubts regarding God's will and existence, take time to read the following conversation. Maybe you have already read it somewhere and maybe it's too long for you. But I can assure you, it's worth your time and effort. Here it goes.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;An Atheist Professor of Philosophy speaks to his Class on the Problem Science has with GOD, the ALMIGHTY.&lt;br /&gt;He asks one of his New Christian Students to stand and....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor : You are a Christian, aren't you, son ?&lt;br /&gt;Student    : Yes, sir.&lt;br /&gt;Professor : So you Believe in GOD ?&lt;br /&gt;Student    : Absolutely, sir.&lt;br /&gt;Professor : Is GOD Good ?&lt;br /&gt;Student    : Sure.&lt;br /&gt;Professor : Is GOD ALL - POWERFUL ?&lt;br /&gt;Student    : Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Professor : My Brother died of Cancer even though he Prayed to GOD to Heal him.&lt;br /&gt;             Most of us would attempt to help others who are ill.&lt;br /&gt;             But GOD didn't.&lt;br /&gt;             How is this GOD good then? Hmm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Student is silent )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor : You can't answer, can you ?&lt;br /&gt;             Let's start again, Young Fella.&lt;br /&gt;             Is GOD Good?&lt;br /&gt;Student    : Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Professor : Is Satan good ?&lt;br /&gt;Student    : No.&lt;br /&gt;Professor : Where does Satan come from?&lt;br /&gt;Student    : From . . . GOD . . .&lt;br /&gt;Professor : That's right.&lt;br /&gt;             Tell me son, is there evil in this World?&lt;br /&gt;Student    : Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Professor : Evil is everywhere, isn't it ?&lt;br /&gt;             And GOD did make everything. Correct?&lt;br /&gt;Student    : Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Professor : So who created evil ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Student does not answer )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor : Is there Sickness? Immorality? Hatred? Ugliness?&lt;br /&gt;             All these terrible things exist in the World, don't they?&lt;br /&gt;Student    : Yes, sir.&lt;br /&gt;Professor : So, who Created them ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Student has no answer )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor : Science says you have 5 Senses you use to Identify and Observe the World around you.&lt;br /&gt;             Tell me, son . . . Have you ever Seen GOD?&lt;br /&gt;Student    : No, sir.&lt;br /&gt;Professor : Tell us if you have ever Heard your GOD ?&lt;br /&gt;Student    : No , sir.&lt;br /&gt;Professor : Have you ever Felt your GOD, Tasted your GOD, Smelt your GOD ?&lt;br /&gt;                           Have you ever had any Sensory Perception of GOD for that matter?&lt;br /&gt;Student    : No, sir. I'm afraid I haven't.&lt;br /&gt;Professor : Yet you still Believe in HIM ?&lt;br /&gt;Student    : Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Professor : According to Empirical, Testable, Demonstrable Protocol, Science says your GOD doesn't exist.&lt;br /&gt;             What do you say to that, son?&lt;br /&gt;Student    : Nothing. I only have my Faith.&lt;br /&gt;Professor : Yes. Faith and that is the Problem Science has.&lt;br /&gt;Student    : Professor, is there such a thing as Heat?&lt;br /&gt;Professor : Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Student    : And is there such a thing as Cold?&lt;br /&gt;Professor : Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Student    : No sir. There isn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( The Lecture Theatre becomes very quiet with this turn of events )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student    : Sir, you can have Lots of Heat, even More Heat, Superheat, Mega Heat, White Heat,&lt;br /&gt;             a Little Heat or No Heat.&lt;br /&gt;             But we don't have anything called Cold.&lt;br /&gt;             We can hit 458 Degrees below Zero which is No Heat, but we can't go any further after that.&lt;br /&gt;             There is no such thing as Cold.&lt;br /&gt;             Cold is only a Word we use to describe the Absence of Heat.&lt;br /&gt;             We cannot Measure Cold.&lt;br /&gt;             Heat is Energy.&lt;br /&gt;             Cold is Not the Opposite of Heat, sir, just the Absence of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( There is Pin - Drop Silence in the Lecture Theatre )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student    : What about Darkness, Professor? Is there such a thing as Darkness?&lt;br /&gt;Professor : Yes. What is Night if there isn't Darkness?&lt;br /&gt;Student    : You're wrong again, sir.&lt;br /&gt;             Darkness is the Absence of Something.&lt;br /&gt;             You can have Low Light, Normal Light, Bright Light, Flashing Light . . .&lt;br /&gt;             But if you have No Light constantly, you have nothing and its called Darkness, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;             In reality, Darkness isn't.&lt;br /&gt;             If it is, were you would be able to make Darkness Darker, wouldn't you?&lt;br /&gt;Professor : So what is the point you are making, Young Man ?&lt;br /&gt;Student    : Sir, my point is your Philosophical Premise is flawed.&lt;br /&gt;Professor : Flawed ? Can you explain how?&lt;br /&gt;Student    : Sir, you are working on the Premise of Duality.&lt;br /&gt;             You argue there is Life and then there is Death, a Good GOD and a Bad GOD.&lt;br /&gt;             You are viewing the Concept of GOD as something finite, something we can measure.&lt;br /&gt;             Sir, Science can't even explain a Thought.&lt;br /&gt;             It uses Electricity and Magnetism, but has never seen, much less fully understood either one.&lt;br /&gt;             To view Death as the Opposite of Life is to be ignorant of the fact that&lt;br /&gt;             Death cannot exist as a Substantive Thing.&lt;br /&gt;             Death is Not the Opposite of Life: just the Absence of it.&lt;br /&gt;             Now tell me, Professor, do you teach your Students that they evolved from a Monkey?&lt;br /&gt;Professor : If you are referring to the Natural Evolutionary Process, yes, of course, I do.&lt;br /&gt;Student    : Have you ever observed Evolution with your own eyes, sir?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( The Professor shakes his head with a Smile, beginning to realize where the Argument is going )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student    : Since no one has ever observed the Process of Evolution at work and&lt;br /&gt;             cannot even prove that this Process is an on - Going Endeavor,&lt;br /&gt;             are you not Teaching your Opinion, sir?&lt;br /&gt;             Are you not a Scientist but a Preacher?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( The Class is in Uproar )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student    : Is there anyone in the Class who has ever seen the Professor's Brain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( The Class breaks out into Laughter )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student    : Is there anyone here who has ever heard the Professor's Brain, Felt it, touched or Smelt it? . . .&lt;br /&gt;             No one appears to have done so.&lt;br /&gt;             So, according to the Established Rules of Empirical, Stable, Demonstrable Protocol, Science says that&lt;br /&gt;             you have No Brain, sir.&lt;br /&gt;             With all due respect, sir, how do we then Trust you're Lectures, sir?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( The Room is Silent. The Professor stares at the Student, his face unfathomable)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor : I guess you'll have to take them on Faith, son.&lt;br /&gt;Student    : That is it sir . . .&lt;br /&gt;             the Link between Man &amp;amp; GOD is FAITH.&lt;br /&gt;             That is all that Keeps Things Moving &amp;amp; Alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Remember: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you have faith as a grain of mustard seed, you will say to this mountain, Be moved from this place to that; and it will be moved; and nothing will be impossible to you.&lt;/span&gt;  ~Matt. 17:20&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/31490696-9051344666377842213?l=hansentimiento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/feeds/9051344666377842213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31490696&amp;postID=9051344666377842213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/9051344666377842213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/9051344666377842213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/2008/04/believers-and-atheists.html' title='The Believers, The Atheists and FAITH'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337120547165272266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SguMPR_IagI/AAAAAAAAIZ4/JWIaXpgWtuc/S220/img_1423.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SBrb6JGfuBI/AAAAAAAADqo/V9DgJKeb-KI/s72-c/faith.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31490696.post-1080081704968387945</id><published>2008-04-15T14:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:40:39.100+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religion'/><title type='text'>Don Moen’s "Worship and Revival Concert Tour"  in Iloilo</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SARYx0lXCkI/AAAAAAAADZg/fl7qUYdoHOA/s1600-h/DSC00805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SARYx0lXCkI/AAAAAAAADZg/fl7qUYdoHOA/s320/DSC00805.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189370283589831234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Known for his many inspirational songs such as "God Will Make A Way," "Give Thanks,"  "God is Good All the Time" and "Thank You Lord," Don Moen is a famous songwriter and performer who gained success with his praise &amp;amp; worship songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have known him since I was in gradeschool and that's before the Hillsong generation. I was so excited when I heard the news that Don Moen will be having a concert here in Iloilo for at last I will be able to see him personally  and hear his songs live. It will be once in a lifetime experience for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week before the concert, I decided to dumped my idea of buying a ticket for the concert due to lack of money. But where God guides, He provides so I was able to acquire a ticket courtesy of John.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, last April 10 at 7:00 pm I was at Don Moen’s "Worship and Revival Concert Tour". I had a great time. It was a spirit-filled evening of praise and worship as God's believers unite in prayer for God’s grace and spiritual revival. It was comforting to know that no matter who you are and what you have done, God is always there for you and me because He never slumbers and He never sleeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the songs that Don Moen sung that night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/pl/tUVn5U5Xdt/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/pl/tUVn5U5Xdt/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="340" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite was his version of Hillsong's Still. I hope I could go to Hillsong's concert in Manila this May 26.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31490696-1080081704968387945?l=hansentimiento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/feeds/1080081704968387945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31490696&amp;postID=1080081704968387945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/1080081704968387945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/1080081704968387945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/2008/04/don-moens-worship-and-revival-concert.html' title='Don Moen’s &quot;Worship and Revival Concert Tour&quot;  in Iloilo'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337120547165272266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SguMPR_IagI/AAAAAAAAIZ4/JWIaXpgWtuc/S220/img_1423.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SARYx0lXCkI/AAAAAAAADZg/fl7qUYdoHOA/s72-c/DSC00805.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31490696.post-5846904356377835643</id><published>2008-04-04T15:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:40:39.395+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Friday Sickness</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Occurrence: every Friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Symptoms: bored to death, drowsiness, brain dead, always looking on the wall clock, low morale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Findings:&lt;br /&gt;I am having this Friday sickness. It's some sort of psychological feeling that I have before the week ends. It seems that I am not capable of thinking and every single minute spent in front of my pc results to boredom. The hours seem to be too long and at times I want to speed it up..if only I can do some magic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so stupid. I know that there's an antidote for this sickness but I prefer not to do it. Just like what I am saying to Donna (friend, seat mate, teammate), maybe I am a masochist. I have the power to things the present circumstances but I allowed other forces to dominate. But I just can't do it now...it's not easy to change a career if you're working in order to live. Maybe some day...when the right time comes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/R_Xe9bA-PZI/AAAAAAAADRI/3fF4JN71_4Y/s1600-h/angry+employee.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/R_Xe9bA-PZI/AAAAAAAADRI/3fF4JN71_4Y/s400/angry+employee.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185295692792216978" 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/31490696-5846904356377835643?l=hansentimiento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/feeds/5846904356377835643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31490696&amp;postID=5846904356377835643' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/5846904356377835643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/5846904356377835643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/2008/04/friday-sickness.html' title='Friday Sickness'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337120547165272266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SguMPR_IagI/AAAAAAAAIZ4/JWIaXpgWtuc/S220/img_1423.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/R_Xe9bA-PZI/AAAAAAAADRI/3fF4JN71_4Y/s72-c/angry+employee.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31490696.post-8048435612494064101</id><published>2008-02-07T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T14:06:30.250+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>I Am A Teenager At Heart</title><content type='html'>Pausing for another break, I took another online quiz. This time it's about "What Age Do You Act?". I know I am childish oftentimes and always not acting my age. My mom would always complain about it . But what can I do? I am young at heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, here's the result...and it's true....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Act Like You Are 19 Years Old&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatagequiz/teen.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a teenager at heart. You don't quite feel like a grown up yet, but you don't feel like a kid.&lt;br /&gt;You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're quite rebellious, and you don't like being told what to do. You like to do things your way.&lt;br /&gt;You have your own unique style, taste in music, and outlook on life.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatagequiz/"&gt;What Age Do You Act?&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/31490696-8048435612494064101?l=hansentimiento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/feeds/8048435612494064101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31490696&amp;postID=8048435612494064101' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/8048435612494064101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/8048435612494064101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-am-teenager-at-heart.html' title='I Am A Teenager At Heart'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337120547165272266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SguMPR_IagI/AAAAAAAAIZ4/JWIaXpgWtuc/S220/img_1423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31490696.post-1112917632885116084</id><published>2008-02-04T14:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T14:31:28.610+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><title type='text'>My Job Dissatisfaction Level - Just For Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of the blue, I just typed in the following keywords in the Google search tab: "when to quit a job". Looking on the search results, one item woke my curiosity. It's an online quiz that helps you decide if you should quit your job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the quiz and I was not that surprised with the results. Honestly, I know this would come along especially with what happened in the past weeks. It really made me laugh...ha!ha!ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Job Dissatisfaction Level is 71%&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/shouldyouquityourjobquiz/job-4.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your job is a total bummer, and probably the worst job you've ever had.&lt;br /&gt;Your co-workers stink. Your boss is a jerk. And your company is probably in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;Think about finding a new job quickly, even if it's just a not-so-great transition job.&lt;br /&gt;You've got to get out of there as quickly as you can!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/shouldyouquityourjobquiz/"&gt;Should You Quit Your Job?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I created this post just for fun and I hope people (esp my coworkers) would not misinterpret it. It's a fact that our minds work in different level: below sea level or above sea level...wahahaha...Friends, you should take this test.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31490696-1112917632885116084?l=hansentimiento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/feeds/1112917632885116084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31490696&amp;postID=1112917632885116084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/1112917632885116084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/1112917632885116084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-job-dissatisfaction-level-just-for.html' title='My Job Dissatisfaction Level - Just For Fun'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337120547165272266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SguMPR_IagI/AAAAAAAAIZ4/JWIaXpgWtuc/S220/img_1423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31490696.post-7591706919187586911</id><published>2007-12-18T10:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T10:50:42.732+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>The Essence of Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;It's seven days before Christmas! We are all busy for the biggest celebration of the year. Christmas trees, colorful lights, boxes of presents, bulk of grocery items for the Christmas feast or noche buena. We were all too much concerned with ourselves and we seemed to forget other people..people who were "less-fortunate" compared to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lask week, I had learned so many lessons about contentment in life. I am always complaining that life is so tiresome and boring. I was so worried about Christmas expenses: tickets for going home, credit card charges, gifts etc. I forgot that my concerns were too nonsense compared with concerns of other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Christmas, may we know and see it's true essence through the eyes of the lowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song below was entitled Paraiso, a filipino term for paradise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;The lyrics speak of a dark and    dreary environment where scavengers are free to make what they get from    the garbage pile. But that does not make them any less free to imagine,    any less free to hope, and any less free to dream. This is an    inspirational song that was dedicated by Ryan Cayabyab not only to marginalized folks    but especially to young people who have hopes and dreams of a better    future. The song &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;won the grand prize at the 1992 Tokyo Pop Music Festival.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Paraiso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;   Return to a land called Paraiso,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;   a place where a dying river ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;   No birds there fly over Paraiso,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;   no space allows them to endure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;   The smoke that screens the air,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;   the grass that's never there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;   And if I could see a single bird, what a joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;   I try to write some words and create&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;   a simple song to be heard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;   by the rest of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;   I live in this land called Paraiso,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;   in a house made of cardboard floors and walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;   I learned to be free in Paraiso,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;   free to claim anything I see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;   Matching rags for my clothes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;   plastic bags for the cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;   And if empty cans were all I have, what a joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;   I never fight to take someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;   else's coins and live with fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;   like the rest of the boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;   Paraiso, help me make a stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;   Paraiso, take me by the hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;   Paraiso, make the world understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;   that if I could see a single bird, what a joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;   This tired and hungry land could expect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;   some truth and hope and respect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;   from the rest of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="font-family: arial;" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/O7P89qom2N4&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/O7P89qom2N4&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;This post is dedicated to Joboy. The boy we met a week ago. We had the chance to listen to his life story and his life is not far from what we have seen in the video. To Joboy, may you not lost hope...I cannot forget smile in your face when ran home with your chickenjoy.&lt;/span&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/31490696-7591706919187586911?l=hansentimiento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/feeds/7591706919187586911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31490696&amp;postID=7591706919187586911' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/7591706919187586911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/7591706919187586911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/2007/12/essence-of-christmas.html' title='The Essence of Christmas'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337120547165272266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SguMPR_IagI/AAAAAAAAIZ4/JWIaXpgWtuc/S220/img_1423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31490696.post-7475456605039884507</id><published>2007-12-14T14:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:40:40.982+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>The Bestest Birthday I Ever Had</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned 24 last November 30. I felt so old and a little bit tired of my self. Indeed, life is full of surprises. I celebrated my birthday at Boracay in lieu with  the Promet's Global Event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Checkout these pictures that reflect the great I had on that day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/R2IqRpLZUSI/AAAAAAAACGM/UL_6bGGx1dc/s1600-h/DSC01208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/R2IqRpLZUSI/AAAAAAAACGM/UL_6bGGx1dc/s400/DSC01208.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143720207010320674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was offering a peace sign for the world..I had bulging eyebags! I can't accept the fact that I am 24 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/R2IqRZLZURI/AAAAAAAACGE/PWZOpQaOqJg/s1600-h/sandcastle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/R2IqRZLZURI/AAAAAAAACGE/PWZOpQaOqJg/s400/sandcastle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143720202715353362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Radiating a smile with the beautiful sunset and enjoying the Boracay's sandcastles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/R2IrIJLZUTI/AAAAAAAACGU/Mbdhqz_pToc/s1600-h/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/R2IrIJLZUTI/AAAAAAAACGU/Mbdhqz_pToc/s400/3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143721143313191218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonding with my teammates while filling our stomachs with 'eat all you can' Mongolian food. It's nice to see the faces behind their intriguing IM avatars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/R2IqRZLZUQI/AAAAAAAACF8/NwMBhfC3Drs/s1600-h/jamaican.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/R2IqRZLZUQI/AAAAAAAACF8/NwMBhfC3Drs/s400/jamaican.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143720202715353346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chatting around in a Jamaican ambiance. It's really a beachy setting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/R2IqRJLZUPI/AAAAAAAACF0/sQynoFPVUzQ/s1600-h/marie%26me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/R2IqRJLZUPI/AAAAAAAACF0/sQynoFPVUzQ/s400/marie%26me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143720198420386034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posing with Marie with the fire dancer in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/R2IrIZLZUUI/AAAAAAAACGc/EPqaKpHaZS8/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/R2IrIZLZUUI/AAAAAAAACGc/EPqaKpHaZS8/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143721147608158530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our swimming outfits! I can't stand to were bikinis so I prefer printed red shorts and midnight blue top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/R2IrIZLZUVI/AAAAAAAACGk/jfB7_6BZ6Mw/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/R2IrIZLZUVI/AAAAAAAACGk/jfB7_6BZ6Mw/s400/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143721147608158546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Killing the time with island hopping activity. I can't stand the big waves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/R2IrIpLZUXI/AAAAAAAACG0/ASApHBeixrk/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/R2IrIpLZUXI/AAAAAAAACG0/ASApHBeixrk/s400/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143721151903125874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's swimming time. I run the race...Boracay is beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/R2IqRJLZUOI/AAAAAAAACFs/syY-TsKMSOQ/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/R2IqRJLZUOI/AAAAAAAACFs/syY-TsKMSOQ/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143720198420386018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White sand, clear and steady waters and beautiful sun, what more can I ask for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/R2IrIpLZUWI/AAAAAAAACGs/GpacSoOXtpw/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/R2IrIpLZUWI/AAAAAAAACGs/GpacSoOXtpw/s400/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143721151903125858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first ever banana boat ride. Woohooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* All expenses were paid by the company, isn't it great?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31490696-7475456605039884507?l=hansentimiento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/feeds/7475456605039884507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31490696&amp;postID=7475456605039884507' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/7475456605039884507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/7475456605039884507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/2007/12/bestest-birthday-i-ever-had.html' title='The Bestest Birthday I Ever Had'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337120547165272266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SguMPR_IagI/AAAAAAAAIZ4/JWIaXpgWtuc/S220/img_1423.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/R2IqRpLZUSI/AAAAAAAACGM/UL_6bGGx1dc/s72-c/DSC01208.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31490696.post-6740774290640323310</id><published>2007-11-13T12:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T12:38:32.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Love DIES....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was 15 , when I first saw the spark in him. I've known him since our freshmen days, but it was during  that year when I felt something special for him. I would say he was definitely a hearthob. He stole the hearts of many girls but it took him 2 years to have mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was the kindest guy I’ve ever met. With those expressive eyes and warm smile, he simply took my breath away. But my young and restless heart knew that he could never be mine. He was just someone I can admire from a distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I sign on my classmates' autographs, I marked his initials on the question, ‘who is your crush?’ I even used codenames just to keep my little secret. I wrote some forgotten poems at the back of my notebooks just to express the feelings I kept inside. But these never made me a good writer nor a poet. But a damsel with a story to tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My classmates in high school, even in college already heard same old story. I was consistent and never hid that precious feeling. ‘I shall return!’ I told myself when I decided to study here in Iloilo City . I’m preparing for my future. I need to obtain a degree, to prove that I am something. Naive girls have wild dreams, dreams that were far too high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas! The most unexpected thing happened. After spending a year in college, a miracle occurred. A sort of "mutual understanding" relationship occured between the two of us. It's not too deep, but who cares? At least I had a chance to know that he liked me. I used the word "liked" for I think it's the most appropriate thing to described it. One thing is for sure, he doesn't love me. For if it's love, then he would pursue his feelings for me. He would not have those silly excuses such as: we were young, he's not ready for a relationship, he was mending his heart because his first love had hurt him, and we were far from each other. 'Time can tell' was the last phrase he said to me when we said our goodbyes (the semestral break was over).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hurt. My high hopes were turned upside down. I hated him. From then on, I decided to spend my semestral breaks in Iloilo. I dreaded the day when I'll gonna see him. For the wound never stopped hurting and my heart was ripping every time I think of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I hoped for fairytale to come true. I lived with it. I prayed, wished, and hoped that it will be him, the only man I can spend the rest of my life with. But fate had its own way. I met somebody else. I don't know it was my true love at that time. And there I was nursing my scarred heart with somebody else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years had passed. Although I had been struggling against all odds for a new relationship I can say that I was glad I found love in the arms of my boyfriend (we've been together for almost 5 yrs now). When I thought that I was over with my first love, I received a shocking news from my bestfriend. He will be married to another girl (I don't know who she is) and worst, the girl was already pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazingly, I felt painless. I felt nothing. I didn't know how to react. Perhaps it was purely "shocked". Some concerned loved ones (my mom and my bestfriend) even called me for they were worried. They didn't know that I was really over him. That I have found true love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five years had been spent minding our own lives. Moving on. We haven't seen each other or talked each other. I guess I can't tell you what I'll feel if I'll be face to face with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has blessed me with so many things. All the pains I've been through was never been in vain. I reminisced it with gladness. Indeed the saying is true, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;first love dies when true love comes&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Only memories remain.&lt;/span&gt; I kept his handsome image in my heart and in mind but I was afraid that I can no longer paint his face once I close my eyes. All I have longed for was to bridge the gap ang rekindle the friendship we once shared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned that everything has its right time. Learned the virtue of patience (in terms of loving). I learned that everything has its right time. Learned the virtue of waiting. We may not get all our heart’s desires but God knows what’s best for us; and surrounds us with enough love to understand and appreciate all His plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, time has told us that we'll be better off as friends. I may not have him but I have my true love. First love may not be the true love. God is the best matchmaker of all times. No one can beat Him. Do you agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Someday,  someone will walk into your life and make you realize why it never worked out with anyone else.....&lt;/span&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/31490696-6740774290640323310?l=hansentimiento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/feeds/6740774290640323310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31490696&amp;postID=6740774290640323310' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/6740774290640323310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/6740774290640323310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/2007/11/first-love-dies.html' title='First Love DIES....'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337120547165272266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SguMPR_IagI/AAAAAAAAIZ4/JWIaXpgWtuc/S220/img_1423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31490696.post-6887516193136224258</id><published>2007-10-23T15:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:40:41.178+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Are You Happy With Your Job?</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your level of career satisfaction? Could it be improved? Do you dislike your workplace but enjoy your work? Is your current career a good fit, or is it time for something new?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day, thousands of people make a life-changing career decision. Everyone deserves a career that is truly enjoyable. However, many people do not attempt to find their best career due to fear and anxiety over leaving the "comfort zone" of their current work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to my research, to test your job happiness you should answer these questions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do you look forward to Monday mornings?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do you enjoy telling others about your job?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do you get excited about new projects at work?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Is your salary at the level you deserve?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Would you apply for your current (or last) job again?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;If you answered "no" to any of these questions, it's time to take control of your future happiness and make some significant career improvements in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another test to take:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" name="flashplayer" src="http://www.funquizcards.com/quiz/quizzes/are-you-happy-with-your-job.swf" quality="high" swliveconnect="true" allowscriptaccess="samedomain" height="383" width="450"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="new" href="http://www.funquizcards.com/"&gt;Free Fun Quizzes at FunQuizCards.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;embed name="flashplayer" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" swliveconnect="true" allowscriptaccess="never" height="1" width="1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After taking these tests, I found out that definitely, I am not happy with my job. However, I can't resign immediately. I know someday I can wake up excited and energized by the thought of my work, anticipating the day's activities with a smile on my face. "Others have jobs they love, why not me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Don't torture your soul with the WRONG career!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/Rx2gcatR-qI/AAAAAAAABzo/ZvtIGxWdsX8/s1600-h/job-satisfaction.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/Rx2gcatR-qI/AAAAAAAABzo/ZvtIGxWdsX8/s400/job-satisfaction.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124428361083517602" 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/31490696-6887516193136224258?l=hansentimiento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/feeds/6887516193136224258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31490696&amp;postID=6887516193136224258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/6887516193136224258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/6887516193136224258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/2007/10/are-you-happy-with-your-job.html' title='Are You Happy With Your Job?'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337120547165272266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SguMPR_IagI/AAAAAAAAIZ4/JWIaXpgWtuc/S220/img_1423.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/Rx2gcatR-qI/AAAAAAAABzo/ZvtIGxWdsX8/s72-c/job-satisfaction.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31490696.post-4552163590011357872</id><published>2007-10-12T13:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T15:55:17.823+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><title type='text'>In Life, Miracles Do Happen...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"When you have nothing left but God, then you'll realize that God is enough".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read this quotation from a daily bread a few years ago. Since then, it became my motto in life. It never failed to give me hope in times of failure and chaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People view life in two ways: it is a glass that is half full or half empty. Either way, people of diverse principles strive hard to endure life's challenges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had some series of unfortunate events. It's not as "unfortunate" as in the Lemony Snicket's story. But then God remained faithful and He proved that miracles do happen if you only believe in Him. I'll not enumerate what had happened but in time I'll let you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for now, let me share some life's principles along with my thoughts about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"What is the meaning of life? To be happy and useful."&lt;/span&gt; ~ The Lai Lama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* A commonly asked question that can be answered by lengthy paragraphs. For me, Lama had the best answer: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To be happy and useful!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Only a life lived for others is a life worthwhile."&lt;/span&gt; ~ Albert Einstein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* How to stay happy when everything's gone wrong? Einstein said "Live for others". Don't be selfish. Remember that when you give something, it all comes back to you (like the Coca Cola tv ad).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/MORNIN%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/MORNIN%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-3.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Expect nothing, live frugally on surprise."&lt;/span&gt; ~ Alice Walker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Life is full of surprises, you'll never know what's in store for you. It's a quest of predicting the unpredictable. Let God be God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Because I have loved life, I shall have no sorrow to die."&lt;/span&gt; ~ Amelia Burr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*If you only have 24 hours to live, what are the things you want to patch up before saying goodbye to this world? Do you have so many regrets that you need more time to fix things out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Time is a companion that goes with us on a journey. It reminds us to cherish each moment, because it will never come again. What we leave behind is not as important as how we have lived."&lt;/span&gt; ~ Patrick Stewart, from the film "Star Trek: Generations"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* If you'll die would people miss you? What would be their eulogy during your funeral service? What epitaph would they write in your tombstone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"If we could see the miracle of a single flower clearly, our whole life would change."&lt;/span&gt; ~ Buddha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Sometimes I am freaking out if some things go wrong. Anxiety sinks in and I succumbed to "insomnia". I agree with Buddha (even though I am not a Buddhist). I then remembered Matthew 6:26-34 that goes like this..."Look at the birds of the air, that they do  not sow, neither do they reap, nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father  feeds them. Are you not worth much more than they?......Observe how the lilies of the field grow; thy do not toil nor do they spin, yet  I say to you that even Solomon in all his glory did not clothe himself like one  of these. But if God so arrays the grass of the field, which is thrown into the  furnace, will He not much more do so for you, O men of little faith?....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"There are as many nights as days, and the one is just as long as the other in the year's course. Even a happy life cannot be without a measure of darkness, and the word 'happy' would lose its meaning if it were not balanced by sadness."&lt;/span&gt;~ Carl Jung&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;*In life, we need sadness/nights/darkness to savor it's true flavor. We are like a white cloth that needs patches in order to be a beautiful  quilt. We need to be broken and molded by the Potter's hand to be a perfect jar. We are to be spilled out to enjoy life's scent. Life is not a bed of roses, for roses have their own thorns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Don’t ask what the world needs. Ask what makes you come alive, and go do it. Because what the world needs is people who have come alive.”&lt;/span&gt; ~ Howard Thurman&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;*We can't help everyone, but everyone can help someone. Know your purpose in life and dare to be different. If every person act this out perhaps this world would be a better place to live in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“To love is to risk not being loved in return. To hope is to risk pain. To try is to risk failure, but risk must be taken because the greatest hazard in life is to risk nothing.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Always remember that the person who never fails is the person who never tries. Live up your dreams and aspirations. Don't be a wave that is just being tossed in the ocean. And also don't be a lukewarm person that is neither hot nor cold. Make a decision and stand firm for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover." &lt;/span&gt; ~ Mark Twain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I am 24 right know and I am regretting the mistakes I have committed. After 20 years, I'll be 44 and for sure there's more reasons to disappointed. But according to  Mark Twain, we should sail away from the safe harbor and explore the world beyond it. We should not be threatened and discouraged by the upcoming storms in life. For in those storms, we will become wise and tougher in dealing with life's journey. Besides, there's a calm in the eye of the storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"There was never yet an uninteresting life. Such a thing is an impossibility. Inside of the dullest exterior there is a drama, a comedy and a tragedy." &lt;/span&gt;~ Mark Twain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Life resembles a novel more often than novels resemble life. It's an odd thing that with life you can cry and laugh at the same time. This happens a lot to me (thank God I passed the neuro-psychological exam). I used to think that life is so boring. Later I realized that I was wrong, for life is a movie or novel that features drama, comedy, tragedy and horror rolled into one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zwani.com/graphics/cheer_up/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.zwani.com/graphics/cheer_up/images/girlhappy.gif" alt="ZWANI.com - The place for myspace comments, glitters, graphics, backgrounds and codes" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zwani.com/graphics/cheer_up/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31490696-4552163590011357872?l=hansentimiento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/feeds/4552163590011357872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31490696&amp;postID=4552163590011357872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/4552163590011357872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/4552163590011357872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/2007/10/in-life-miracles-do-happen.html' title='In Life, Miracles Do Happen...'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337120547165272266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SguMPR_IagI/AAAAAAAAIZ4/JWIaXpgWtuc/S220/img_1423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31490696.post-2650183421380685888</id><published>2007-10-01T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T11:52:28.757+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being A Filipino'/><title type='text'>May Yabang Ako! I Take Pride In Being A Filipino</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://yabangpinoy.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.yabangpinoy.com/images/banners/logo3.jpg" border="0" height="92" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am on my habit of blog reading when I learned about the &lt;a href="http://www.yabangpinoy.com/about.htm"&gt;Yabang Pinoy&lt;/a&gt; Website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;“Yabang Pinoy” is a campaign to raise awareness and heighten Filipino people's ethos, dignity and pride by advocating the use of a piece of braided abaca band that aims to make a statement. The abaca band aims to signify a Filipino being truly proud to be one. &lt;/p&gt;              &lt;p align="justify"&gt;The band will use the natural fiber abaca. Abaca belongs to the family of Musacea which is indigenous to the Philippines. It is important to note that the Philippines is the largest source of abaca fiber. Abaca is commonly known as the Manila hemp worldwide. It is also considered as the strongest natural fiber. Abaca used to be one of our top exports together with sugar and tobacco. &lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Since abaca is the strongest natural fiber and unique to the Philippines, it aims to constantly remind Filipinos that we are tough, resilient and exceptional.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I AM PROUD TO BE PINOY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://yabangpinoy.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.yabangpinoy.com/images/banners/logo1.jpg" border="0" height="138" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://yabangpinoy.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31490696-2650183421380685888?l=hansentimiento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/feeds/2650183421380685888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31490696&amp;postID=2650183421380685888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/2650183421380685888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/2650183421380685888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/2007/10/may-yabang-ako-i-take-pride-in-being.html' title='May Yabang Ako! I Take Pride In Being A Filipino'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337120547165272266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SguMPR_IagI/AAAAAAAAIZ4/JWIaXpgWtuc/S220/img_1423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31490696.post-6178183374744755696</id><published>2007-09-18T10:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T11:39:57.788+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Reminiscing: Ballad of a Mother's Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks ago, I happened to be with the "golden ladies". They were called golden ladies because they're already in their golden age: 50-something. I thought I'll feel awkward because of the age gap but in the end I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When women at my age had some chit-chats probably it would be about friends, food, fashion, work or even boys (men). On the other hand, these golden ladies were very concerned with their children, grandchildren, and their in-laws (especially). They had some outbursts on how they don't like their in-laws and on how pitiful their children for having the wrong choice of husband/wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when I remembered a poem during my gradeschool. This poem was written by Jose La Villa Tierra. It speaks on the love of parents for their children, how forgiving and how great the love of a mother is for her son/daughter although he/she has hurt her very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ballad of a Mother's Heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night was dark,&lt;br /&gt;For the moon was young,&lt;br /&gt;And the Stars were asleep and rare,&lt;br /&gt;The clouds were thick,&lt;br /&gt;Yet Youth went out,&lt;br /&gt;To see his Maiden fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear one,&lt;br /&gt;he pleaded as he knelt before her feet in tears.&lt;br /&gt;My love is true,&lt;br /&gt;Why you have kept me waiting all this years?&lt;br /&gt;The maiden looked at him.&lt;br /&gt;Unmoved it seemed,&lt;br /&gt;And whispered low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Persistent Youth,&lt;br /&gt;You have to prove by deeds,&lt;br /&gt;Your love is true.&lt;br /&gt;"There's not a thing&lt;br /&gt;I would not do for you, Beloved" said he.&lt;br /&gt;"Then, go." said she. "To your mother dear,&lt;br /&gt;And bring her heart to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without another word,&lt;br /&gt;Youth left and went to his mother dear.&lt;br /&gt;He opened her breast and took her heart!&lt;br /&gt;But he did not shed a tear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then back to his Maiden fair,&lt;br /&gt;He run unmindful of the rain.&lt;br /&gt;But his feet slipped, And he fell down,&lt;br /&gt;And loud, he groaned with pain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still in his hand he held the prize,&lt;br /&gt;That would win his Maiden's hands.&lt;br /&gt;But he thought of his mother dear,&lt;br /&gt;So kind,so sweet,so fond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then,&lt;br /&gt;he heard a voice!&lt;br /&gt;Not from his lips,&lt;br /&gt;But all apart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Get up" it said.&lt;br /&gt;"Were you hurt,Child?"&lt;br /&gt;It was his mother's heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Maybe the golden ladies can be considered as "monsters-in-law" but I admire the love they have towards their children. Sometimes we did all things for the glory of love and we tend to forget that  on our way of having this glory some people  were being "trampled on the ground".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope my future in-laws like me..hehehe...SOS, johns!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31490696-6178183374744755696?l=hansentimiento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/feeds/6178183374744755696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31490696&amp;postID=6178183374744755696' title='42 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/6178183374744755696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/6178183374744755696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/2007/09/reminiscing-ballad-of-mothers-heart.html' title='Reminiscing: Ballad of a Mother&apos;s Heart'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337120547165272266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SguMPR_IagI/AAAAAAAAIZ4/JWIaXpgWtuc/S220/img_1423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>42</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31490696.post-4997259355540347646</id><published>2007-09-14T17:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:40:41.333+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><title type='text'>Time of Refreshing</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt tired and burned out? Loneliness and emptiness filled your heart? Stressed out and your on your saturation point? Has the world turned its back on you? Wandering to an endless circles of life? Hopeless? Depressed? Being close to insanity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, all you need is just a dose of REFRESH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/RupPnxKGKlI/AAAAAAAABZE/owY-qcWX_CY/s1600-h/refresh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/RupPnxKGKlI/AAAAAAAABZE/owY-qcWX_CY/s400/refresh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109984271834425938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This image was from a snack pack's ad. It perfectly depicts a "times of refreshing" we need once in a while.  In order to enjoy life, we need to be back in our "cocoons" so that we'll have time to reflect life's lessons and listen to God's voice. I heard from a sermon that sometimes we can't hear God because the world is too noisy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. In case you're getting out of your "cocoon" be sure to wear something decent! :D&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/31490696-4997259355540347646?l=hansentimiento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/feeds/4997259355540347646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31490696&amp;postID=4997259355540347646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/4997259355540347646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/4997259355540347646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/2007/09/time-of-refreshing.html' title='Time of Refreshing'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337120547165272266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SguMPR_IagI/AAAAAAAAIZ4/JWIaXpgWtuc/S220/img_1423.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/RupPnxKGKlI/AAAAAAAABZE/owY-qcWX_CY/s72-c/refresh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31490696.post-156830329111683199</id><published>2007-09-13T12:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T17:21:42.257+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspiration'/><title type='text'>Anyway....</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are unreasonable,&lt;br /&gt;illogical, self-centered.&lt;br /&gt;Love them ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;If you do good, people will accuse you&lt;br /&gt;of selfish, ulterior motives.&lt;br /&gt;Do good ANYWAY&lt;br /&gt;If you are successful, youll win&lt;br /&gt;false friends and make true enemies.&lt;br /&gt;Succeed ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;Honesty and kindness may&lt;br /&gt;make you vulnerable.&lt;br /&gt;Be honest and kind ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;The good you do today&lt;br /&gt;may very well be forgotten tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Do good ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;The biggest people with the&lt;br /&gt;biggest ideas can get shot down&lt;br /&gt;by the smallest people&lt;br /&gt;with the smallest minds.&lt;br /&gt;But think big ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;Give the world the best you got.&lt;br /&gt;you may very well get kicked&lt;br /&gt;in the teeth for it.&lt;br /&gt;But give the world the best you got ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Kent Keith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* A very nice thought posted by a friend in friendster's bulletin. I was enlightened by this post. In everything I do, I always think of what would people say and feel about me. Now, I have second thoughts about that. Who the hell cares? This is my life anyway!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31490696-156830329111683199?l=hansentimiento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/feeds/156830329111683199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31490696&amp;postID=156830329111683199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/156830329111683199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/156830329111683199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/2007/09/anyway.html' title='Anyway....'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337120547165272266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SguMPR_IagI/AAAAAAAAIZ4/JWIaXpgWtuc/S220/img_1423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31490696.post-3783379316656498180</id><published>2007-08-31T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:40:41.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends and Chocolate Chips</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In the cookies of life...FRIENDS...are the chocolate chips!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/RtfSOG3kI8I/AAAAAAAABNE/ZUUfoo4jLWc/s1600-h/DSC00088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/RtfSOG3kI8I/AAAAAAAABNE/ZUUfoo4jLWc/s400/DSC00088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104779842451416002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Good friends share their chocolate chip cookies....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;this post is for kit..thanks for sharing your chocolate chip!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&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/31490696-3783379316656498180?l=hansentimiento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/feeds/3783379316656498180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31490696&amp;postID=3783379316656498180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/3783379316656498180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/3783379316656498180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/2007/08/friends-and-chocolate-chips.html' title='Friends and Chocolate Chips'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337120547165272266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SguMPR_IagI/AAAAAAAAIZ4/JWIaXpgWtuc/S220/img_1423.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/RtfSOG3kI8I/AAAAAAAABNE/ZUUfoo4jLWc/s72-c/DSC00088.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31490696.post-8452357908412613949</id><published>2007-08-29T13:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:40:41.621+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>A Childhood Belief</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/RtUCyW3kI1I/AAAAAAAABL4/ZeBb-InHcSM/s1600-h/butterfly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/RtUCyW3kI1I/AAAAAAAABL4/ZeBb-InHcSM/s400/butterfly.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103988816849675090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I was a little girl, my grandmother used to tell me that butterflies bring luck to those who see and care for them. I believe her in my naive mind. I learned to love butterflies. I was fascinated by their colors, their cocoons and most of all, their metamorphosis. I felt I was an ugly caterpillar transformed into a beautiful butterfly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I grew up, butterflies brought me so much luck. Every time I see one inside our house or in my room, I'll have money after a few days. It may be a coincidence, but honestly I don''t really care for butterflies signify money for me (based on my experience).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, a big butterfly entered our room. It's bigger than my palm with a mixture of orange and brown colors and I guess it belonged to the "mariposa" family. I was so excited after having thoughts of money...hehehe.... I really enjoyed the world of wings and symmetry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, the butterfly (as seen above) died after 6 hours. It can't fly due to damaged wings. What a pitiful sight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31490696-8452357908412613949?l=hansentimiento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/feeds/8452357908412613949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31490696&amp;postID=8452357908412613949' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/8452357908412613949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/8452357908412613949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/2007/08/childhood-belief.html' title='A Childhood Belief'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337120547165272266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SguMPR_IagI/AAAAAAAAIZ4/JWIaXpgWtuc/S220/img_1423.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/RtUCyW3kI1I/AAAAAAAABL4/ZeBb-InHcSM/s72-c/butterfly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31490696.post-5506111991566039334</id><published>2007-08-13T10:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T10:37:36.708+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loneliness'/><title type='text'>SOLITUDE</title><content type='html'>&lt;dl&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+1;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;AUGH, and the world laughs with you; &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Weep, and you weep alone. &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt&gt;For the sad old earth must borrow it's mirth, &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd&gt;But has trouble enough of it's own. &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt&gt;Sing, and the hills will answer; &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Sigh, it is lost on the air. &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt&gt;The echoes bound to a joyful sound, &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd&gt;But shrink from voicing care. &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt&gt;Rejoice, and men will seek you; &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Grieve, and they turn and go. &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt&gt;They want full measure of all your pleasure, &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd&gt;But they do not need your woe. &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt&gt;Be glad, and your friends are many; &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Be sad, and you lose them all. &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt&gt;There are none to decline your nectared wine, &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd&gt;But alone you must drink life's gall. &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt&gt;Feast, and your halls are crowded; &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Fast, and the world goes by. &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt&gt;Succeed and give, and it helps you live, &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd&gt;But no man can help you die. &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt&gt;There is room in the halls of pleasure &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd&gt;For a long and lordly train, &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt&gt;But one by one we must all file on &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Through the narrow aisles of pain.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;by: &lt;b&gt;Ella Wheeler Wilcox&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thoughts: &lt;/span&gt;People prefer cheerfulness in others. A person who is cheerful will have company, but someone who is gloomy will often be alone. So I guess, this is the answer to my questions. I am always alone for I am always gloomy. hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&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/31490696-5506111991566039334?l=hansentimiento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/feeds/5506111991566039334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31490696&amp;postID=5506111991566039334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/5506111991566039334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/5506111991566039334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/2007/08/solitude.html' title='SOLITUDE'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337120547165272266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SguMPR_IagI/AAAAAAAAIZ4/JWIaXpgWtuc/S220/img_1423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31490696.post-1983124318854985139</id><published>2007-08-09T09:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T09:43:04.601+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anger'/><title type='text'>What Can You Say....?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_CPHMain_ctl03_m_quoteSnippetLabel"&gt;"A man is likely to mind his own business when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_CPHMain_ctl03_m_quoteSnippetLabel"&gt; it is worth minding. When it is not, he takes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_CPHMain_ctl03_m_quoteSnippetLabel"&gt; his mind off his own meaningless affairs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_CPHMain_ctl03_m_quoteSnippetLabel"&gt; by minding other people's business."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you been a victim of this "man" or "woman"? If yes..then we're on the same boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31490696-1983124318854985139?l=hansentimiento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/feeds/1983124318854985139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31490696&amp;postID=1983124318854985139' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/1983124318854985139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/1983124318854985139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-can-you-say.html' title='What Can You Say....?'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337120547165272266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SguMPR_IagI/AAAAAAAAIZ4/JWIaXpgWtuc/S220/img_1423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31490696.post-7430412265203501548</id><published>2007-08-07T11:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:40:41.650+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>I Lost My Phone!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/RrfzdnOljxI/AAAAAAAABEw/Hw2V4GMdeiI/s1600-h/7630.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/RrfzdnOljxI/AAAAAAAABEw/Hw2V4GMdeiI/s400/7630.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095809193464925970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I lost my cellphone just a few hours ago. Of course I felt sad and frustrated. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sad&lt;/span&gt; because I already love my cellphone...we were together for almost 7 months (up to this date). &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Frustrated &lt;/span&gt;because it was stolen just under my nose. I was able to buy it with my last year's 13 month pay..huhuhuhuhuhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me relay the story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Last night, I wasn't able to sleep because I was thinking that my boyfriend's cellphone was stolen for it's unattended the whole night. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Perhaps it's already a premonition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I set the phone's alarm to 6:30 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The alarm went on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I put off the alarm..it's already 6:30 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I returned to my sleep and after a few minutes....viola! the cellphone's gone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was stolen while I am sleeping beside it...what a tragic case of theft...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all,  4  cellphones  and a wallet (with 800 pesos) were being stolen in that dark minute. We were able to file the case in a police station but without a suspect. I guess, it will be one of the unsolved cases....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I am wrestling with the negative and bad emotions....well, God has His own vengeance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my mom's comforting words..and also for john's...hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For your donations...just drop a comment to this post (i am just joking)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31490696-7430412265203501548?l=hansentimiento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/feeds/7430412265203501548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31490696&amp;postID=7430412265203501548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/7430412265203501548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/7430412265203501548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-lost-my-phone.html' title='I Lost My Phone!'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337120547165272266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SguMPR_IagI/AAAAAAAAIZ4/JWIaXpgWtuc/S220/img_1423.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/RrfzdnOljxI/AAAAAAAABEw/Hw2V4GMdeiI/s72-c/7630.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31490696.post-8263340921015944842</id><published>2007-07-09T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T16:24:16.710+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>If You're Planning An Abortion</title><content type='html'>I was in the middle of working on my office task when I saw this Anti Abortion video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/biYm_pLUn5o"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/biYm_pLUn5o" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The video include the song entitled "Does God See This Child?" by Susan Piper.  This song is  written for pregnant women who don't know if she will have her child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Does God See This Child?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;              &lt;p&gt;They tell me it's a choice&lt;br /&gt;              They say it's up to me&lt;br /&gt;              That I need to decide&lt;br /&gt;              That I say what will be&lt;br /&gt;              Well, I don't feel a thing&lt;br /&gt;              It doesn't even show&lt;br /&gt;              And now I'm playing God&lt;br /&gt;              Would God say 'yes' or 'no'?&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;br /&gt;              Does God see this child&lt;br /&gt;              So deep inside of me&lt;br /&gt;              Does He have a dream for her&lt;br /&gt;              A plan for her&lt;br /&gt;              A thought for her&lt;br /&gt;              Does God love this child&lt;br /&gt;              Before she's even formed&lt;br /&gt;              Before she has her voice&lt;br /&gt;              Before she's born&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;br /&gt;              I didn't want this child&lt;br /&gt;              And I don't want this power&lt;br /&gt;              Each time I change my mind&lt;br /&gt;              She's older by the hour&lt;br /&gt;              If I could see her face&lt;br /&gt;              Then I'd know what to do&lt;br /&gt;              'Cause when a child is born&lt;br /&gt;              The choice is made for you&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;br /&gt;              Does God see this child...&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;br /&gt;              This is a cold world, a cold world&lt;br /&gt;              I wish someone would tell me what to do&lt;br /&gt;              This is a cruel world, a cruel world&lt;br /&gt;              It reaches in and steals the life right out of you&lt;br /&gt;              Right out of you---&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;br /&gt;              Does God see this child...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31490696-8263340921015944842?l=hansentimiento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/feeds/8263340921015944842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31490696&amp;postID=8263340921015944842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/8263340921015944842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/8263340921015944842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/2007/07/if-youre-planning-abortion.html' title='If You&apos;re Planning An Abortion'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337120547165272266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SguMPR_IagI/AAAAAAAAIZ4/JWIaXpgWtuc/S220/img_1423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31490696.post-6166900327569517656</id><published>2007-07-05T15:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:40:41.778+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>Deal or No Deal? "Your Fate, Your Decision"</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love watching the Kapamilya, Deal or No Deal game show every night. It's like a mind-boggling exercise after dinner. In this show, I have seen a number of triumphant winners with high spirits but mostly went home sad and wondering why fate has turned its back on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deal or No Deal involves a contestant, a host/presenter, a banker, and a number of briefcases (or boxes), with each having a different (and initially unknown) value. Each game starts with the contestant selecting one of the cases—this first case's value is not known until the game ends. During the rest of the game, the contestant opens the rest of the cases, one at a time, revealing its value. Each time after a specified number of cases are opened, the banker offers the contestant a certain amount of money to end the game. If the contestant takes an offer, the game ends, otherwise the contestant ends up with the money from the first case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deal or No Deal had almost 50 international versions all over the world. It premiered last June 5, 2006 here in the Philippines.  Since then, I was intrigued with the sequence and arrangements of their brief cases. I suddenly felt an urge to join as a studio player. I know I may look silly, but I want the Php 3 million not just for myself but for my family as well. I hope I'll get lucky enough to join the show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the setting of the game:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/Royf-6nqkRI/AAAAAAAAA1w/3vqI47c-Gp0/s1600-h/deal.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/Royf-6nqkRI/AAAAAAAAA1w/3vqI47c-Gp0/s400/deal.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083613982630777106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/31490696-6166900327569517656?l=hansentimiento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/feeds/6166900327569517656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31490696&amp;postID=6166900327569517656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/6166900327569517656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/6166900327569517656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/2007/07/deal-or-no-deal-your-fate-your-decision.html' title='Deal or No Deal? &quot;Your Fate, Your Decision&quot;'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337120547165272266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SguMPR_IagI/AAAAAAAAIZ4/JWIaXpgWtuc/S220/img_1423.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/Royf-6nqkRI/AAAAAAAAA1w/3vqI47c-Gp0/s72-c/deal.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31490696.post-6441497336113511859</id><published>2007-07-03T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T16:26:46.016+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>Am I Next In Line?</title><content type='html'>I am feeling better right now. It feels good to be back in my old self after a few days of being insane..hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered the song entitled "Next In Line" with the following lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What has life to offer me&lt;br /&gt;When i grow old&lt;br /&gt;What's there to look forward to&lt;br /&gt;beyond the biting cold&lt;br /&gt;'Coz they say it's difficult&lt;br /&gt;Yes, stereotypical&lt;br /&gt;You gotta be conventional,&lt;br /&gt;You can't be so radical&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i sing this song to all of my age&lt;br /&gt;For these are the questions&lt;br /&gt;We've got to face&lt;br /&gt;For in this cycle that we call life&lt;br /&gt;We are the ones who are next in line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past days, I learned that some people and things just stay the way they are. We can't do anything to change them for it's God's work. We just need to accept that fact even if it hurts. Life is a cycle, a wheel, a roller coaster. Those we hated will be gone after some time and we will fill in their vacant slots. So in the end, we may be hated, too.  Is it too obvious how ironic life is? Do I make sense? Watch out maybe you'll be next! (next to being nonsense after me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. "Trials, like washing machine twist us, spin us and knock us around but in the end we come out cleaner, brighter and better than before".....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31490696-6441497336113511859?l=hansentimiento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/feeds/6441497336113511859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31490696&amp;postID=6441497336113511859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/6441497336113511859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/6441497336113511859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/2007/07/am-i-next-in-line.html' title='Am I Next In Line?'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337120547165272266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SguMPR_IagI/AAAAAAAAIZ4/JWIaXpgWtuc/S220/img_1423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31490696.post-7261561470630859847</id><published>2007-06-27T12:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:40:42.114+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>Broken And Spilled Out...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/RoHim6nqi_I/AAAAAAAAArg/cfe-jGI1CiU/s1600-h/spilled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/RoHim6nqi_I/AAAAAAAAArg/cfe-jGI1CiU/s400/spilled.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080591012849159154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken and spilled out....these are the words that would best described my life. I'd reached my saturation/boiling point and I'd burst like a bubble. But who would have noticed? Who would have cared? I guess no one. For in this world, nothing lasts forever.  The truth in a saying prevails: "Laugh, and the world laughs with you; Weep, and you weep alone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether we like it or not, we are alone in this crazy life. These are my reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Even if we believe in God and have put our hope on Him, our human nature betrays us. In one way or another, the feeling of depression will try to soar through our inmost being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Faith without work is dead. Even if we pray for ourselves and for others, action must be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Nobody stays beside you. Yes! We had bunch of friends, ever-supportive family, and a loving boyfriend/girlfriend. But there are times when you can't borrow their shoulders. They have their own lives to wrestle too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. We're on our own. Every human being is unique in his/her own way. Situations and advises are different from everyone's perspective. What's applicable to you may not be effective to some. So, you've got to figure out what's the right thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, there's nothing I can do but to hope and pray ( a constant advice from john). I can't way to see the end of this tunnel.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://morguefile.com"&gt;Photo Source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31490696-7261561470630859847?l=hansentimiento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/feeds/7261561470630859847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31490696&amp;postID=7261561470630859847' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/7261561470630859847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/7261561470630859847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/2007/06/broken-and-spilled-out.html' title='Broken And Spilled Out...'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337120547165272266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SguMPR_IagI/AAAAAAAAIZ4/JWIaXpgWtuc/S220/img_1423.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/RoHim6nqi_I/AAAAAAAAArg/cfe-jGI1CiU/s72-c/spilled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31490696.post-1782920637199371375</id><published>2007-06-27T11:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T12:01:10.648+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>A New Theme</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These past few days, I felt that my life was so dull and jaded. I am tired of my work..my family...my life. I want to rest in peace. OOpps...I don't want to die. I just want to rest with a peace of mind. But it's not easy. You can't change life circumstances as if you're changing clothes. So here I am..running back to the arms of my blog...my only friend who never failed to listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose this theme because it reflects what I am feeling right now...BLUE. But, I still believe that the brighter side of life is not that far.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31490696-1782920637199371375?l=hansentimiento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/feeds/1782920637199371375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31490696&amp;postID=1782920637199371375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/1782920637199371375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/1782920637199371375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/2007/06/new-theme.html' title='A New Theme'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337120547165272266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SguMPR_IagI/AAAAAAAAIZ4/JWIaXpgWtuc/S220/img_1423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31490696.post-7639405366029879515</id><published>2007-06-14T15:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:40:42.313+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>I Am A Frog. Kokak! KokaK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/RnD5ghGfc5I/AAAAAAAAAhg/wOtepmjig4s/s1600-h/frog2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/RnD5ghGfc5I/AAAAAAAAAhg/wOtepmjig4s/s400/frog2.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075831117083276178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/RnD5ghGfc5I/AAAAAAAAAhg/wOtepmjig4s/s1600-h/frog2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/RnD5ghGfc5I/AAAAAAAAAhg/wOtepmjig4s/s400/frog2.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075831117083276178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;These past few days, I felt like I am a small frog in a big pond called life. I am helpless, benign, ugly, clumsy and most of all, boring. I felt like I was just sitting on a floating lily pad and patiently waiting for a kiss handsome prince who would never come. Reality bites and I have to admit that my life sucks (perhaps just for this week).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to a metaphor, if you put a frog into a pot of boiling water, it will leap out right away to escape the danger. But, if you put a frog in a kettle that is filled with water that is cool and pleasant, and then you gradually heat the kettle until it starts boiling, the frog will not become aware of the threat until it is too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A perfect story that illustrates where I am today. I am in a situation where there's nowhere to go but to this pot of boiling water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only a frog had wings, I wouldn't bump my ass when I'll hop and I would probably fly unto the great big sky singing I Dreamed A Dream, from the musical Les Miserables:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There was a time when men were kind,&lt;br /&gt;And their voices were soft,&lt;br /&gt;And their words inviting.&lt;br /&gt;There was a time when love was blind,&lt;br /&gt;And the world was a song,&lt;br /&gt;And the song was exciting.&lt;br /&gt;There was a time when it all went wrong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamed a dream in time gone by,&lt;br /&gt;When hope was high and life, worth living.&lt;br /&gt;I dreamed that love would never die,&lt;br /&gt;I dreamed that God would be forgiving.&lt;br /&gt;Then I was young and unafraid,&lt;br /&gt;And dreams were made and used and wasted.&lt;br /&gt;There was no ransom to be paid,&lt;br /&gt;No song unsung, no wine, untasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the tigers come at night,&lt;br /&gt;With their voices soft as thunder,&lt;br /&gt;As they tear your hope apart,&lt;br /&gt;And they turn your dream to shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He slept a summer by my side,&lt;br /&gt;He filled my days with endless wonder...&lt;br /&gt;He took my childhood in his stride,&lt;br /&gt;But he was gone when autumn came!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And still I dream he'll come to me,&lt;br /&gt;That we will live the years together,&lt;br /&gt;But there are dreams that cannot be,&lt;br /&gt;And there are storms we cannot weather!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream my life would be&lt;br /&gt;So different from this hell I'm living,&lt;br /&gt;So different now from what it seemed...&lt;br /&gt;Now life has killed the dream I dreamed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/a4VbS5LoOeg"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/a4VbS5LoOeg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;* a video of Lea Salonga when she was a guest in a tv show here in the philippines for Les Misable promotion&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/31490696-7639405366029879515?l=hansentimiento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/feeds/7639405366029879515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31490696&amp;postID=7639405366029879515' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/7639405366029879515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/7639405366029879515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-am-frog-kokak-kokak.html' title='I Am A Frog. Kokak! KokaK!'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337120547165272266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SguMPR_IagI/AAAAAAAAIZ4/JWIaXpgWtuc/S220/img_1423.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/RnD5ghGfc5I/AAAAAAAAAhg/wOtepmjig4s/s72-c/frog2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31490696.post-6382547488039664154</id><published>2007-06-05T16:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:40:42.452+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>Down The Memory Lane</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;To those who faithfully visit my blog, today is your lucky day. Why? Because it's the first time I'll post my pictures with the love of my life! Wahahahaha...I know..I know...I sound corny and cheesy..a sentimental fool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some reasons why I spared some of my time to organize this memory lane thingy. First, I don't know what to do with my super free time (3 hrs) here at work. Secondly, I miss him (John) and lastly, he will be turning 23 this coming June 15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/RmUdHBGfcSI/AAAAAAAAAco/jy2qWieCjCI/s1600-h/memories.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/RmUdHBGfcSI/AAAAAAAAAco/jy2qWieCjCI/s400/memories.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072492561694683426" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*P.S. and we 've been together for almost 5 years....to john, see you on your birthday (hugs and kisses)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31490696-6382547488039664154?l=hansentimiento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/feeds/6382547488039664154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31490696&amp;postID=6382547488039664154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/6382547488039664154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/6382547488039664154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/2007/06/down-memory-lane.html' title='Down The Memory Lane'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337120547165272266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SguMPR_IagI/AAAAAAAAIZ4/JWIaXpgWtuc/S220/img_1423.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/RmUdHBGfcSI/AAAAAAAAAco/jy2qWieCjCI/s72-c/memories.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31490696.post-8398839736435949195</id><published>2007-05-29T14:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T14:45:09.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Samson - Regina Spektor</title><content type='html'>You are my sweetest downfall&lt;br /&gt;I loved you first, I loved you first&lt;br /&gt;Beneath the sheets of paper lies my truth&lt;br /&gt;I have to go, I have to go&lt;br /&gt;Your hair was long when we first met&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samson went back to bed&lt;br /&gt;Not much hair left on his head&lt;br /&gt;He ate a slice of wonder bread and went right back to bed&lt;br /&gt;And history books forgot about us and the bible didn't mention us&lt;br /&gt;And the bible didn't mention us, not even once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my sweetest downfall&lt;br /&gt;I loved you first, I loved you first&lt;br /&gt;Beneath the stars came fallin' on our heads&lt;br /&gt;But they're just old light, they're just old light&lt;br /&gt;Your hair was long when we first met&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samson came to my bed&lt;br /&gt;Told me that my hair was red&lt;br /&gt;Told me I was beautiful and came into my bed&lt;br /&gt;Oh I cut his hair myself one night&lt;br /&gt;A pair of dull scissors in the yellow light&lt;br /&gt;And he told me that I'd done alright&lt;br /&gt;And kissed me 'til the mornin' light, the mornin' light&lt;br /&gt;And he kissed me 'til the mornin' light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samson went back to bed&lt;br /&gt;Not much hair left on his head&lt;br /&gt;Ate a slice of wonder bread and went right back to bed&lt;br /&gt;Oh, we couldn't bring the columns down&lt;br /&gt;Yeah we couldn't destroy a single one&lt;br /&gt;And history books forgot about us&lt;br /&gt;And the bible didn't mention us, not even once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my sweetest downfall&lt;br /&gt;I loved you first&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cKZ5XSKRBJ0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cKZ5XSKRBJ0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&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/31490696-8398839736435949195?l=hansentimiento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/feeds/8398839736435949195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31490696&amp;postID=8398839736435949195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/8398839736435949195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/8398839736435949195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/2007/05/samson-regina-spektor.html' title='Samson - Regina Spektor'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337120547165272266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SguMPR_IagI/AAAAAAAAIZ4/JWIaXpgWtuc/S220/img_1423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31490696.post-729800381824091813</id><published>2007-05-17T12:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T12:18:51.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Somewhere... Somehow...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Standing in our silence&lt;br /&gt;I hear my heart beating&lt;br /&gt;And if only I could choose&lt;br /&gt;I’d stay here with you&lt;br /&gt;But hold me till the train is leaving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere down the line&lt;br /&gt;After you’re gone from sight&lt;br /&gt;Our love will be the same&lt;br /&gt;And, whispering your name&lt;br /&gt;I’ll cling to you with all my might&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me dream of you&lt;br /&gt;(But it’s true)&lt;br /&gt;And wake me up when this is over&lt;br /&gt;(Love will be there when this is over and)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere far beyond today&lt;br /&gt;I will find a way to find you&lt;br /&gt;And somehow through the lonely nights&lt;br /&gt;I will leave a light in the dark&lt;br /&gt;Let it lead you to my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s a love inside us&lt;br /&gt;(Deep down inside)&lt;br /&gt;That goes without saying&lt;br /&gt;(Don’t say a word)&lt;br /&gt;But I’ll tell you just the same&lt;br /&gt;And that love will fan the flame&lt;br /&gt;And that flame will warm the heart&lt;br /&gt;That’s waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are mine and I’ll wait forever for you my love&lt;br /&gt;(You are mine, it may take some time)&lt;br /&gt;Even if it takes a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;(Tell me you’ll wait)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere far beyond today&lt;br /&gt;I will find a way to find you&lt;br /&gt;And somehow through the lonely nights&lt;br /&gt;I will leave a light in the dark&lt;br /&gt;Let it lead you to my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And somewhere alone&lt;br /&gt;I will be praying, praying you home&lt;br /&gt;I know that somehow our love&lt;br /&gt;Our love will lead me to your arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Somewhere far beyond today&lt;br /&gt;I will find a way to find you&lt;br /&gt;And somehow through the lonely nights&lt;br /&gt;I will leave a light in the dark&lt;br /&gt;Let it lead you to my love&lt;br /&gt;Let it lead you to my heart&lt;br /&gt;Let it lead you to my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I first heard this song during my 3rd year in highschool....so much memories to remember...it's like chasing rainbows...seems so near yet in truth they are far...out of reach.....*sigh*&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/31490696-729800381824091813?l=hansentimiento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/feeds/729800381824091813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31490696&amp;postID=729800381824091813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/729800381824091813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/729800381824091813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/2007/05/somewhere-somehow.html' title='Somewhere... Somehow...'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337120547165272266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SguMPR_IagI/AAAAAAAAIZ4/JWIaXpgWtuc/S220/img_1423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31490696.post-7664161593792088145</id><published>2007-04-26T13:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:40:42.640+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>Spring/Summer 2007 Fashion Trends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/RjgMHuM6CAI/AAAAAAAAADk/Oor5jhHjVn0/s1600-h/tropical+shadows.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/RjgMHuM6CAI/AAAAAAAAADk/Oor5jhHjVn0/s400/tropical+shadows.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059807508151535618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Summer is here! It's in heat..burns like desire and passion. Have fun in the sun with trendy styles in hot colors and prints.&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/31490696-7664161593792088145?l=hansentimiento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/feeds/7664161593792088145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31490696&amp;postID=7664161593792088145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/7664161593792088145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/7664161593792088145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/2007/04/springsummer-2007-fashion-trends.html' title='Spring/Summer 2007 Fashion Trends'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337120547165272266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SguMPR_IagI/AAAAAAAAIZ4/JWIaXpgWtuc/S220/img_1423.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/RjgMHuM6CAI/AAAAAAAAADk/Oor5jhHjVn0/s72-c/tropical+shadows.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31490696.post-5967880443961680777</id><published>2007-04-19T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T16:13:18.783+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>My Cup Of Bitterness</title><content type='html'>My day started with a frown. I was upset with an officemate. I won't elaborate what happened but it was related to my "pc privacy". To shake the bitterness in my heart, I surf the net and viola I found this poem written by Ruth H. Underhill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I grasped the cup of bitterness&lt;br /&gt;And proudly held it high.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I'd teach a lesson&lt;br /&gt;To the one who made me cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So disappointing was my plight,&lt;br /&gt;So weak, my hurting soul;&lt;br /&gt;But I held tight to bitterness&lt;br /&gt;I would not let it go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll hold on to this bitterness&lt;br /&gt;And let it fill my mind.&lt;br /&gt;My friend must know that I am hurt&lt;br /&gt;So why should I be kind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as I keep grasping&lt;br /&gt;This bitter cup of gall,&lt;br /&gt;My friend will feel so badly&lt;br /&gt;And soon he'll trip and fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, in all my pittiness&lt;br /&gt;I turned to God alone.&lt;br /&gt;And, lo, I found that only "I"&lt;br /&gt;E'er knew about my bitter stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend, he didn't feel the hurt&lt;br /&gt;That left me in despair,&lt;br /&gt;For he was going on in life&lt;br /&gt;While I was left, just standing there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God gently took my feeble hand&lt;br /&gt;And whispered, "Just forgive...&lt;br /&gt;Then pray for he who's wronged you&lt;br /&gt;So you can truly live!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell on knees before my God.&lt;br /&gt;He washed away the bitter tears.&lt;br /&gt;I felt His arms around me.&lt;br /&gt;Quieting all my angry fears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bowed my head, and called on God&lt;br /&gt;To give me sweet release.&lt;br /&gt;Then handed Him my bitter cup&lt;br /&gt;He handed me HIS perfect peace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;++ I pray that God would grant me patience..i mean lots of it..hehehe&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/31490696-5967880443961680777?l=hansentimiento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/feeds/5967880443961680777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31490696&amp;postID=5967880443961680777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/5967880443961680777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/5967880443961680777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-cup-of-bitterness.html' title='My Cup Of Bitterness'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337120547165272266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SguMPR_IagI/AAAAAAAAIZ4/JWIaXpgWtuc/S220/img_1423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31490696.post-4094208718436105700</id><published>2007-04-18T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T14:43:38.786+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unwind'/><title type='text'>The Ultimate Summer Get-away I've Been Dreaming Of</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.digitalphotographer.com.ph/photography/data/518/boracay2_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://www.digitalphotographer.com.ph/photography/data/518/boracay2_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's summertime!!! I'm tired of my work and I want to have some fun under the bright sun! Then Boracay came into my mind….the beach capital of the Philippines…hailed as the finest beach in the world…a palm-studded island with its white, talcum-fine beach, balmy weather, and warm, crystalline waters. In this tiny, butterfly-shaped island I’m sure days can be spent simply lazing on the beach while nights are for indulging in the tropical party lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could be there this coming May. I guess I had to be thrifty besides I am lucky because Iloilo City is just 6 hours away from this beautiful island. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/228/462383841_2da71d406e.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/228/462383841_2da71d406e.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**images are not mine, just got them in google results..hehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31490696-4094208718436105700?l=hansentimiento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/feeds/4094208718436105700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31490696&amp;postID=4094208718436105700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/4094208718436105700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/4094208718436105700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/2007/04/ultimate-summer-get-away-ive-been.html' title='The Ultimate Summer Get-away I&apos;ve Been Dreaming Of'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337120547165272266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SguMPR_IagI/AAAAAAAAIZ4/JWIaXpgWtuc/S220/img_1423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31490696.post-1376778089356507682</id><published>2007-04-12T10:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T10:17:45.923+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Spending Money Away</title><content type='html'>"Money talks, nobody walks." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who wants to to know? Everyone. But who wants to talk about it? No one. Even in a business magazine, money is seldom mentioned. Value is mentioned. Profits are mentioned. Savings. Even compensation. Rarely money. Which is no surprise. Ask someone about his sex life and you might get an answer. Ask someone about his salary and, dollars to doughnuts, you'll get an icy stare. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money is a singular thing. It ranks with love as man's greatest source of joy. And with death as his greatest source of anxiety. With money in your pocket, you are wise, and you are handsome, and you sing well too.They say money can't buy happiness, but it can facilitate it. Money is a stupid measure of achievement, but unfortunately it is the only universal measure we have. It translates work (what you do) into value (what you're paid). It is a short story that speaks of success (or the lack thereof), accomplishment and ambition. It is a vehicle that transfers the energy of one person's work to another, as when you write a check (your work) to your plumber for his work. Money is a diary that contains a record of your luck, time and effort. It is a database you carry in your wallet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, I received a bonus from my client. It's not a big sum of money but it's the biggest I have ever since I was employed in my current job. My first "reflex" was to save the money in a bank and spend some of it in shopping. Unfortunately just like what my boyfriend had always predicted,  I lived like a millionaire for a day. I spent so much on shopping for clothes, shoes, bags and more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister and I spent the holy week with my boyfriend. Naturally, I paid all our expenses (food, etc) for I want to share my blessing with others. And now, I only have enough to spend until the next payday comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone was the idea of savings in the bank...plan for Boracay outing was also gone...my money was gone..tossed by the wind and resulting me to sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll have to sing with The Beatles: "Money can't buy me love". My only consolacion was I have been happy for a week not only for the new things I acquired with it but also for the quality time spent with my boyfriend and my sister. You can see stars in their eyes when we dined in fine seafood restaurants..hehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31490696-1376778089356507682?l=hansentimiento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/feeds/1376778089356507682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31490696&amp;postID=1376778089356507682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/1376778089356507682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/1376778089356507682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/2007/04/spending-money-away.html' title='Spending Money Away'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337120547165272266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SguMPR_IagI/AAAAAAAAIZ4/JWIaXpgWtuc/S220/img_1423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31490696.post-117098199811074033</id><published>2007-02-09T08:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T09:27:17.291+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Love Is In the Air</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Valentine's Day is fast approaching and this means that love can be felt and seen everywhere this month. I am not saying that people only express their love during this season, I based my opinion on the "public display of affection" of couples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We often heard, watched and read the definition of love and the stories that comes with it. Sometimes, many of us were bored to hear stuff about love..it was so cheesy, corny, and nonsense. Some of us don't even believe in love anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Searching the net, I found this definition:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is any of a number of related but distinct feelings and emotions related to affection. It is most often conceived of romantically, as a profound, ineffable sense of intense and tender attraction to another. It is shared in passionate or intimate interpersonal relationships, and is characterized by a mix of emotional and sexual desire. However, in different contexts, love can refer to numerous other feelings, including platonic love, religious love, familial love, and, more casually, to anything or anyone that one considers strongly pleasurable, enjoyable, or desirable, including activities and foods.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This diverse range of meanings in a single word is commonly contrasted with the plurality of Greek words for love, reflecting the word's versatility and complexity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this words, I am lead to ask "What is the true color of love?"...most of us would say that it's red.but for some it's black...because love is not a bed of roses for roses have their own thorns. It's the sweetest here on earth but it can be a deadliest poison as well. Love depends on the perceptions of persons under it's curse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oopps...for me it's a blessing anyway...spread love, give love, and be in love....cheers!!!&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/31490696-117098199811074033?l=hansentimiento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/feeds/117098199811074033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31490696&amp;postID=117098199811074033' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/117098199811074033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/117098199811074033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/2007/02/love-is-in-air.html' title='Love Is In the Air'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337120547165272266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SguMPR_IagI/AAAAAAAAIZ4/JWIaXpgWtuc/S220/img_1423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31490696.post-116970223830491441</id><published>2007-01-25T12:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T13:17:18.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>His Fading Words...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I Hear You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I can feel your spirit as my words you read&lt;br /&gt;Your heartbeat, your feelings, the need&lt;br /&gt;I hear you.&lt;br /&gt;So lucky I am to have you here&lt;br /&gt;Creating my everyday utopia when you're near&lt;br /&gt;Your kisses rest fresh upon my lips&lt;br /&gt;I feel your body's warmth under my fingertips&lt;br /&gt;Where will all this lead? I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;But, take my hand and we'll both go.&lt;br /&gt;I hear you.&lt;br /&gt;Not having to be someone else around you,&lt;br /&gt;you like who I AM, as much as I like you.&lt;br /&gt;I look at your eyes, even in dim light they're bright as sunrise.&lt;br /&gt;I watch as your lips begin to form words,&lt;br /&gt;Silently, you speak, but spoken words unheard.&lt;br /&gt;I hear you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was checking on my friends in friendster when I happened to visit a profile of a friend I had during my highschool days. I was intrigued by the caption in one of her photos ("Rest in Peace, Brandon"). So I went on her blog (&lt;a href="http://missingbrandon.blogspot.com/" target="_self"&gt;Missing Brandon&lt;/a&gt;) and found this poem written by her boyfriend before he passed away. I felt so sorry for her...She had been through many heartaches...Ironic, isn't it? Just meeting the man of her dreams and then she lost him because of some accident....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my friend, may time heal her wounded heart.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for the author of this poem....may he truly rest in peace....&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/31490696-116970223830491441?l=hansentimiento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/feeds/116970223830491441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31490696&amp;postID=116970223830491441' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/116970223830491441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/116970223830491441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/2007/01/his-fading-words.html' title='His Fading Words...'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337120547165272266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SguMPR_IagI/AAAAAAAAIZ4/JWIaXpgWtuc/S220/img_1423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31490696.post-116847835776060442</id><published>2007-01-11T08:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T09:19:17.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeking The X Mark: Heading To The Right Spot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I received a text message from a cousin at a local highschool who wanted some advice on choosing a major. He will be in college in June. He was concerned that the credits he had already accrued will be wasted if he didn't decide soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he figured that since I'm several years older and I am already finished with my degree, I would know what he should do. He thought I would be able to point him in the direction he should go for the next few years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made me think of the ways we try to discover the will of God. We wonder, "Where should I go to college?", "What should I study?", "What should I do with my life?". We wish we could know for sure exactly what God wants us to do every time we ask. We wish God would write in the sky, telling us precisely what His plan is and how to accomplish it. But He doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not impossible to find God's will. It's not some sort of buried treasure that God is hiding from us. Even though God doesn't write on the wall, telling us exactly what to do, we can still know we're in His will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has not hidden Himself nor His will from us. Walking closely with God is His will for our lives! The specifics will fall into place. Try to remember the verses in Proverbs that we've heard often: "Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways acknowledge Him, and He will make your paths straight".&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/31490696-116847835776060442?l=hansentimiento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/feeds/116847835776060442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31490696&amp;postID=116847835776060442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/116847835776060442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/116847835776060442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/2007/01/seeking-x-mark-heading-to-right-spot.html' title='Seeking The X Mark: Heading To The Right Spot'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337120547165272266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SguMPR_IagI/AAAAAAAAIZ4/JWIaXpgWtuc/S220/img_1423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31490696.post-116824210350691735</id><published>2007-01-08T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T15:41:43.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#14 Think About His Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Showing you His greatest love&lt;br /&gt;He came to earth from up above&lt;br /&gt;Without any doubt brought out&lt;br /&gt;He just willingly came out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You! Oh man of sin and doubt&lt;br /&gt;Questioning His love&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing that He died for you&lt;br /&gt;To show you how much He love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In times of your pain&lt;br /&gt;Don't put you're trust in vain&lt;br /&gt;Cause God is with you&lt;br /&gt;He is there to comfort you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about His love&lt;br /&gt;Think about His goodness&lt;br /&gt;Think about the days&lt;br /&gt;When in His wonders you amaze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is really great&lt;br /&gt;When you have lost your faith&lt;br /&gt;Just think of him&lt;br /&gt;You will be relieved in your distress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much more that what you've done&lt;br /&gt;If you suffer much more than others&lt;br /&gt;It is not a ticket to another ladder's step&lt;br /&gt;It is just a beginning of the promise He keep&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/31490696-116824210350691735?l=hansentimiento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/feeds/116824210350691735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31490696&amp;postID=116824210350691735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/116824210350691735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/116824210350691735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/2007/01/14-think-about-his-love.html' title='#14 Think About His Love'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337120547165272266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SguMPR_IagI/AAAAAAAAIZ4/JWIaXpgWtuc/S220/img_1423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31490696.post-116805571714947705</id><published>2007-01-06T11:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T08:54:20.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choco Laugh</title><content type='html'>Sometimes we wear a mask to hide ourselves, our expressions, or our feelings. For it easy to act in some character than to show who we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny face is his prop&lt;br /&gt;And a very brown skin,&lt;br /&gt;He made people laugh&lt;br /&gt;And problems to be forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time his friends need him&lt;br /&gt;He's always there for them&lt;br /&gt;Make him known as a clown&lt;br /&gt;A clown that wears a crown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They thought he got no problems&lt;br /&gt;'Coz no tears are seen falling&lt;br /&gt;No worry is found upon him&lt;br /&gt;But just a big smile that is shining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's a clown that wears the mask of happiness&lt;br /&gt;But bears inside the feeling of sadness&lt;br /&gt;A smile on the outside&lt;br /&gt;But a tear in the inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though he hardly carries it&lt;br /&gt;He just continue with life and work for it,&lt;br /&gt;With his dreams for tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;To ease the pain and his sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.artie.com/gifs/arg-clown0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 169px; height: 156px;" src="http://www.artie.com/gifs/arg-clown0.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;           &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.artie.com/gifs/arg-clown0-left.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 177px; height: 156px;" src="http://www.artie.com/gifs/arg-clown0-left.gif" alt="" border="0" /&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/31490696-116805571714947705?l=hansentimiento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/feeds/116805571714947705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31490696&amp;postID=116805571714947705' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/116805571714947705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/116805571714947705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/2007/01/choco-laugh.html' title='Choco Laugh'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337120547165272266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SguMPR_IagI/AAAAAAAAIZ4/JWIaXpgWtuc/S220/img_1423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31490696.post-116796823999660229</id><published>2007-01-05T10:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T11:37:20.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Hope, New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've been thinking a lot about hope recently. It seems that everywhere we turn we see people who are without hope. We can see it on the news, in magazines, and in TV dramas. We see it when we go to the mall and sometimes even when we're at church. People are trying to find hope by somehow filling the void they feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All around us, we hear people say things like this: "I hope I'll win in lottery", "Sure hope our team wins the championship", "I hope it's sunny on Saturday for our picnic". We treat hope as a wish. But what happens to our "hope" if those don't turn out as we waited?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here in the Philippines, all we should hope for is peace, the calm in the midst of the storm. In the past weeks, we experienced numerous tragedies...landslides that killed several people, fires that burned some houses and establishments, chaos in the government, and bombings that cause injuries to its victims. Last December 29, my hometown ( Tacurong, Sultan Kudarat) experienced bombings and bomb threats. I don't know why, but if you ask me why I would always want to be home? My answer would be always YES...because I love my family, I love the place...my childhood friends...the food...the nature...besides, the &lt;b&gt;eye&lt;/b&gt; is a region where mostly calm weather can be found at the center of strong  storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.stoweartgallery.com/jones/eye%20of%20the%20storm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.stoweartgallery.com/jones/eye%20of%20the%20storm.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/31490696-116796823999660229?l=hansentimiento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/feeds/116796823999660229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31490696&amp;postID=116796823999660229' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/116796823999660229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/116796823999660229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-hope-new-year.html' title='New Hope, New Year'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337120547165272266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SguMPR_IagI/AAAAAAAAIZ4/JWIaXpgWtuc/S220/img_1423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31490696.post-116616339981690378</id><published>2006-12-15T13:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T14:16:39.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Early Christmas Present</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Honestly, I am exhausted. After spending three days with my client, my body seems to give up. I was so tired because I ate a lot..funny..hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, two of our clients from the US visited us to build stronger employer-employee relationship. They also wanted to tell us about their vision for the coming year (2007). We discussed many things about projects, expectations and needed improvements. We also had team-building activities that made my stomach ache due to extensive laughing. We also exchange ideas about culture, values and lifestyles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, it's a successful conference. I gained 3 pounds and I think I looked like 'pot belly' pigs. I was so grateful to the two of them. I thank them for the good food (order all you can), for their kindness and open minds...and most of all for their early Christmas present.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a248.e.akamai.net/7/248/2041/1168/store.apple.com/Catalog/US/Images/ipodshuffle/overview-pocket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 248px;" src="http://a248.e.akamai.net/7/248/2041/1168/store.apple.com/Catalog/US/Images/ipodshuffle/overview-pocket.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;*image is from http://store.apple.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;++what a cute ipod......hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31490696-116616339981690378?l=hansentimiento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/feeds/116616339981690378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31490696&amp;postID=116616339981690378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/116616339981690378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/116616339981690378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/2006/12/early-christmas-present.html' title='An Early Christmas Present'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337120547165272266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SguMPR_IagI/AAAAAAAAIZ4/JWIaXpgWtuc/S220/img_1423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31490696.post-116614650200140679</id><published>2006-12-15T09:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T13:58:09.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#13 Goodbye My Dragonfly</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fly to your new world&lt;br /&gt;Explore the gravity of sharing&lt;br /&gt;Now that you're gone&lt;br /&gt;My world stopped to sought the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The garden of my happiness&lt;br /&gt;Is now covered with loneliness&lt;br /&gt;The apple of my joy&lt;br /&gt;All died and has been destroyed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more beauty&lt;br /&gt;No more fragrance&lt;br /&gt;No more dragonfly&lt;br /&gt;To brighten my lonesome paradise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work...It all ends&lt;br /&gt;So, I cry in the leaves of the past&lt;br /&gt;Don't know where to start&lt;br /&gt;Still looking for that dragonfly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye! Goodbye!&lt;br /&gt;Heaven declared: John will die,&lt;br /&gt;You must say bye to the dragonfly&lt;br /&gt;And to the garden who witness all the tears..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;++written for a friend.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31490696-116614650200140679?l=hansentimiento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/feeds/116614650200140679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31490696&amp;postID=116614650200140679' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/116614650200140679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/116614650200140679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/2006/12/13-goodbye-my-dragonfly.html' title='#13 Goodbye My Dragonfly'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337120547165272266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SguMPR_IagI/AAAAAAAAIZ4/JWIaXpgWtuc/S220/img_1423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31490696.post-116536936340392506</id><published>2006-12-06T09:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T09:42:43.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be... Still... Know</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://smoking-room.ru/data/wallpaper/water-lily_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://smoking-room.ru/data/wallpaper/water-lily_02.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This article is from: &lt;a href="http://dailywisdom.gospelcom.net/archives/2006/12/05/index.html#002045"&gt;Daily Wisdom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For everything there is a season. A time to be quiet and a time to speak. Ecclesiastes 3:1-7&lt;br /&gt;I wait quietly before God, for my victory comes from him. Psalm 62:1 (NLT)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;First it looked sort of foggy. After the sun burned away the mist, we could see the beautiful hot air balloon. I wondered if it was quiet up there in the basket, under the balloon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've not ever been up in one of those, but when I tried paragliding, the noise of the wind currents surprised me. I had totally expected silence.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Quiet. Not an easy thing. A prayer I find myself saying often (maybe too often!) is for my mouth to stay closed at the right times, and not say anything, as well as prayers to say the right thing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's difficult for me to be still. Period. I'm a fairly active person. If I'm not up and doing something, I am thinking of what I will do when I do get up and going.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was reminded, about two weeks after seeing the hot air balloon, about this being quiet thing. We were visiting friends who have a retreat in the North Carolina mountains. As we sat in the very, very silent chapel of QuietReflections, the verse from Psalms 46 came into my mind: "Be still, and know that I am God."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Be. Be still. Then know. Hmm...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sometimes God speaks loud and clear. This was one of those times.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thank you Lord, that you care enough about us to get our attention, and speak to us in ways that we can hear you. Help us to hear You today, with the ears of our hearts. In Jesus' name. Amen.&lt;/p&gt;++ a great lesson after what happened...be still and know that He is God that holds us in the palm of His hand......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31490696-116536936340392506?l=hansentimiento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/feeds/116536936340392506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31490696&amp;postID=116536936340392506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/116536936340392506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/116536936340392506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/2006/12/be-still-know.html' title='Be... Still... Know'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337120547165272266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SguMPR_IagI/AAAAAAAAIZ4/JWIaXpgWtuc/S220/img_1423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31490696.post-116536446972780233</id><published>2006-12-06T08:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T08:21:09.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Back My Sanity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After 5 days of losing grip to my sanity, I finally have it back in its regular shape.  Last week, I was crazily worried with my boyfriend due to the fact that he was stranded in an island because of a typhoon. He was not able to send a message to me and to his family. God only knows how I spent those days, lack of sleep and couldn't eat. Alas! Monday came ad my boyfriend was back..to all my friends, thank you so much for the prayers....i was relieved..so happy...and i'm back to life's track. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31490696-116536446972780233?l=hansentimiento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/feeds/116536446972780233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31490696&amp;postID=116536446972780233' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/116536446972780233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/116536446972780233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/2006/12/getting-back-my-sanity.html' title='Getting Back My Sanity'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337120547165272266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SguMPR_IagI/AAAAAAAAIZ4/JWIaXpgWtuc/S220/img_1423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31490696.post-116495030822455539</id><published>2006-12-01T13:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T13:18:28.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting and Worrying</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The typhoon "Reming" is on it's second day here in the Philippines. Some provinces were severely affected. Many families evacuated to their corresponding shelters, trees were being uprooted, debris were flying, some people died. But here in Iloilo City, the sun is beaming on us. Today is a bright and sunny holiday (the president declared a holiday in honor of Andres Bonifacio). A day perfect for picnic and swimming. I should celebrate my birthday today because I wasn't able to do it yesterday....but where am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here in the office, facing my pc, waiting and worrying. I can't help it. I'm really worried about my boyfriend. I trust God but I can't stop this human nature. He's been out there, stranded  in Masbate where PAGASA raised the signal of the typhoon to #2. Gosh, I can't just sit here and wait for nothing. I have not received any text message from him today....Oh know...I don't know what to do....I wasn't able to eat properly and to sleep well...This coming Sunday, I'll go to Roxas City...I'll wait for him with his family...  &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/31490696-116495030822455539?l=hansentimiento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/feeds/116495030822455539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31490696&amp;postID=116495030822455539' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/116495030822455539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/116495030822455539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/2006/11/waiting-and-worrying.html' title='Waiting and Worrying'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337120547165272266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SguMPR_IagI/AAAAAAAAIZ4/JWIaXpgWtuc/S220/img_1423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31490696.post-116484925719108686</id><published>2006-11-30T09:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T09:20:47.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Counting Blessings On My Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today is my birthday. I’m living for 23 years here on earth, too long for just wandering under the bright sun. Today, even though I’m quite busy with my work, I’ll pause for a while to examine and take a look upon the blessings I have though I know I may not worth it.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;++ I thank God for my life…though sometimes I think I’m worthless. Well, everybody plays a role in the ecosystem. Look at the planktons, algae, earthworms…etc..&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;++I thank God for my family… though they were not perfect and no matter what they do we still belong to the same bloodline.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;++ I thank God for my work… though I am not really happy with it still it feeds my sister and me.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;++ I thank God for my country (Philippines)… though other nations viewed it as corrupt, poor, and “nanny outsourcing” counrty still, I am proud to be Pinoy… gifted…talented…dedicated.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;++ I thank god for my friends… though some of them were out of reach, at least they will be in my treasure chest forever.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;++ I thank God for this day… though I’ve only got 200 pesos in my pocket and a super-typhoon is coming (Durian/Reming) at least a year has been added in my age.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;++ Lastly, I thank God for my boyfriend, though he’s not here by my side I know he’s thinking of me and he loves me so much...&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;My only wish is that he will be back safely from &lt;st1:place&gt;Masbate&lt;/st1:place&gt;. As of this moment, he’s stranded because of the typhoon. God please hear my plea…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://dragons1.k12.ar.us/dragons/WCOBBWEB/birthday%20cake.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 209px;" src="http://dragons1.k12.ar.us/dragons/WCOBBWEB/birthday%20cake.gif" alt="" 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/31490696-116484925719108686?l=hansentimiento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/feeds/116484925719108686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31490696&amp;postID=116484925719108686' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/116484925719108686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/116484925719108686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/2006/11/counting-blessings-on-my-birthday.html' title='Counting Blessings On My Birthday'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337120547165272266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SguMPR_IagI/AAAAAAAAIZ4/JWIaXpgWtuc/S220/img_1423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31490696.post-116484616666904375</id><published>2006-11-30T08:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T08:22:46.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#12 I Can't Foget You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;I tried to say that I don’t love you&lt;br /&gt;But I’m a fool if I do&lt;br /&gt;Cause you’re my strength and my joy&lt;br /&gt;My shield in every journey&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;You are so special in my heart&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know why but I’m hurt&lt;br /&gt;To say how much I love you&lt;br /&gt;Though I cannot show it to you&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;I think for many times&lt;br /&gt;To ignore you in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Still you’re the one who owns&lt;br /&gt;No one can ever blown&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Your eyes are like thorns&lt;br /&gt;Of roses which begun to glow&lt;br /&gt;And also begun to grow&lt;br /&gt;In my heart full of sorrow&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Go! Go! I don’t love you&lt;br /&gt;Even if it hurts me so&lt;br /&gt;I will just keep it to myself&lt;br /&gt;Without expressing to thy self&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;You! Oh so cute girl&lt;br /&gt;Cause to make my life curl&lt;br /&gt;Making it so ugly&lt;br /&gt;Like a lily in a deserted valley&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Why? I asked God&lt;br /&gt;Such question may be senseless&lt;br /&gt;But I really need to know&lt;br /&gt;What God has tried to show?&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;How amazing life is&lt;br /&gt;Harder than the stone&lt;br /&gt;But God made you&lt;br /&gt;To make me glow&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Facing you I cannot do&lt;br /&gt;Loving me you can’t do too&lt;br /&gt;But only one thing I’ll do for you&lt;br /&gt;I will never forget you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; ++ I've been busy for the past few days..but here i am again..back on the track of posting poems written by my boyfriend......poems that were not for me..hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31490696-116484616666904375?l=hansentimiento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/feeds/116484616666904375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31490696&amp;postID=116484616666904375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/116484616666904375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/116484616666904375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/2006/11/12-i-cant-foget-you.html' title='#12 I Can&apos;t Foget You'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337120547165272266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SguMPR_IagI/AAAAAAAAIZ4/JWIaXpgWtuc/S220/img_1423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31490696.post-116441638003582461</id><published>2006-11-25T08:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T08:59:40.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#11 How Can I Doubt Him</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2586/3411/1600/46704/jesus2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2586/3411/320/227913/jesus2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I doubt Him?&lt;br /&gt;How can I fear?&lt;br /&gt;When I know Jesus&lt;br /&gt;Is standing so near?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I know that Jesus&lt;br /&gt;Is walking by my way&lt;br /&gt;All of my nights&lt;br /&gt;And all of my days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is my Master&lt;br /&gt;I am His Slave&lt;br /&gt;He is the King&lt;br /&gt;I owe Him everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me remember&lt;br /&gt;That Christ is by my side&lt;br /&gt;Never forgetting&lt;br /&gt;The grace that He supplied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His love lives forever&lt;br /&gt;As I'll serve Him each day&lt;br /&gt;Dear God, help me honor&lt;br /&gt;His steadfast love every day&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/31490696-116441638003582461?l=hansentimiento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/feeds/116441638003582461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31490696&amp;postID=116441638003582461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/116441638003582461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/116441638003582461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/2006/11/11-how-can-i-doubt-him.html' title='#11 How Can I Doubt Him'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337120547165272266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SguMPR_IagI/AAAAAAAAIZ4/JWIaXpgWtuc/S220/img_1423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31490696.post-116425863449350801</id><published>2006-11-23T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T13:10:34.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Daddy's Tribute (Maybe)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Her hair was up in a ponytail Her favorite dress tied with a bow.&lt;br /&gt;Today was Daddy's Day at school, And she couldn't wait to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But her mommy tried to tell her, That she probably should stay home.&lt;br /&gt;Why the kids might not understand, If she went to school alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she was not afraid; She knew just what to say.&lt;br /&gt;What to tell her classmates Of why he wasn't there today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still her mother worried, For her to face this day alone.&lt;br /&gt;And that was why once again, She tried to keep her daughter home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the little girl went to school, Eager to tell them all.&lt;br /&gt;About a dad she'd never see A dad who never calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;from: "Daily Thoughts"  &lt;a href="http://eesutant.blogspot.com"&gt;http://eesutant.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I was randomly surfing for other blogs and something made me stop when I was viewing this blog. I saw this poem about "a daddy". I felt that I was that little girl and her daddy was mine. My dad was staying at home and was living with us but he seemed to be a tiny speck in my life. He was just my biological father...he was never been a real father to me. I don't hate my father...it's rude to hate him and it's a sin...but I don't know if I love him. He acted as if he never existed in my life...he's physically present but we don't have emotional bond. I don't know why, I just grew up with these sentiments. I am closer to my uncles. I just cling to the hope that someday God will find a way to let this "father-and-daughter" relationship spring between us. I hope it will happen before it's too late.....&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/31490696-116425863449350801?l=hansentimiento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/feeds/116425863449350801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31490696&amp;postID=116425863449350801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/116425863449350801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/116425863449350801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/2006/11/daddys-tribute-maybe.html' title='A Daddy&apos;s Tribute (Maybe)'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337120547165272266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SguMPR_IagI/AAAAAAAAIZ4/JWIaXpgWtuc/S220/img_1423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31490696.post-116408840482845495</id><published>2006-11-21T13:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T16:17:33.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once in a Lifetime</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img133.imageshack.us/img133/5741/i12600327288880yj7.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 459px;" src="http://img133.imageshack.us/img133/5741/i12600327288880yj7.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2586/3411/1600/979791/i126003272_88880.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it only happens ONCE, not twice,&lt;br /&gt;the moments vanishing like mice,&lt;br /&gt;scurrying past , life much too fast,&lt;br /&gt;and only for the very brave, the strong, the true,&lt;br /&gt;and when the moment comes for you,&lt;br /&gt;don't let it pass you by,&lt;br /&gt;for in the twinkling of an eye,&lt;br /&gt;the love is gone, the moment's dead,&lt;br /&gt;an empty ringing in your head,&lt;br /&gt;your heart will know when fate has whispered in your ear...&lt;br /&gt;oh never fear, beloved friend,&lt;br /&gt;for in the end it's worth the price, the fee, the cost,&lt;br /&gt;when all is lost but love is won,&lt;br /&gt;when true love comes,&lt;br /&gt;there is but ONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Once in a Lifetime"-- Danielle Steel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;++ my favorite danielle steel's book...i really liked the story...indeed true  love only happens once in a lifetime....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/31490696-116408840482845495?l=hansentimiento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/feeds/116408840482845495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31490696&amp;postID=116408840482845495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/116408840482845495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/116408840482845495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/2006/11/once-in-lifetime.html' title='Once in a Lifetime'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337120547165272266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SguMPR_IagI/AAAAAAAAIZ4/JWIaXpgWtuc/S220/img_1423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31490696.post-116381288959425946</id><published>2006-11-18T09:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T08:23:07.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#10 Where Is God?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2586/3411/1600/jesus6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2586/3411/320/jesus6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is God? I asked one day&lt;br /&gt;Down the road as I made my way&lt;br /&gt;Sadness gripped me all around&lt;br /&gt;It seemed my world had sent Him out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is God? I asked one day&lt;br /&gt;The trees were bare. The sky was gray&lt;br /&gt;Then looking down, to my surprise&lt;br /&gt;I saw Him in my lover's eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;++he had written this during the times when he 's wondering if God still cares for him. he then realized that somewhere somehow God is using some people to show him the love and care he's looking for. and i'm on the top of this list......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31490696-116381288959425946?l=hansentimiento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/feeds/116381288959425946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31490696&amp;postID=116381288959425946' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/116381288959425946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/116381288959425946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/2006/11/10-where-is-god.html' title='#10 Where Is God?'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337120547165272266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SguMPR_IagI/AAAAAAAAIZ4/JWIaXpgWtuc/S220/img_1423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31490696.post-116364740452336885</id><published>2006-11-16T11:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T13:00:34.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#09 A Risk Worth Taking</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2586/3411/1600/fairyheartsm2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2586/3411/320/fairyheartsm2.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2586/3411/1600/aniredangelhrt22002.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2586/3411/320/aniredangelhrt22002.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2586/3411/1600/fairyheartsm.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2586/3411/320/fairyheartsm.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is the girl I can’t forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Of all the things she never regret&lt;br /&gt;For all the time that she spent&lt;br /&gt;She was hurt, though I didn’t meant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could I repay her?&lt;br /&gt;All her life to me she care&lt;br /&gt;She neglect her own Calvary&lt;br /&gt;She carries my own destiny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promised her the lovely moon&lt;br /&gt;Instead I gave a rose of stone&lt;br /&gt;I saw her tears they were made of thorns&lt;br /&gt;I then killed myself with the pride of horns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She made a risk worth taking&lt;br /&gt;I find myself from dying to living&lt;br /&gt;She extends her arms of love&lt;br /&gt;I saw the light I fell in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now she’s the ink of my pen&lt;br /&gt;The stars of my dream&lt;br /&gt;Composer of my life’s hymn&lt;br /&gt;She’s Hannah the amazing woman I’ve ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                                                                                                     &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JOHN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;++ i've got to delay my to-post list here in my blog..i'm so flattered with this poem..he just made this yesterday...after so many years finally, i've got one. a risk woth taking, the exact words that can describe our relationship. indeed, he hasn't lost his poetry..hope you'll like it too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31490696-116364740452336885?l=hansentimiento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/feeds/116364740452336885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31490696&amp;postID=116364740452336885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/116364740452336885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/116364740452336885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/2006/11/09-risk-worth-taking.html' title='#09 A Risk Worth Taking'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337120547165272266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SguMPR_IagI/AAAAAAAAIZ4/JWIaXpgWtuc/S220/img_1423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31490696.post-116355507346746006</id><published>2006-11-15T08:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:45:58.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starry, Starry Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2586/3411/1600/starry%20night.1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 160px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2586/3411/320/starry%20night.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One starry night hundred of years ago, a man named Galileo stares into the sky through a telescope he had designed. He discovered more about moons, planets, stars and the universe. He hypothesized that God was holding the universe together through mathematical “laws” that kept it in place and ticking like a well-designed clock.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Three days ago, I saw the stars…the most beautiful ones. For me, only few sights are more inspiring than a star-filled sky especially when you view it with the person you love the most.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Last weekend, I went to &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;Roxas&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype&gt;City&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; to visit my boyfriend. We had a dinner of grilled catfish, squid, pork chop, and chicken liver and gizzard (only in the &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Philippines&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;) in one of the cottages along the beach. With this feast, I forgot about my diet and ate all I can put in my stomach. After that delicious dinner, we decided to take a walk. Then, I had the glimpse of the most beautiful stars I’ve ever seen. Though millions of miles away, they seemed so close that I felt I could almost touch them. The two of us stood still for a moment and gazed at that romantic, amazing scenery. With the cool breeze and the gentle sound of the waves, he held me tight and whispered, “I love you”. Gosh! I’m so flattered…the world stopped turning, my heart stopped beating and the stars were falling…I can see fireworks…oopps…too much imagination I guess….We went home with a bliss and full of love. By the way, it was that night when the stars glittered to its full beauty….. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Twinkle, twinkle, little star,&lt;br /&gt;How I wonder what you are!&lt;br /&gt;Up above the world so high,&lt;br /&gt;Like a diamond in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;Twinkle, twinkle, little star,&lt;br /&gt;How I wonder what you are!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img301.imageshack.us/img301/4253/i10314680653590oc1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 259px;" src="http://img301.imageshack.us/img301/4253/i10314680653590oc1.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2586/3411/1600/i103146806_53590.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31490696-116355507346746006?l=hansentimiento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/feeds/116355507346746006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31490696&amp;postID=116355507346746006' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/116355507346746006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/116355507346746006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/2006/11/starry-starry-night.html' title='Starry, Starry Night'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337120547165272266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SguMPR_IagI/AAAAAAAAIZ4/JWIaXpgWtuc/S220/img_1423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31490696.post-116346469456004280</id><published>2006-11-14T07:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T08:38:15.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#08 Fallen Leaves Of Roses</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2586/3411/1600/rose.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2586/3411/320/rose.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Time just come and time may go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Roses don't remain to grow and glow&lt;br /&gt;It's leaves sometimes fall in time of snow&lt;br /&gt;Take care of it to preserve its glow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days are not enough to flourish it again&lt;br /&gt;So many pieces might had been missing&lt;br /&gt;God is the only way who can make it bloom again&lt;br /&gt;Perfect is He who can give us rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely roses turn into ugly ones&lt;br /&gt;Not as the same as those have been gone&lt;br /&gt;Faded petals were fallen on the ground&lt;br /&gt;Blown by the wind, creating no sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outer beauty now has gone away&lt;br /&gt;Fast as the weather who once betray&lt;br /&gt;It's too late to rearrange it in proper way&lt;br /&gt;Look what you've done! Now, leaves of roses fade away.&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/31490696-116346469456004280?l=hansentimiento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/feeds/116346469456004280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31490696&amp;postID=116346469456004280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/116346469456004280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/116346469456004280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/2006/11/08-fallen-leaves-of-roses.html' title='#08 Fallen Leaves Of Roses'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337120547165272266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SguMPR_IagI/AAAAAAAAIZ4/JWIaXpgWtuc/S220/img_1423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31490696.post-116321183503103659</id><published>2006-11-11T09:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:28:08.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Blue Pill or the Red Pill?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2586/3411/1600/marriage-icon.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2586/3411/320/marriage-icon.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Marriage is not a word. It's a sentence (a life sentence).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marriage is love. Love is blind. Therefore marriage is an institution for the blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marriage is an institution in which a man loses his bachelor's degree and the woman gets her masters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A married life is full of excitement and frustrations. In the first year of marriage, the man speaks and the woman listens. In the second year, the woman speaks and the man listens. In the third year, they both speak and the NEIGHBOURS listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is a long sweet dream, and marriage is the alarm clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a cocktail party, one woman said to another...AREN'T YOU WEARING YOUR RING ON THE WRONG FINGER? The other replied, YES, I AM, I MARRIED THE WRONG MAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Man is incomplete until he gets married, then he is finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter how often a married man changes his job, he still ends up with the same boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooppss! I am not an anti-marriage person nor planning to get married soon.  It was after having this little chat with my cousin that I started to have this idea in my mind. She talked to me last sunday and she was getting married this coming February. And worst, she revealed that maybe she is pregnant. Well, I'm not against her decision for she only "informed" me and she was not seeking any advice from me. I know she's old enough (22 yrs. old) and she knows what's she's doing with her life. It's just that I don't want her to be bitter with marriage and love someday. I want her to think twice before plunging to the unpredictable life ahead of her. I'm not pessimisstic, but in my opinion they were not ready for this ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When thinking about marriage,  Morpheus immortal words to Neo reverberate in my head that speaks, " This is your last chance. After this there is no turning back. You take the blue pill; the story ends; you wake up in your bed and believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill; you stay in wonderland, and I'll show you how deep the rabbit hole goes. remember, all I'm offering is the truth, nothing more."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday when i'm ready, I'll marry the man I love. Ready to raise a child and to act as a wife. Perhaps marriage is better than waking up next to an empty pillow....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2586/3411/1600/wedding.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2586/3411/320/wedding.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/31490696-116321183503103659?l=hansentimiento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/feeds/116321183503103659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31490696&amp;postID=116321183503103659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/116321183503103659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/116321183503103659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/2006/11/blue-pill-or-red-pill.html' title='The Blue Pill or the Red Pill?'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337120547165272266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SguMPR_IagI/AAAAAAAAIZ4/JWIaXpgWtuc/S220/img_1423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31490696.post-116312465072650285</id><published>2006-11-10T09:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T10:21:15.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ROLLER COASTER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2586/3411/1600/roller_coaster_7.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 148px; height: 187px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2586/3411/320/roller_coaster_7.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The climb is slow. I see the top.&lt;br /&gt;I must persevere; it's not time to stop.&lt;br /&gt;Apprehesion fills my mind.&lt;br /&gt;As I go higher, I leave more behind.&lt;br /&gt;The crest! It's just up ahead.&lt;br /&gt;My hands hold tight&lt;br /&gt;to this track-bound sled.&lt;br /&gt;Whoa! The wind . . .&lt;br /&gt;the force is taking my breath away.&lt;br /&gt;I'm dropping down like a wounded jay,&lt;br /&gt;Falling, falling to the lowest pit,&lt;br /&gt;Heading south with no brakes to hit.&lt;br /&gt;Help! Now I'm spinning 'round.&lt;br /&gt;I'm catching glimpses of the ground.&lt;br /&gt;The sky is twisting, I'm a stunt jet in flight;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling sick and there's no end in sight.&lt;br /&gt;Now dipping, cutting, rising, turning -&lt;br /&gt;my mind is racing and my gut is churning.&lt;br /&gt;I simply want off! I want it to end!&lt;br /&gt;There! I see the final bend.&lt;br /&gt;But, WHAT? The ride keeps going!&lt;br /&gt;It's not stopping . . . it's not even slowing!&lt;br /&gt;I'm back to the climb, back to the start.&lt;br /&gt;This ride of my life is hard on my heart!&lt;br /&gt;The reality is, in our daily highs and lows,&lt;br /&gt;that nothing is constant - life rolls and flows.&lt;br /&gt;Yet we're held firm in a loving embrace,&lt;br /&gt;God will see us through this winding race.&lt;br /&gt;There will be tough times, good times interwined,&lt;br /&gt;but the track holds firm, it's always kind.&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of where you are today,&lt;br /&gt;Realize change won't go away;&lt;br /&gt;But cicumstances and situations will,&lt;br /&gt;So hold on to Jesus and rest in His will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom Felten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;                                                ++  my favorite poem. i kept a copy of this since i'm in my 3rd year college (2003). many said that that life is like a wheel, but as you can read the perfect replica of life is a roller coaster. enjoy the ride !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img301.imageshack.us/img301/3646/parkxk6.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 368px; height: 229px;" src="http://img301.imageshack.us/img301/3646/parkxk6.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/31490696-116312465072650285?l=hansentimiento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/feeds/116312465072650285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31490696&amp;postID=116312465072650285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/116312465072650285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/116312465072650285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/2006/11/roller-coaster.html' title='ROLLER COASTER'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337120547165272266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SguMPR_IagI/AAAAAAAAIZ4/JWIaXpgWtuc/S220/img_1423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31490696.post-116304273012029525</id><published>2006-11-09T11:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T11:25:30.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#07 Take my Heart in the Palm of You're Hand</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2586/3411/1600/jesus1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2586/3411/320/jesus1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i am so lonely that day&lt;br /&gt;no one cares and no one dares to stay&lt;br /&gt;in my depression&lt;br /&gt;to You only i pray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cry out to You, my God&lt;br /&gt;take the sorrow inside my heart&lt;br /&gt;let thy love mend my heart&lt;br /&gt;create in me a simple art&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i've done?&lt;br /&gt;can You forgive me?&lt;br /&gt;will You set me free?&lt;br /&gt;and change my way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am a failure Lord&lt;br /&gt;no one understands me&lt;br /&gt;even when i let them see&lt;br /&gt;my true identity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hold me in You're prsence&lt;br /&gt;and let me count you're blessings&lt;br /&gt;because You alone is my God&lt;br /&gt;to Thee i will be glad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;++ what's painful than a broken heart?&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/31490696-116304273012029525?l=hansentimiento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/feeds/116304273012029525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31490696&amp;postID=116304273012029525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/116304273012029525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/116304273012029525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/2006/11/07-take-my-heart-in-palm-of-youre-hand.html' title='#07 Take my Heart in the Palm of You&apos;re Hand'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337120547165272266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SguMPR_IagI/AAAAAAAAIZ4/JWIaXpgWtuc/S220/img_1423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31490696.post-116294578106620676</id><published>2006-11-08T08:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:52:05.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#06 Pie of My Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Realizing the truths of life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I found someone who gave me life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;In behalf of my silence,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m still pursuing to reach my dreams.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;All my life I’ve been searching,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;All my life I’ve been wanting,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;To find the sweetest pie, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;And I saw it as I stare in your eye.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Across the miles I found you,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The smile that beams within you,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Touches my heart and let it tremble,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Makes me happy and comfortable.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Your eyes are like thunder,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Your presence is like a wave&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;That when I come unto you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I feel that I have no strength too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;In my dreams I couldn’t find you,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;But in my heart you’re always true,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;My heart is always open to welcome you,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;To let you in and not to let you go.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Your voice in a far away place,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Was like a bird, singing for its praise&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;To the One who created you,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;To the One who give me love to love you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I wrote this poem to see you bloom,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;To inspire you in your own home,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;‘Cause you’re my only pie&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I wish I won’t be shy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img149.imageshack.us/img149/884/sharebearyp5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 252px;" src="http://img149.imageshack.us/img149/884/sharebearyp5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;++ how he loved this "pie".  how i wished we met first, to spare him from the heartaches he had during those times. i'm still blessed, i have him now...heheheheh&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/31490696-116294578106620676?l=hansentimiento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/feeds/116294578106620676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31490696&amp;postID=116294578106620676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/116294578106620676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/116294578106620676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/2006/11/06-pie-of-my-life.html' title='#06 Pie of My Life'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337120547165272266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SguMPR_IagI/AAAAAAAAIZ4/JWIaXpgWtuc/S220/img_1423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31490696.post-116286730064050267</id><published>2006-11-07T10:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T08:35:48.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#05 Wrapped in Dirty Wrapper</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;See yourself in a distance&lt;br /&gt;You can reach until France&lt;br /&gt;Always looking for something&lt;br /&gt;Found a lot then gain nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning has broken&lt;br /&gt;Now you’re forsaken&lt;br /&gt;You can’t find the right way of living&lt;br /&gt;You can’t trace the right way of thinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrapped in a dirty wrapper&lt;br /&gt;A hidden precious pearl&lt;br /&gt;Shining in the darkness&lt;br /&gt;Coping with all the lonely days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray and then don’t go astray&lt;br /&gt;God will lead you in a hay&lt;br /&gt;Where the little boy once lay&lt;br /&gt;Suffered, died and betrayed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beauty is foretold&lt;br /&gt;The innocent has been called&lt;br /&gt;To see the rainbow away&lt;br /&gt;That prepares for another day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2586/3411/1600/Wish_bear_large.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2586/3411/320/Wish_bear_large.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;++written after he was "dumped" by the girl.&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/31490696-116286730064050267?l=hansentimiento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/feeds/116286730064050267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31490696&amp;postID=116286730064050267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/116286730064050267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/116286730064050267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/2006/11/05-wrapped-in-dirty-wrapper.html' title='#05 Wrapped in Dirty Wrapper'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337120547165272266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SguMPR_IagI/AAAAAAAAIZ4/JWIaXpgWtuc/S220/img_1423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31490696.post-116278139114219475</id><published>2006-11-06T10:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T10:08:43.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#04 Sunshine in the Dark</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;darkness in one side of you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;picture it out in another view&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loneliness beyond the blue&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what would you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;you cannot see it in the dark&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;light your candle and see the light&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see the beauty of an old ark&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a day full of mark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;J colors your day&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E makes you happy&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S gives you smile&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;US, partners in every mile&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;in every darkness of life&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there’s a shining sun so bright&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;covers the dark, making it light&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something shown and became white&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;live like a shining star&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where people see you from afar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inspiring them as they go on&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to live life full of turns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2586/3411/1600/Funshine_bear_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 268px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2586/3411/320/Funshine_bear_large.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;++ written to inspire his friends when they had a problem on their college&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/31490696-116278139114219475?l=hansentimiento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/feeds/116278139114219475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31490696&amp;postID=116278139114219475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/116278139114219475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/116278139114219475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/2006/11/04-sunshine-in-dark.html' title='#04 Sunshine in the Dark'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337120547165272266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SguMPR_IagI/AAAAAAAAIZ4/JWIaXpgWtuc/S220/img_1423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31490696.post-116278118537228274</id><published>2006-11-06T10:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T10:10:03.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yawn! Yawn! Yawn!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2586/3411/1600/29.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 177px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2586/3411/400/29.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;What makes you yawn? Long, dull lectures? Your roommate’s endless talking about someone? Boring sermons? As for me, it's my monotonous, drudging daily routine, my work. This leads me to wonder why people yawn. What makes a person contort his or her face, stretch his or her mouth wide open, take a deep breath, and sigh?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I found the answer to an article I have read, and here it goes: the shallow breathing, stuffy air, or anxiety can deplete oxygen in our bodies. So God equipped us with deep-breath reflex response that is designed to send a rush of oxygen to the rescue. Aside from this technical explanation, yawns or sighs usually signal tiredness, nervousness, or boredom.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;As I read further, I have learned that there is also a "sigh of the soul". And yes, I agree with it for sometimes I also tried to find the true meaning of life. Time after time my spirit ends up crying, "Everything is meaningless". Sometimes, everything seemed to produce a sigh of emptiness.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Are you feeling that life is empty and futile? I'll admit that sometimes I do. Maybe you'll want to join me in a prayer from Campus Journal:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Lord, help me to see that my disappointments and yawns of boredom with pleasures of life are for a purpose. They are meant to bring me to You. I realize that You alone are the One who gives significance to anything and everything that I want or that I experience in this life. Amen...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Now, I'm going back to work...zzz...zzz...zzz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2586/3411/1600/Bedtime_bear_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 263px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2586/3411/320/Bedtime_bear_large.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/31490696-116278118537228274?l=hansentimiento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/feeds/116278118537228274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31490696&amp;postID=116278118537228274' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/116278118537228274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/116278118537228274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/2006/11/yawn-yawn-yawn.html' title='Yawn! Yawn! Yawn!'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337120547165272266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SguMPR_IagI/AAAAAAAAIZ4/JWIaXpgWtuc/S220/img_1423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31490696.post-116260892365615954</id><published>2006-11-04T10:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T11:16:50.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#03 If I Die Will You Miss Me?</title><content type='html'>If I die would you cry?&lt;br /&gt;If I die can you still smile?&lt;br /&gt;If you see me flying high,&lt;br /&gt;Saying goodbye with a cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll die without saying, "I love you".&lt;br /&gt;Without telling that I miss you,&lt;br /&gt;But for sure I'll still continue&lt;br /&gt;To reach out for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish in my burial,&lt;br /&gt;I'll see your face before I go&lt;br /&gt;Before I leave this earth of sorrow&lt;br /&gt;Before I'm gone and let you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How sad it is if you'll not miss me&lt;br /&gt;But don't worry for I'll never be&lt;br /&gt;As sad as in my memory&lt;br /&gt;In my heart you'll always stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;++ this poem was written for my boyfriend's bestfriend. but i doubt it, i think he wrote this for the "girl", this was made after several months of not talking to "her".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31490696-116260892365615954?l=hansentimiento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/feeds/116260892365615954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31490696&amp;postID=116260892365615954' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/116260892365615954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/116260892365615954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/2006/11/03-if-i-die-will-you-miss-me.html' title='#03 If I Die Will You Miss Me?'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337120547165272266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SguMPR_IagI/AAAAAAAAIZ4/JWIaXpgWtuc/S220/img_1423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31490696.post-116260581972423991</id><published>2006-11-04T09:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T10:21:09.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life In The Eyes Of A Child</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2586/3411/1600/morehead28.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2586/3411/320/morehead28.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is like a box of chocolates, full of flavors, full or surprises but somehow you'll never know what's in store for you. According to one of my college friends, "Life sucks when we grow up!". Indeed, there's a truth beyond this pessimistic quote. When I'm still young and careless, life was nothing but a piece of cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, then, remembered the book (To Kill a Mockingbird) I have read months ago. For me, it's the perfect example of life in child's perspective. Looking back, I can't help but to smile as I reminisce those memories, a life without complications. I used to play with our neighbors and forgot to eat on time. As a result, I had an ulcer which causes me trouble until now. I enjoyed every single day as if it was my last. I was pleased to receive presents (birthday and xmas). Every Sunday, I attended our “Sunday School", a bible class geared to guide every child in his or her journey here on earth. In school, all I have to do was to memorize my A, B, C and recite 1+1 = 2. During recess, I would buy my favorite junk foods such as I won I won, Tarzan (chewing gum), jellyace, chocnut and others. I can eat as many as I want without getting fat. Every night I used to drink milk, to collect the free fairy tale stories from Nido. I was so obedient to my mom too. There were no discussions between us on many things. Definitely, I was an outstanding daughter then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh...that was my life before. Now, it’s bombarded with whines and neurosis. I have to keep myself from eating too much because I'm getting fatter..and fatter..hehehe (maybe i'm anorexic). I have to wake up early to go to work and should have a great amount of patience to stay employed. I'm stuck with my degree (engineering) that I never dreamed of. I also end up debating with my mother on topics such as my career and my boyfriend. I'm getting bored with my life; even though I know that change is the only constant thing in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, I conclude that life is like a roller coaster. It has its twists and turns, ups and downs. You'll never know where you'll be in the coming years. All I can do is enjoy the ride, like most children do. I can utter many oohhs and aahhs, I can stumble and fall but I can also get up and soar high. With a wide grin, I can now say: "Life is a piece of cake, it’s yummy, want to have one?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2586/3411/1600/cute.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2586/3411/320/cute.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/31490696-116260581972423991?l=hansentimiento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/feeds/116260581972423991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31490696&amp;postID=116260581972423991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/116260581972423991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/116260581972423991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/2006/11/life-in-eyes-of-child.html' title='Life In The Eyes Of A Child'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337120547165272266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SguMPR_IagI/AAAAAAAAIZ4/JWIaXpgWtuc/S220/img_1423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31490696.post-116228365358860450</id><published>2006-10-31T16:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T16:34:13.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...For a Happier Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2586/3411/1600/ShowLetter1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2586/3411/400/ShowLetter1.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2586/3411/1600/ShowLetter2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2586/3411/400/ShowLetter2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2586/3411/1600/ShowLetter3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2586/3411/400/ShowLetter3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2586/3411/1600/ShowLetter4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2586/3411/400/ShowLetter4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2586/3411/1600/ShowLetter5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2586/3411/400/ShowLetter5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2586/3411/1600/ShowLetter6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2586/3411/400/ShowLetter6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2586/3411/1600/ShowLetter7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2586/3411/400/ShowLetter7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;++sent through an email by my friend..i find it cute, and decided to post it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31490696-116228365358860450?l=hansentimiento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/feeds/116228365358860450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31490696&amp;postID=116228365358860450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/116228365358860450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/116228365358860450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/2006/10/for-happier-life.html' title='...For a Happier Life'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337120547165272266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SguMPR_IagI/AAAAAAAAIZ4/JWIaXpgWtuc/S220/img_1423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31490696.post-116182147587898825</id><published>2006-10-26T08:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T08:11:15.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#02 What If You're Gone</title><content type='html'>During my youngest days&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where is my place&lt;br /&gt;Whether in a far away hill&lt;br /&gt;Or in the place where I'll be killed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one day I started to fall in love&lt;br /&gt;I know it's a gift from up above&lt;br /&gt;But then how come you go away?&lt;br /&gt;You made me cry, I felt betrayed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no hope, I was lost&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside there's a hole, I felt worst&lt;br /&gt;Why life is so unfair?&lt;br /&gt;One day you're here and then suddenly disappear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness that I once gain&lt;br /&gt;Turned into sadness and great pain&lt;br /&gt;All my effort were in vain&lt;br /&gt;Useless and out of flame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that you're suddenly gone&lt;br /&gt;Gone 'till the dawn of the sun&lt;br /&gt;I think it's a mystery&lt;br /&gt;Than can create a big tragedy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time for me to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Remembering all, then I cry&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the dark sky&lt;br /&gt;Wishing that I'll just die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are gone&lt;br /&gt;I will treasure that you're the one&lt;br /&gt;Who would mold me into a better man&lt;br /&gt;Who can do anything as long as there's sun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;++this poem was given to me..but honestly speaking, i don't know if this is really for me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31490696-116182147587898825?l=hansentimiento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/feeds/116182147587898825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31490696&amp;postID=116182147587898825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/116182147587898825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/116182147587898825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/2006/10/02-what-if-youre-gone.html' title='#02 What If You&apos;re Gone'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337120547165272266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SguMPR_IagI/AAAAAAAAIZ4/JWIaXpgWtuc/S220/img_1423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31490696.post-116131655918950671</id><published>2006-10-20T11:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T13:14:05.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ultimate Sob Story</title><content type='html'>My boyfriend broke up with me. My family hated me. I flunked on three major exams. I got my first grade below 2.0. But there's good news too. God still loved me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may sound like a sad country tune but it all came true for me one semestral break, a few weeks before my birthday. I was anxious and in despair, and I felt as if everything I loved and wanted was abruptly taken away...my family...my love...my dreams...my life... I didn't see much hope for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always found myself in our school's prayer garden, crying my heart out. I felt miserable and lost for a few months. I knew I should let go and let God do his ultimate plan for me. But I couldn't, or it's better to say that I wouldn't. I chose to travel the lonely path of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is, until I reread the story of Job who had it even worse. As the story unfolds, he loses his whole family, except for his sympathetic wife. Job also loses all  his property and livestock. Then he suddenly breaks out in terrible boils. It seems that God isn't listening when in fact He is. As the story ends, God restored all Job's property and health. He also gave Job three daughters, the most beautiful in their land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouch! My ranting heart is silenced. I realized that God's goodness and power cannot be questioned. God himself is the answer to any question I might have. I'll just have to wait for the "day of my life's restoration".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;++ i wrote this three years ago...i found it in my Mechanics 3 notebook.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31490696-116131655918950671?l=hansentimiento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/feeds/116131655918950671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31490696&amp;postID=116131655918950671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/116131655918950671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/116131655918950671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/2006/10/ultimate-sob-story.html' title='The Ultimate Sob Story'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337120547165272266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SguMPR_IagI/AAAAAAAAIZ4/JWIaXpgWtuc/S220/img_1423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31490696.post-116124426861960514</id><published>2006-10-19T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T11:23:05.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#01 I Came to Love You Late</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2586/3411/1600/Can_you_feel_it__by_Kamishona.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2586/3411/320/Can_you_feel_it__by_Kamishona.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Looking for somebody&lt;br /&gt;I found out nobody&lt;br /&gt;In this world where everybody&lt;br /&gt;Is searching for anybody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been everywhere&lt;br /&gt;In a place of nowhere&lt;br /&gt;Only to find out you're just anywhere&lt;br /&gt;But somehow, I'm lost somewhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until I saw you&lt;br /&gt;Shining beyond the blue&lt;br /&gt;I tried to reach you&lt;br /&gt;I focused myself but I can't do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until one day I realize&lt;br /&gt;To let this love come true&lt;br /&gt;What I fantasize&lt;br /&gt;Now, my dreams I will recognize&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time has come to love you&lt;br /&gt;All my fears I will throw&lt;br /&gt;To prove to you that it's all true&lt;br /&gt;Try me, just give me a clue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm starting to create&lt;br /&gt;A true happening....&lt;br /&gt;Where we should meet&lt;br /&gt;Because I came to love you late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;++ this was made for me before "he" courted me..hehehe&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/31490696-116124426861960514?l=hansentimiento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/feeds/116124426861960514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31490696&amp;postID=116124426861960514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/116124426861960514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/116124426861960514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/2006/10/01-i-came-to-love-you-late.html' title='#01 I Came to Love You Late'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337120547165272266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SguMPR_IagI/AAAAAAAAIZ4/JWIaXpgWtuc/S220/img_1423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31490696.post-116113082774754209</id><published>2006-10-18T08:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T07:58:39.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Been Thinking About.... A Heartache</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2586/3411/1600/anime5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2586/3411/200/anime5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There was a book entitled “Eleven Minutes” by Paulo Coelho and I found it very intriguing. I’m not promoting his book for, I haven’t read it to its last page. I only had an excerpt of it. Some of you may find this boring, but some may like it. I just want to share these insights with you. It can open your eyes, and be a believer just like me.&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;Some may say: "Love is a terrible thing that will make you suffer..."&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;All our life, we thought of love as some kind of voluntary enslavement. Well, that’s a lie: freedom only exists when love is present. The person who gives him or herself wholly, the person who feels freest, is the person who loves most wholeheartedly. And the person who loves wholeheartedly feels free. In love, no one can harm anyone else; we are each of us responsible for our own feelings and cannot blame someone else for what we feel.&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;"It hurts when we lost various men or women we fell in love with." Now, though, I am convinced that no one loses anyone, because no one owns anyone.That is the true experience of freedom: having the most important thing in the world without owning it. People come and go.... leaving behind only a part of them. &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;An artist who left his art, a musician who left his music and a poet who left his poetry… Most people cry their hearts out over a person who just left them. We meet the person for a reason and spending time with him or her is another thing. Perhaps our role is to make that person laugh even for a week or two. And when the person leaves, we’ll be remembered forever because somehow we’ve made the person happy even for a short period of time. These people are free to come and go into our lives as often as they want to because we don’t really own them. Yet if we try to imprison them in our own world and make them our own, like a bird its feathers will lose its glow and they will turn ugly each day. The person is not meant to be caged but rather released in the arms of the sky, flying freely. And he/she will continue to shed its beauty and we, on the other hand will continue to admire it from a distance......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31490696-116113082774754209?l=hansentimiento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/feeds/116113082774754209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31490696&amp;postID=116113082774754209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/116113082774754209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/116113082774754209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/2006/10/been-thinking-about-heartache.html' title='Been Thinking About.... A Heartache'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337120547165272266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SguMPR_IagI/AAAAAAAAIZ4/JWIaXpgWtuc/S220/img_1423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31490696.post-116113053854547867</id><published>2006-10-18T08:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T08:15:38.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Behind this Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am not a poet nor a writer. In fact, most of the articles you'll read in this blog were not mine. They were my boyfriend's sentiments. He likes to write poems on people and life itself. He started to expressed his thoughts through poetry after he met his first love. Ouch! Definitely SHE's not me. Unfortunately, this "girl" wasn't able to read any of them. I hope one day, she'll be able to visit this blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swim with me under the depths of the sea, take a plunge on life's poetry. My desire is to inspire everyone with my boyfreind's works and other articles written by some not-so-famous authors. I may be able to post some of my sentiments for the day and bore you with my repeatitive rants(just joking).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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/31490696-116113053854547867?l=hansentimiento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/feeds/116113053854547867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31490696&amp;postID=116113053854547867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/116113053854547867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/116113053854547867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/2006/10/behind-this-blog.html' title='Behind this Blog'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337120547165272266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SguMPR_IagI/AAAAAAAAIZ4/JWIaXpgWtuc/S220/img_1423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31490696.post-115355907400587006</id><published>2006-07-22T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T08:51:47.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Am I?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I first heard this song last summer. My mini-me sister used to strum a guitar and sang it with her moderately good voice. Since then, this became my favorite song. It tells me about how God loves me despite of who am I. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Who am I, that the Lord of all the earth&lt;br /&gt;Would care to know my name&lt;br /&gt;Would care to feel my hurt&lt;br /&gt;Who am I, that the Bright and Morning Star&lt;br /&gt;Would choose to light the way&lt;br /&gt;For my ever wandering heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not because of who I am&lt;br /&gt;But because of what You've done&lt;br /&gt;Not because of what I've done&lt;br /&gt;But because of who You are &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a flower quickly fading&lt;br /&gt;Here today and gone tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;A wave tossed in the ocean&lt;br /&gt;Vapor in the wind&lt;br /&gt;Still You hear me when I'm calling&lt;br /&gt;Lord, You catch me when I'm falling&lt;br /&gt;And You've told me who I am&lt;br /&gt;I am Yours, I am Yours &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am I, that the eyes that see my sin&lt;br /&gt;Would look on me with love and watch me rise again&lt;br /&gt;Who am I, that the voice that calmed the sea&lt;br /&gt;Would call out through the rain&lt;br /&gt;And calm the storm in me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not because of who I am&lt;br /&gt;But because of what You've done&lt;br /&gt;Not because of what I've done&lt;br /&gt;But because of who You are &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a flower quickly fading&lt;br /&gt;Here today and gone tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;A wave tossed in the ocean&lt;br /&gt;Vapor in the wind&lt;br /&gt;Still You hear me when I'm calling&lt;br /&gt;Lord, You catch me when I'm falling&lt;br /&gt;And You've told me who I am&lt;br /&gt;I am Yours &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not because of who I am&lt;br /&gt;But because of what You've done&lt;br /&gt;Not because of what I've done&lt;br /&gt;But because of who You are &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a flower quickly fading&lt;br /&gt;Here today and gone tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;A wave tossed in the ocean&lt;br /&gt;Vapor in the wind&lt;br /&gt;Still You hear me when I'm calling&lt;br /&gt;Lord, You catch me when I'm falling&lt;br /&gt;And You've told me who I am &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Yours&lt;br /&gt;I am Yours&lt;br /&gt;Whom shall I fear&lt;br /&gt;Whom shall I fear&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I am Yours&lt;br /&gt;I am Yours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;by: Casting Crowns (2003)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&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/31490696-115355907400587006?l=hansentimiento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/feeds/115355907400587006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31490696&amp;postID=115355907400587006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/115355907400587006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31490696/posts/default/115355907400587006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansentimiento.blogspot.com/2006/07/who-am-i.html' title='Who Am I?'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337120547165272266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SguMPR_IagI/AAAAAAAAIZ4/JWIaXpgWtuc/S220/img_1423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
