<?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-10637119</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:27:19.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shtick creation</title><subtitle type='html'>talents of a dazed soul</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceijg2.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637119/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceijg2.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ceejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816549346695601998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/01/47/5377410/11455295815272l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>53</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10637119.post-114955723048835196</id><published>2006-06-06T09:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T09:36:13.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to think like a man catcher</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3769/831/1600/7333654.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3769/831/320/7333654.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by E. Jean Carroll&lt;br /&gt;(taken from her book Mr. Right, Right Now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You live a life of purpose and your purpose is not about men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You do not adopt anybody else's way of doing things, but find your own way - including following / not following any so-called seven "deep and essential truths".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You do not give a big flying fart blossom what men think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Whether men love you or hate you, you trully dont care (okay, okay, you do care, but you dont desperately care).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. You do not fritter away your life worrying about the male beast and what he is "doing".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. You know that it is completely useless to take men seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. This attitude causes men to froth at the mouth like rabid shrinks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10637119-114955723048835196?l=ceijg2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceijg2.blogspot.com/feeds/114955723048835196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10637119&amp;postID=114955723048835196' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637119/posts/default/114955723048835196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637119/posts/default/114955723048835196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceijg2.blogspot.com/2006/06/how-to-think-like-man-catcher.html' title='How to think like a man catcher'/><author><name>ceejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816549346695601998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/01/47/5377410/11455295815272l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10637119.post-114955710467639498</id><published>2006-06-06T09:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T09:35:16.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My commandments</title><content type='html'>based from Robert Fulghum's Recommendation of the 10th commandments.&lt;br /&gt;(the 10th and maybe 11th will just follow....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Buy peanuts or balot from any kid who is selling.&lt;br /&gt;2. Anytime you can vote on anything, vote.&lt;br /&gt;3. Attend the fifth, tenth,... twenty-fifth  reunion of your high school class.&lt;br /&gt;4. Choose having time over having money.&lt;br /&gt;5. Always take the scenic route.&lt;br /&gt;6. Give at least something to any beggar who ask (except if he is physically able than you).&lt;br /&gt;7. Give money to all street musicians and give candies to children who are asking for money.&lt;br /&gt;8. Always be someone's valentine.&lt;br /&gt;9. When the concert comes to town, be there. ( for as long as affordable ang ticket)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10637119-114955710467639498?l=ceijg2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceijg2.blogspot.com/feeds/114955710467639498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10637119&amp;postID=114955710467639498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637119/posts/default/114955710467639498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637119/posts/default/114955710467639498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceijg2.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-commandments.html' title='My commandments'/><author><name>ceejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816549346695601998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/01/47/5377410/11455295815272l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10637119.post-114955703536288355</id><published>2006-06-06T09:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T09:23:55.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>soup 1: It was on fire!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3769/831/1600/4798236-0-m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3769/831/320/4798236-0-m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would you dare to lay on a bed of fire?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only stupid and needy people do... but for the sane ones... i dont think they will ever do that dare ( except for a price). I have read Robert Fulghum's book "It was on fire when i lay down on it". He didnt really laid on the bed of fire but the book seems like a fire that laying on it would not be harmful and would be beneficial. Points to Ponder!As a proof, i quoted some lines from the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I cannot understand my own behavior. I fail to carry out the things I want to do and I find myself doing the very things i hate.&lt;br /&gt;            -&gt; statement by Saint Paul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I know what evil I am about to do. My irrational self is stronger than my resolution.&lt;br /&gt;           -&gt; words from Euripides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Falling is not so bad. It's a little like flying, but you dont have to flap your arms.&lt;br /&gt;    It's hitting the ground that is teh hassle. So try not to hit the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. To ponder is not to brood or grieve or even meditate.&lt;br /&gt;    It is to wonder at a deep level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. One must believe that anything can happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. In life, what counts is not what I do, but how I think about myself while I'm doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. A willingness to do your share of cleaning up the mess is a test.&lt;br /&gt;    And taking out the garbage of this life is a condition of membership in the community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Being an adult is a dirty work.&lt;br /&gt;    But someone has to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Doing good involves a kind of grimness.&lt;br /&gt;    To assaul evil, even small evil, with mischeif, cleverness, merritment, and laugther - that takes&lt;br /&gt;    genuis few of us have but which, when it is found, graces the human scene and makes progress     both possible and palatable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. No matter what you do, it's probably not going to work out very well anyhow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10637119-114955703536288355?l=ceijg2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceijg2.blogspot.com/feeds/114955703536288355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10637119&amp;postID=114955703536288355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637119/posts/default/114955703536288355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637119/posts/default/114955703536288355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceijg2.blogspot.com/2006/06/soup-1-it-was-on-fire.html' title='soup 1: It was on fire!'/><author><name>ceejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816549346695601998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/01/47/5377410/11455295815272l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10637119.post-112969187313885514</id><published>2005-10-19T11:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T11:17:53.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to get your pigs pregnant</title><content type='html'>A man has a farm and he wants to find a way to &lt;br /&gt;get his pigs pregnant so he goes to a vet. The&lt;br /&gt;vet tells him," To get them pregnant you have to&lt;br /&gt;fuck them all up the ass. The way to see if &lt;br /&gt;they're pregnant is that if they roll in the mud,&lt;br /&gt;they're not, and if they roll in the grass, &lt;br /&gt;they're pregnant." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy loads the pigs into his truck and fucks&lt;br /&gt;them up the ass. Next day he wakes up and says to&lt;br /&gt;his wife," Hey honey, what are the pigs doing?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wife says," Oh they're rolling in the mud." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gets really pissed and finds out from the vet &lt;br /&gt;he has to fuck them twice as hard, so again he &lt;br /&gt;loads the pigs into the truck and fucks them &lt;br /&gt;again. Next morning he wakes up and says,"&lt;br /&gt;Hey honey, are the pigs rolling on the mud?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wife says," No they're not." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man is really happy and says," Really? Well&lt;br /&gt;then what are they doing?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wife says," They're waiting for you in the &lt;br /&gt;truck."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10637119-112969187313885514?l=ceijg2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceijg2.blogspot.com/feeds/112969187313885514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10637119&amp;postID=112969187313885514' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637119/posts/default/112969187313885514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637119/posts/default/112969187313885514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceijg2.blogspot.com/2005/10/how-to-get-your-pigs-pregnant.html' title='How to get your pigs pregnant'/><author><name>ceejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816549346695601998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/01/47/5377410/11455295815272l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10637119.post-112969169254454762</id><published>2005-10-19T11:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T11:14:52.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why did the chicken crossed the road?</title><content type='html'>LA Police Department: Give us five minutes with&lt;br /&gt;the chicken and we'll find out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Einstein: Did the chicken really cross the road or&lt;br /&gt;did the road move under the chicken?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain James T. Kirk: To boldly go where no&lt;br /&gt;chicken has gone before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat Buchanan: To steal a job from a decent,&lt;br /&gt;hardworking American.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saddam Hussein: This was an unprovoked act of&lt;br /&gt;rebellion and we were quite justified in dropping&lt;br /&gt;50 tons of nerve gas on the chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freud: The fact that you are at all concerned that&lt;br /&gt;chicken crossed the road reveals your underlying&lt;br /&gt;sexual insecurity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karl Marx: It was a historical inevitability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa: In my day, we didn't ask why the chicken&lt;br /&gt;crossed the road. Someone told us that the&lt;br /&gt;chicken had crossed the road and that was good&lt;br /&gt;enough for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill Clinton: Because in a lapse of judgement&lt;br /&gt;I mislead the chicken. However Kenneth Starr's&lt;br /&gt;report on the matter was uncalled for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colonel Sanders: Did I miss one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richard M. Nixon: The chicken did not cross the&lt;br /&gt;road. I repeat, the chicken did not cross the&lt;br /&gt;road. I don't know any chickens. I have never&lt;br /&gt;known any chickens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin Luther King, Jr.: I envision a world where&lt;br /&gt;all chickens will be free to cross roads without&lt;br /&gt;having their motives called into question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aristotle: It is the nature of chickens to cross&lt;br /&gt;the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ronald Reagan: What chicken?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill Gates: I have just released Chicken Coop&lt;br /&gt;2000, which will not only cross roads, but will&lt;br /&gt;lay eggs, file your important documents, and&lt;br /&gt;balance your checkbook, and Explorer is an&lt;br /&gt;inextricable part of the operating system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerry Seinfeld: Why does anyone cross a road? I&lt;br /&gt;mean, why doesn't anyone ever think to ask, What&lt;br /&gt;the heck was this chicken doing walking around all&lt;br /&gt;over the place, anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oliver Stone: The question is not, Why did the&lt;br /&gt;chicken cross the  road? Rather, it is, Who was&lt;br /&gt;crossing the road at the same time, whom we&lt;br /&gt;overlooked in our haste to observe the chicken&lt;br /&gt;crossing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JFK: Ask not what your road can do for your&lt;br /&gt;chicken - ask what your chicken do for your road!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darwin: Chickens, over great periods of time, have&lt;br /&gt;been naturally selected in such a way that they&lt;br /&gt;are now genetically disposed to cross roads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Machiavelli: The point is that the chicken crossed&lt;br /&gt;the road. Who cares why? The end of crossing the&lt;br /&gt;road justifies whatever motive there was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buddha: Asking this question denies your own&lt;br /&gt;chicken nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moses: And God came down from the Heavens, and He&lt;br /&gt;said unto the chicken, "Thou shalt cross the&lt;br /&gt;road". And the chicken crossed the road, and&lt;br /&gt;there was much rejoicing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hamlet: To cross or not to cross, that is the&lt;br /&gt;question!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kindergarten teacher: To get to the other side!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10637119-112969169254454762?l=ceijg2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceijg2.blogspot.com/feeds/112969169254454762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10637119&amp;postID=112969169254454762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637119/posts/default/112969169254454762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637119/posts/default/112969169254454762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceijg2.blogspot.com/2005/10/why-did-chicken-crossed-road.html' title='Why did the chicken crossed the road?'/><author><name>ceejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816549346695601998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/01/47/5377410/11455295815272l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10637119.post-112900309810802787</id><published>2005-10-11T11:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T11:58:18.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>35-Year-Old Cosmic Mystery Solved in a Flash</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://chandra.harvard.edu/photo/2005/grb050709/grb050709_med.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://chandra.harvard.edu/photo/2005/grb050709/grb050709_med.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;An artist's rendering (left) of GRB 050709 depicts a gamma-ray burst that was discovered on 9 July, 2005 by NASA's High-Energy Transient Explorer. The burst radiated an enormous amount of energy in gamma-rays for half a second, then faded away. Three days later, Chandra's detection of the X-ray afterglow (inset) established its position with high accuracy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt; A Hubble Space Telescope image showed that the burst occurred in the outskirts of a spiral galaxy about 2 billion light years from Earth. This location is outside the star-forming regions of the galaxy and evidence that the burst was not produced by the explosion of an extremely massive star..... more updates can be found on this site&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;http://chandra.harvard.edu/photo/2005/grb050709/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10637119-112900309810802787?l=ceijg2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceijg2.blogspot.com/feeds/112900309810802787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10637119&amp;postID=112900309810802787' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637119/posts/default/112900309810802787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637119/posts/default/112900309810802787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceijg2.blogspot.com/2005/10/35-year-old-cosmic-mystery-solved-in.html' title='35-Year-Old Cosmic Mystery Solved in a Flash'/><author><name>ceejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816549346695601998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/01/47/5377410/11455295815272l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10637119.post-112900249020008992</id><published>2005-10-11T11:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T11:48:10.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NASA Space Observatories Glimpse Faint Afterglow of Nearby Stellar Explosion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://chandra.harvard.edu/photo/2005/n132d/n132d_med.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://chandra.harvard.edu/photo/2005/n132d/n132d_med.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);" class="italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);" class="italic"&gt;This beautiful image shows a glowing horseshoe-shaped cloud of hot gas against a backdrop of thousands of stars in the Large Magellanic Cloud, a nearby galaxy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; Observations with Chandra (X-ray/blue) and Hubble (optical/pink &amp; purple) were used to make this composite image of N132D, a supernova remnant that was produced by the explosion of a massive star.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;for more of chandra news and updates visit this site: http://chandra.harvard.edu/photo/2005/n132d/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10637119-112900249020008992?l=ceijg2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceijg2.blogspot.com/feeds/112900249020008992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10637119&amp;postID=112900249020008992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637119/posts/default/112900249020008992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637119/posts/default/112900249020008992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceijg2.blogspot.com/2005/10/nasa-space-observatories-glimpse-faint.html' title='NASA Space Observatories Glimpse Faint Afterglow of Nearby Stellar Explosion'/><author><name>ceejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816549346695601998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/01/47/5377410/11455295815272l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10637119.post-112759592384816435</id><published>2005-09-25T05:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T05:14:47.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cute anime picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://66.111.49.71/wallpapers/evangelion/evangelion_17_t.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://66.111.49.71/wallpapers/meg/meg_1_t.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://66.111.49.71/wallpapers/mystique/mystique_1_t.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://66.111.49.71/wallpapers/boogiepop/boogiepop_5_t.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;more on www.animewallpapers.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10637119-112759592384816435?l=ceijg2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceijg2.blogspot.com/feeds/112759592384816435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10637119&amp;postID=112759592384816435' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637119/posts/default/112759592384816435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637119/posts/default/112759592384816435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceijg2.blogspot.com/2005/09/cute-anime-picture.html' title='cute anime picture'/><author><name>ceejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816549346695601998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/01/47/5377410/11455295815272l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10637119.post-112759085442315602</id><published>2005-09-25T03:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T03:40:54.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tycho's Supernova Remnant</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://chandra.harvard.edu/photo/2005/tycho/tycho_med.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://chandra.harvard.edu/photo/2005/tycho/tycho_med.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="italic"&gt;In 1572, the Danish astronomer Tycho Brahe observed and studied the explosion of a star that became known as Tycho's supernova.&lt;/span&gt; More than four centuries later, Chandra's image of the supernova remnant shows an expanding bubble of multimillion degree debris (green and red) inside a more rapidly moving shell of extremely high energy electrons (filamentary blue).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The supersonic expansion (about six million miles per hour) of the stellar debris has created two X-ray emitting shock waves - one moving outward into the interstellar gas, and another moving back into the debris. These shock waves produce sudden, large changes in pressure and temperature, like an extreme version of sonic booms produced by the supersonic motion of airplanes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; According to the standard theory, the outward-moving shock wave should be about 2 light years ahead of the stellar debris. What Chandra found instead is that the stellar debris has kept pace with the outer shock and is only about half a light year behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The most likely explanation for this behavior is that a large fraction of the energy of the outward-moving shock wave is going into the acceleration of atomic nuclei to speeds approaching the speed of light. The Chandra observations provide the strongest evidence yet that nuclei are indeed accelerated and that the energy contained in the high-speed nuclei in Tycho's remnant is about 100 times that observed in high-speed electrons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This finding is important for understanding the origin of cosmic rays, the high-energy nuclei which pervade the Galaxy and constantly bombard the Earth. Since their discovery in the early years of the 20th century, many sources of cosmic rays have been proposed, including flares on the sun and similar events on other stars, pulsars, black hole accretion disks, and the prime suspect - supernova shock waves. Chandra's observations of Tycho's supernova remnant strengthen the case for this explanation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;source: http://chandra.harvard.edu/photo/2005/tycho/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10637119-112759085442315602?l=ceijg2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceijg2.blogspot.com/feeds/112759085442315602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10637119&amp;postID=112759085442315602' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637119/posts/default/112759085442315602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637119/posts/default/112759085442315602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceijg2.blogspot.com/2005/09/tychos-supernova-remnant.html' title='Tycho&apos;s Supernova Remnant'/><author><name>ceejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816549346695601998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/01/47/5377410/11455295815272l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10637119.post-112616328918236600</id><published>2005-09-08T14:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T12:55:45.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tree, leaf and wind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.freenaturepictures.com/assets/images/lores/windsweptpine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.freenaturepictures.com/assets/images/lores/windsweptpine.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:±¼¸²;"&gt;_______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;"Leaf departure   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:±¼¸²;"  lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; is because of Wind pursuit. Or because Tree didn't ask her to stay" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Imee forwarded this story to me through email. I patiently read the email however because I’m a bit “gisapot” after having some fight with my room mate few hours ago. As I was reading, I realized that the story was almost the same as my own love story. A real love story that I didn’t want to recall because the damaged it cause hunted my life for months. but nevertheless, i appreciated the story. hope you'll enjoy reading it not only because you're bored. u'll find that some incidents reflects on reality!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;______________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Adlib:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I’m brave because I let go of someone I loved so much. But how I wish I could never be that braver. I hate love stories because it only reminds me of my own sad fate in love. An incident that keeps on chasing my toughs every second, and every time, a memory that will always be part of my life where the scars is always present in my heart and only time can tell when it will heal. If only I could bring back the time, I would never be that courageous in letting him go. I really thought I would never be affected with his memories, but as time passes by, my love for him keeps on getting stronger. shacks.. corny na talaga...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;______________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:±¼¸²;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:±¼¸²;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tree&lt;br /&gt;=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:±¼¸²;"  lang="EN-US"&gt; The reason people call me "Tree" is because I'm good at painting trees.&lt;br /&gt;Overtime I started to use a tree on the right hand corner as a trademark for&lt;br /&gt;all my watercolors painting. I had dated 5 gals when I was in Pre-U. There's&lt;br /&gt;one gal who I love a lot but never dare to go after. She doesn't have a&lt;br /&gt;pretty face, doesn't have a good figure, and doesn't have outstanding charm.&lt;br /&gt;She is just a very ordinary gal.&lt;br /&gt;I like her. I really like her. I like her innocence, like her frankness. I&lt;br /&gt;like her cuteness, I like her intelligence and her fragility. Reason for not&lt;br /&gt;going after her is because I felt somebody so ordinary like her is not a&lt;br /&gt;good match for me. I'm also afraid that after we are together all the good&lt;br /&gt;feelings will vanish. I'm also afraid other's gossips will hurt her. I felt&lt;br /&gt;that if she's my gal, she will be mine ultimately &amp; I don't have to give up&lt;br /&gt;everything just for her. The last reason, made her accompanying me for 3&lt;br /&gt;years. She watched me chase after gals, and I have made her heart cries for&lt;br /&gt;3 years.&lt;br /&gt;She wants to be a good actress and I'm a very demanding director. When I&lt;br /&gt;kissed my 2nd girlfriend, she bumped into us. She was embarrassed but smiled&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; say, "Go on!" before running off. The next day, her eyes were swollen like&lt;br /&gt;a walnut. I purposely didn't want to think about what causes her to cry but&lt;br /&gt;laugh at her the whole day. When everybody went back home, she was alone&lt;br /&gt;crying in the classroom. She didn't know that I returned from soccer&lt;br /&gt;training to get something. I watched her cry for an hour or so.&lt;br /&gt;My 4th girlfriend didn't like her. There was once when both of them&lt;br /&gt;quarreled. I know that based on her character she's not the type that will&lt;br /&gt;start off the quarrel. But I still sided with my girlfriend. I shouted at&lt;br /&gt;her and her eyes were filled with shocking sad tears. I didn't care about&lt;br /&gt;her feelings and walked off with my girlfriend. The next day, she still&lt;br /&gt;laugh &amp; joke with me like nothing has ever happened. I know that she's very&lt;br /&gt;hurt but she didn't know that my heartache is as bad as hers. I was hurt&lt;br /&gt;too.&lt;br /&gt;When I broke up with my 5th girlfriend, I asked her out. After going out for&lt;br /&gt;a day, I told her that I have something to tell her. She told me that&lt;br /&gt;coincidentally, she has something to tell me too. I told her about my break&lt;br /&gt;up and she told me about her getting together. I know who's the guy. He has&lt;br /&gt;been going after her for quite a while. A very cute guy, full of energy, is&lt;br /&gt;lively and interesting. His pursuit for her has been the talk of the school.&lt;br /&gt;I can't show her my heartache but could only smile &amp;amp; congratulate her. When&lt;br /&gt;I reach home, the heartache is so strong that I can't stand it. It's like a&lt;br /&gt;heavy weighted stone on my chest. I couldn't breath. Wanted to shout but&lt;br /&gt;can't. Tears rolled down &amp; I broke down &amp;amp; cry. How many times have I seen&lt;br /&gt;her cry for the man that doesn't acknowledge her presence too?&lt;br /&gt;During graduation, I read a sms in my hp. It was send 10 days ago when I&lt;br /&gt;broke down and cry. I haven't read it since then. It says, "Leaf departure&lt;br /&gt;is because of Wind pursuit. Or because Tree didn't ask her to stay" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:±¼¸²;"  lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Leaf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; = &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During Pre-U days, I like to collect leaves. Why? Because I felt that for a&lt;br /&gt;leaf to leave the tree she has been relying on for so long it takes a lot of&lt;br /&gt;courage. During the 3 years of Pre-U I was on very close terms with a guy.&lt;br /&gt;Not BGR kind but as buddy kind. But when he had his 1st girlfriend, I learnt&lt;br /&gt;a feeling I never should have learnt - Jealousy. The sourness in the heart&lt;br /&gt;can't be described by using a lemon. It's like 100 rotten sour lemon.&lt;br /&gt;Sourness to the extreme limit. They were only together for 2 months. When&lt;br /&gt;they broke up, I hide my strong sense of happiness. But after a month, he&lt;br /&gt;got together with another gal.&lt;br /&gt;I like him &amp; I know he like me. But why won't he pursue me? Since he loves&lt;br /&gt;me why he doesn't want to make the first move?  Whenever he had a new&lt;br /&gt;girlfriend, my heart would hurt. Time after time, my heart was hurt. I begin&lt;br /&gt;to suspect that this is a one sided love. If he doesn   t like me, why does he&lt;br /&gt;treat me so well? It's beyond what you will normally do for a friend. Liking&lt;br /&gt;a person is very heart wrenching. I can know his likes, his habits. But his&lt;br /&gt;feelings towards me I can never figure out. You can't expect me a gal to ask&lt;br /&gt;him right?&lt;br /&gt;Despite that, I still want to be by his side. Care for him, accompany him,&lt;br /&gt;and love him. Hoping that one fine day, he will come &amp;amp; love me. It's like&lt;br /&gt;waiting for his phone call every night, wanting him to send me sms. I know&lt;br /&gt;that no matter how busy he is, he will make time for me. Because of this, I&lt;br /&gt;waited for him. The 3 years were the hardest to go through &amp; I really want&lt;br /&gt;to give up. Sometimes, I wonder should I continue waiting. The pain and&lt;br /&gt;hurt, the dilemma accompanied me for 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;Till the end of my 3rd year, a 2nd year junior begins to go after me.&lt;br /&gt;Everyday he pursuit me relentlessly. From outright rejection to a point in&lt;br /&gt;time when I felt that I'm willing to let him have a small footing in my&lt;br /&gt;heart. He's like a warm &amp;amp; gentle wind, trying to blow a leaf away from the&lt;br /&gt;tree. In the end, I realized that I didn't want to give this wind a small&lt;br /&gt;footing in my heart. I know this wind will bring this badly battered leave&lt;br /&gt;far away &amp; better land. Finally I left tree, but the tree only smile &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;didn't ask me to stay.&lt;br /&gt;Leaf departure is because of Wind pursuit. Or because Tree didn't ask her to&lt;br /&gt;stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; == &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I like a gal called leaf. Because she's so dependent on tree so I&lt;br /&gt;have to be a gust wind. A wind that will blow her away. When I first met&lt;br /&gt;her, it was 1 month after I transfer to the new school. I saw a petite&lt;br /&gt;person looking at my seniors &amp; me playing soccer. During ECA time, she will&lt;br /&gt;always be sitting there. Be it alone or with her friends looking at him.&lt;br /&gt;When he talks with gals there's jealousy in her eyes. When he looked at her,&lt;br /&gt;there's a smile in her eyes. Looking at her became my habit. Just like she&lt;br /&gt;likes to look at him.&lt;br /&gt;One day, she didn't appear. I felt something amissed.  I can't explain the&lt;br /&gt;feeling except it's a kind of uneasiness. The senior was also not there as&lt;br /&gt;well. I went to their classroom, hid outside and saw my senior scolding her.&lt;br /&gt;Tears were in her eyes while he left. The next day, I saw her at her usual&lt;br /&gt;place, looking at him. I walked over and smiled to her. Took out a note &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;gave to her. She was surprised. She looked at me, smiled &amp; accepts the note.&lt;br /&gt;The next day, she appeared &amp;amp; passes me a note and left.&lt;br /&gt;Leaf's heart is too heavy and wind couldn't blow her away It's not that&lt;br /&gt;leaf heart is too heavy. It because leaf never want to leave tree&lt;br /&gt;I replied her note with this statement and slowly she started to talk to me&lt;br /&gt;&amp; accept my presents &amp;amp; phone calls. I know that the person she loves is not&lt;br /&gt;me. But I have this perseverance that one day I will make her like me.&lt;br /&gt;Within 4 months, I have declared my love for her no less than 20 times.&lt;br /&gt;Every time, she will divert away from the topic. But I never give up. If I&lt;br /&gt;decide I want her to be mine, I will definitely use all means to win her&lt;br /&gt;over.  I can't remember how many times I have declared my love to her.&lt;br /&gt;Although I know she will try to divert but I still bear a small ray of hope.&lt;br /&gt;Hoping that she will agree to me my girlfriend. I didn't hear any reply from&lt;br /&gt;her over the phone. I asked, "What are you doing? How come you didn't want&lt;br /&gt;to reply?" She said, "I'm nodding my head". "Ah?" I couldn't believe my&lt;br /&gt;ears. "I'm nodding my head" She replied loudly. I hang up the phone, quickly&lt;br /&gt;changed and took a taxi and rush to her place &amp; press her doorbell. During&lt;br /&gt;the moment when she opens the door, I hugged her tightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:±¼¸²;"  lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Leaf departure is because of Wind pursuit. Or because Tree didn't ask her to stay.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:±¼¸²;"&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/10637119-112616328918236600?l=ceijg2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceijg2.blogspot.com/feeds/112616328918236600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10637119&amp;postID=112616328918236600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637119/posts/default/112616328918236600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637119/posts/default/112616328918236600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceijg2.blogspot.com/2005/09/tree-leaf-and-wind.html' title='tree, leaf and wind'/><author><name>ceejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816549346695601998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/01/47/5377410/11455295815272l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10637119.post-112561095160991478</id><published>2005-09-02T05:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T05:45:12.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" &gt;"the cause of all negative emotions&lt;br /&gt;is a disruption in the body's energy system"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i onced dreamed of becoming a doctor but my being hematophobia hinders me&lt;br /&gt;then, i dreamed of being a lawyer but i hate politics and violence and so i gave up liking the career.&lt;br /&gt;next, i dreamed of becoming an astronout but im "biyahilo" thus, "naudlot na panaginip".&lt;br /&gt;i also wanted to be a soldier but im not that tall to be accepted in the academy.&lt;br /&gt;and i liked to be a nurse too, but i didnt liked the idea of wearing white pencil-cut skirts. i hated blood more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, i turned 16, i decided to be a nun, but emotional stability was one of the qualifications. im still imature at that.&lt;br /&gt;i still wanted to be a nun but my heart begun to pump and so i made up my mind. " i want to be a mum".&lt;br /&gt;im afraid of bearing a child, worst, im afraid of u, and that ends my mommy career.&lt;br /&gt;then, i came to a decision of being a teacher, actually its mother's decision.&lt;br /&gt;a teacher in what field? i asked her, anything that deals with number she replied.&lt;br /&gt;and so i took-up "physics" a course that helped me achieve my mother's goal.&lt;br /&gt;and whalah! im a teacher now. a teacher in physics..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that didnt end my longing for now, i choose to be a writter. i want to write something in english because im already good in filipino. now may i ask, dont u think i can be a writter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10637119-112561095160991478?l=ceijg2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceijg2.blogspot.com/feeds/112561095160991478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10637119&amp;postID=112561095160991478' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637119/posts/default/112561095160991478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637119/posts/default/112561095160991478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceijg2.blogspot.com/2005/09/dream.html' title='dream'/><author><name>ceejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816549346695601998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/01/47/5377410/11455295815272l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10637119.post-112560622375428107</id><published>2005-09-02T04:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T04:45:06.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diamond in the rough</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://gladstone.uoregon.edu/%7Edcalwhit/pics/cats/animecat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://gladstone.uoregon.edu/%7Edcalwhit/pics/cats/animecat.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i found the lyrics of this song in the internet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; as i go through it, i was touched by the message and decided to post it here coz maybe u'll be touch to..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. but then i cant fully appreciate it because i dont know the song, it's new to me actually. So, anybody who could help me sing the song?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;©A. P. Carter &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;While walking out one evening&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Not knowing where to go&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Just to pass the time away&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Before we gave the show&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I met a little salvation band&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Singing with all its might&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I gave my heart to Jesus&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And left the show that night&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;The day will soon be over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;And degging will be done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;And no more gems be gathered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;So let us all press on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Till Jesus comes to claim us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;And says it is enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;The diamonds will be shining&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;No longer in the rough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;While reading through the Bible&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Some wondrous sights I see&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I read of Peter, James and John&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;By the Sea of Galilee&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And Jesus when he found them&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;He found them very tough&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And they were precious diamonds&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;He gathered in the rough&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&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/10637119-112560622375428107?l=ceijg2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceijg2.blogspot.com/feeds/112560622375428107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10637119&amp;postID=112560622375428107' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637119/posts/default/112560622375428107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637119/posts/default/112560622375428107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceijg2.blogspot.com/2005/09/diamond-in-rough.html' title='Diamond in the rough'/><author><name>ceejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816549346695601998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/01/47/5377410/11455295815272l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10637119.post-112560186393731747</id><published>2005-09-02T03:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T03:11:03.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bright Young Stars Mix It Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://chandra.harvard.edu/photo/2005/trump/trump_xray_central_thm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://chandra.harvard.edu/photo/2005/trump/trump_xray_central_thm.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://chandra.harvard.edu/photo/2005/trump/trump_xray_med.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://chandra.harvard.edu/photo/2005/trump/trump_xray_med.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="italic"&gt;Chandra's image of the star cluster Trumpler 14 shows about 1,600 stars and a diffuse glow from hot multimillion degree X-ray producing gas.&lt;/span&gt; The cluster has one of the highest concentrations of massive, luminous stars in the Galaxy. Located on the edge of a giant molecular cloud, it is part of the Carina Complex which contains at least 8 star clusters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bright stars in Trumpler 14 are young (about 1 million years old), and much more massive than the Sun. They will shine brightly, exhaust their prodigious energy, and explode spectacularly as supernovas in a few million years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, the young, massive stars have a profound influence on their environment through the ionizing effects of their light, and the high-speed winds of particles that are pushed away from their surfaces by the intense radiation. Shock waves that develop in these winds can heat gas to millions of degrees Celsius and produce intense X-ray sources. In the accompanying image (below, right), the bright white source in the center of the wide-field image (above) has been resolved to reveal several massive stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a larger scale, stellar winds can carve out cavities in the clouds of gas and dust that surround the stars, and trigger the formation of new stars. These cavities are filled with million-degree gas that produce the diffuse X-ray glow in the image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The glow in the lower, rectangular part of the image (the gap between the upper and lower portions of the image is an instrumental artifact) is from a gas cloud that has been enriched with oxygen, neon, silicon and iron. This probably marks the final contribution of a once-bright star that exploded as a supernova thousands of years ago, and in the process dispersed these heavy elements into the interstellar medium. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;reference: http://chandra.harvard.edu/photo/2005/trump/&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/10637119-112560186393731747?l=ceijg2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceijg2.blogspot.com/feeds/112560186393731747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10637119&amp;postID=112560186393731747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637119/posts/default/112560186393731747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637119/posts/default/112560186393731747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceijg2.blogspot.com/2005/09/bright-young-stars-mix-it-up.html' title='Bright Young Stars Mix It Up'/><author><name>ceejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816549346695601998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/01/47/5377410/11455295815272l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10637119.post-112533434326762699</id><published>2005-08-30T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T00:52:23.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>palakasan fever.. the return</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;phase 2&lt;br /&gt;volleyball mania&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;we didnt make it to the champ! we lost the game versus CBA this morning. however our team had a close fight with the griffins. i didnt watched the game coz i had a lot of assignments (well job assignments w/c was assigned to me before the palakasan)... "hay mao siguro ni problema sa mga peeps na nagsige ug ngisi, pirmanente lang suguon kay di man kabalo mubalibad". And, so i asked assistance from one of my colleague who was a former volleyball player of the csm team and also maam lanie was already present to give the full support... from moral to financial just kidding!. i got from them the information about the fate of our team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could not give the full detail of the game because i wasnt there...well, i think its not our time to win..hope next year we'll have the glory.. hehehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there wont be any phase 3 because our team was eliminated.. cheers to my team coz for me we were the best.. (di lang na naproved hehehehe)&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/10637119-112533434326762699?l=ceijg2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceijg2.blogspot.com/feeds/112533434326762699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10637119&amp;postID=112533434326762699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637119/posts/default/112533434326762699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637119/posts/default/112533434326762699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceijg2.blogspot.com/2005/08/palakasan-fever-return.html' title='palakasan fever.. the return'/><author><name>ceejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816549346695601998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/01/47/5377410/11455295815272l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10637119.post-112513914665210757</id><published>2005-08-27T18:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T18:39:06.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>palakasan fever .... volleyball mania</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;phase 1&lt;br /&gt;volleyball mania&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; its msu-iit palakasan 2005! another time to prove that CSM students are not only good in numbers and academics but in all aspects of humanity as well. CSM!, C = Cumlaude, S = Sumacumlaude and M = Magnacumlaude, CSM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant keep my mouth from yelling when the cSM team was called in the volleyball competition and kept on yelling everytime we make a score. im not an undergrad student anymore but im still part of the csm family, a csm instructor, devoted to share my talents in softball, wall climbing ( its not part of the palakasan events though) and many other sports for as long as the csm team will not be defaulted, the coordinator of the csm badminton team and women's volleyball team but the difference between before and the present is that, though i can still be on the game,  i cant play anymore. all i could  do is  give moral support( especially in volleyball, a game i really have no skills to play), coach my players in badminton and of course provide them with meriendas so as to encourage them to win the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i consider this task (of being a coordinator as a journey) as a journey in which you will be facing a lot of obstacles but in the end you still manage to win the race ( i hope so). so, i faced my first obstacle this morning with my volleyball team. since maam lanie (my partner)  could not come i have to do the couching in volleyball. how can i couch the peeps if i dont know how to play volleyball? it puzzled me a lot. well, on the other hand my players were good but due to lack of warm up before the game, they didnt win the glory. i guess our track is on the lossers side. lets wait what will happen tomorrow, i hope my player will perform better. their the best actually but they were unaware as of this moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i hope tomorrow i can give them the best support by couching them. now i realized how important P.E. 4 ( volleyball) is. if only i listen to my teacher and paid more during practicum, i could have given them (my players) some tips, it may not be the right way but the best.  but then since i could not do that, i have to be miss maam moral support all the time. hhehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coming soon: Phase 2 -volleyball mania&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&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/10637119-112513914665210757?l=ceijg2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceijg2.blogspot.com/feeds/112513914665210757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10637119&amp;postID=112513914665210757' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637119/posts/default/112513914665210757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637119/posts/default/112513914665210757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceijg2.blogspot.com/2005/08/palakasan-fever-volleyball-mania.html' title='palakasan fever .... volleyball mania'/><author><name>ceejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816549346695601998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/01/47/5377410/11455295815272l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10637119.post-112507388389074883</id><published>2005-08-27T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T00:31:23.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>status.... updates..... and  ka-ekekan</title><content type='html'>heres the latest update on my so-called life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;JOB&lt;/span&gt;: instructor pa rin usual and nag-enjoy ko sa karun kay daghan gwapo na studyante.. joke... i mean im enjoying my job cause i love what im doing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIFE: constantly changing .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHYSICAL NATURE: mitambok daw ko huuhuuh.. saun na lang ang figure... i look like a teddy bear in my latest pic.. cute but i want to be beautiful ( ah oo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INTELLIGENCE: upgraded to level 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVELIFE: 1-1 = 0 ( i hope mathematicians will agree with my equation)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OVERALL IMPACT: naa pa kulang... comments from the audience&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10637119-112507388389074883?l=ceijg2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceijg2.blogspot.com/feeds/112507388389074883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10637119&amp;postID=112507388389074883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637119/posts/default/112507388389074883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637119/posts/default/112507388389074883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceijg2.blogspot.com/2005/08/status-updates-and-ka-ekekan.html' title='status.... updates..... and  ka-ekekan'/><author><name>ceejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816549346695601998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/01/47/5377410/11455295815272l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10637119.post-112507354166489767</id><published>2005-08-27T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T00:25:41.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my kinda busy life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"a busy person always finds time for everything" that's the definition of my friend of a busy person. I am in a busy state today with all my problem sets (which i have solved some), making invitations for SPVM members, badminton and volleyball coach in IIT's palakasan 2005,  servant in our SFC CLP every friday night, instructor at the same time and many other stuff... wooh.. i cant enumerate all. of course i cant attend to all those activities so i just set aside the least of importance. so how can i say im busy if i cant find time to be on all of those responsibilities? hay... maybe im just too busy that i couldnt even answer the question i have posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, nice to post something on my blog. this is my first post for the month of august and i havent visited my blog for almost a month. i kind of miss my page.  ill post something interesting next time if i have time hehhehehe....&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/10637119-112507354166489767?l=ceijg2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceijg2.blogspot.com/feeds/112507354166489767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10637119&amp;postID=112507354166489767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637119/posts/default/112507354166489767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637119/posts/default/112507354166489767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceijg2.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-kinda-busy-life.html' title='my kinda busy life'/><author><name>ceejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816549346695601998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/01/47/5377410/11455295815272l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10637119.post-112145600903508981</id><published>2005-07-16T03:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T03:33:29.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://us.f505.mail.yahoo.com/ym/us/ShowLetter?box=Inbox&amp;MsgId=6183_1571244_34838_2740_266604_0_861_371015_696353502&amp;amp;bodyPart=2.2.2.2.2.12&amp;YY=98444&amp;amp;order=down&amp;sort=date&amp;amp;pos=0&amp;view=a&amp;amp;head=b&amp;Idx=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://us.f505.mail.yahoo.com/ym/us/ShowLetter?box=Inbox&amp;MsgId=6183_1571244_34838_2740_266604_0_861_371015_696353502&amp;amp;bodyPart=2.2.2.2.2.12&amp;YY=98444&amp;amp;order=down&amp;sort=date&amp;amp;pos=0&amp;view=a&amp;amp;head=b&amp;Idx=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Guardian Angel. What's ur angel look like?&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/10637119-112145600903508981?l=ceijg2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceijg2.blogspot.com/feeds/112145600903508981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10637119&amp;postID=112145600903508981' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637119/posts/default/112145600903508981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637119/posts/default/112145600903508981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceijg2.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-guardian-angel.html' title=''/><author><name>ceejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816549346695601998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/01/47/5377410/11455295815272l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10637119.post-111959985526517127</id><published>2005-06-24T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T15:57:35.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two rivers of though</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="arial18"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="arial"&gt;DE RERUM NATURA By Maria Isabel Garcia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="arial"&gt;The Philippine STAR 06/23/2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="arial"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Full woman, fleshly apple, hot moon &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="arial"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="arial"&gt;&lt;i&gt;thick smell of seaweed, crushed mud and light, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="arial"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="arial"&gt;&lt;i&gt;what obscure brilliance opens between your columns? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="arial"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="arial"&gt;&lt;i&gt;what ancient night does a man touch with his senses? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="arial"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="arial"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pablo Neruda&lt;/i&gt; created the italicized verses above and below (they are from his &lt;i&gt;One Hundred Love Sonnets, 1960). Neruda –&lt;/i&gt; the Chilean poet who could make a thousand angels converge on the tip of his pen to flutter with his inked phrases, rendering them indelible in the slate of our minds. When I come across scientific findings on what happens to us when we do "unscientific" things like love, he always hovers in my mind, serenading me while meandering through my chambers of logic. So I "invited" him to "run through" this particular science column with me. Besides, what woman, in science or elsewhere, could resist a river of &lt;i&gt;Neruda? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="arial"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="arial"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dr. Helen Fisher&lt;/i&gt;, an anthropologist at Rutgers University, a known expert on what happens to us neurologically when we fall in love, recently teamed up with &lt;i&gt;Dr. Lucy Brown&lt;/i&gt; of Albert Einstein College of Medicine in the Bronx and &lt;i&gt;Dr. Arthur Aron&lt;/i&gt;, a psychologist at the State University of New York at Stony Brook. Their work appeared in the &lt;i&gt;Journal of Neurophysiology&lt;/i&gt; last May 31. They investigated what happens to the fMRI (functional Magnetic Resonance Imaging) or blood flow in the brain of people who were &lt;i&gt;"in a few weeks or months of new love."&lt;/i&gt; They looked at a total of 2,500 images of 17 students. They found out, quite to their surprise, that with "new love," the brain got excited in parts called the &lt;i&gt;caudate nucleus &lt;/i&gt;and the&lt;i&gt; ventral tegmental area&lt;/i&gt; which the experts say are associated with our more primal yearnings such as hunger and thirst. And like good neighbors, these chambers regularly "talk" to each other and are dense with cells that regularly release and receive "dopamine," a natural brain chemical that is the life of the neural party when we engage in activities that have to do with desiring or expecting a reward. In fact, the experts noted that these parts even get more excited when a "reward" actually registers in our gray pleasure domes. Does the blood force of new love stop in its path there? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="arial"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="arial"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Loving is a journey with water and stars, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="arial"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="arial"&gt;&lt;i&gt;with smothered air and abrupt storms of flour: &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="arial"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="arial"&gt;&lt;i&gt;loving is a clash of lightning bolts &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="arial"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="arial"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and two bodies defeated by a single drop of honey. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="arial"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="arial"&gt;The experts say that according to the scans, &lt;i&gt;"as a relationship deepens, the brain scans suggest, the neural activity associated with romantic love alters slightly, and in some cases primes areas deep in the primitive brain that are involved in long-term attachment." &lt;/i&gt;This was again a bit surprising to the scientists who somehow first thought that "romantic" or "new love" has more to do neurologically with "excitement" or "emotion" such as "affection" (the domain of the brain’s "amygdala") that seems to augur well later for "long-term attachment." But apparently not quite, since the blood in some cases, ran from the hunger chambers to neural nests for long, deep commitments. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="arial"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="arial"&gt;Another recent study published in the June 10 issue of &lt;i&gt;Science &lt;/i&gt;could shed a bit of light on the biological basis for "long-term attachments" of males to a single partner or to nurturing offspring, that is, if you are a prairie vole which is more of cousin to Stuart, the mouse than to Willy, your stereotypical human Y. Emory University’s &lt;i&gt;Dr. Elizabeth A. D. Hammock &lt;/i&gt;and&lt;i&gt; Dr. Larry J. Young&lt;/i&gt; have been studying this "fidelity gene" for sometime now (a &lt;i&gt;De Rerum&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;Natura &lt;/i&gt;column over a year ago entitled &lt;i&gt;"Only You: An Interview with Fides and Fidel" &lt;/i&gt; featured a similar study by a veteran scientist &lt;i&gt;Dr. Lowell Getz&lt;/i&gt; of the University of Illinois.) They found that chromosome No. 2 in voles harbors a DNA section, the length of which controls a gene which is the gene for the vasopressin receptor. Vasopressin is a hormone released in the pituitary glands that according to studies on voles, make them monogamous. The longer the DNA section (there are 17 length variations in voles and 19 in humans), the more manifestations of monogamy the male voles seem to exhibit. Again, before June brides begin charging to medical clinics to bring their new grooms to ensure monogamy, experts caution that this hormone’s role in the monogamous choice in humans is yet unknown. Besides, I think there are more sublime ways, other than molecular, to keep your human partners interested. Take it from our poet who&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;seems to have been far ahead again of scientists, understanding that love’s "journey" (note: not a "drive-thru") is a timeless sauntering to quench a primal thirst – &lt;i&gt;"with water"&lt;/i&gt; – and to uncover mysteries you can experience but cannot fully grasp – &lt;i&gt;"and stars."&lt;/i&gt; A scientific study on the electrical "talk" between the caudate nucleus and the ventral tegmental area to signal "new love" may appeal to the huddled chambers of our logical mind; it may even drop a note of gratitude by the wayside to vasopressin. But when it comes to love alive, notions of "neural charges" are neutralized by our poet’s "clash of lightning bolts" and we feel instead that we are charging toward "&lt;i&gt;smothered air and abrupt storms of flour" &lt;/i&gt;even with the knowledge that we are hormonally "adulterated" with something as medically sounding&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;as vasopressin.&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;Poetry always calms the science of love silent and sears it in a fuller understanding.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="arial"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="arial"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kiss by kiss I move across your small infinity, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="arial"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="arial"&gt;&lt;i&gt;your borders, your rivers, your tiny villages, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="arial"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="arial"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and the genital fire transformed into delight &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="arial"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="arial"&gt;"New love," our neurological experts’ study claims, even when couched in the same neural chamber as "hunger," is distinct from "sexual arousal" that we ordinarily also treat as a "hunger." But there is a blur, I think, when this romantic hunger is fleshed out to be met. In real loving lives, it is not merely our conjoined caudate nucleus and ventral tegmental area that venture into the beloved with a single delivery of blood flow to light up a brain scan. The neursoscientists also know this. They cautioned people from taking this study and wholly applying it in their real love lives which are naturally, as tangled with our other body parts, with the world and with others as it is neurologically. When we love, we naturally explore the physical and metaphorical &lt;i&gt;"borders, rivers and tiny villages"&lt;/i&gt;  of the beloved and ourselves. MRI &lt;i&gt;"cannot read people’s minds"&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;"a phenomenon as many sided and socially influenced as love transcends simple computer graphics" &lt;/i&gt;as MRI.&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;And just as any traveler moving across infinities of lovescapes, we leave not just a shot of blood but pieces of ourselves, in each other. So what happens after "new love" settles? &lt;i&gt;Neruda’s  &lt;/i&gt;sonnet ends this way: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="arial"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="arial"&gt;&lt;i&gt;runs through the narrow pathways of the blood &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="arial"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="arial"&gt;&lt;i&gt;until it plunges down, like a dark carnation, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="arial"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="arial"&gt;&lt;i&gt;until it is no more than a flash in the night. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="arial"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="arial"&gt;I could never sail through a river of science-writing on a topic such as romantic love without the complementing current of poetry. The Blue Grotto by the side of the Island of Capri is a cave that is filled with seawater made so by the eons long of natural battering of the island by the sea currents. I remember it because of its physical beauty and its natural history. But I also remember it because of the one I sailed it with and because of the folk love song sung by the Italian sailor who rowed our canoe. I think when the river of pure intellect and dainty experimental methods meets the wave of sublime and meaningful art, we should not miss a beautiful chance to plunge into a richer, more connected understanding of ourselves and come out more aware of our fuller humanity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10637119-111959985526517127?l=ceijg2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceijg2.blogspot.com/feeds/111959985526517127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10637119&amp;postID=111959985526517127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637119/posts/default/111959985526517127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637119/posts/default/111959985526517127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceijg2.blogspot.com/2005/06/two-rivers-of-though.html' title='Two rivers of though'/><author><name>ceejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816549346695601998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/01/47/5377410/11455295815272l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10637119.post-111959798116658905</id><published>2005-06-24T15:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T15:26:21.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HANDY LITTLE CHART</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:85%;color:#8000ff;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt; HANDY LITTLE CHART &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#8000ff;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;color:#000080;"  &gt;God has a positive answer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#8000ff;"   &gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;table width="100%"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt; &lt;td width="38%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#008000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;YOU SAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="39%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;GOD SAYS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="21%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;BIBLE VERSES&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#008000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You say:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; "It's impossible"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;God says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;All things are possible&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(Luke 18:27)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#008000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You say:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; "I'm too tired"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;God says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; I will give you rest&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(Matthew 11:28-30)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#008000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You say:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; "Nobody really loves me"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;God says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; I love you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(John 3:16 &amp; John 3:34 )&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#008000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You say:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; "I can't go on"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;God says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; My grace is sufficient &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(II Corinthians 12:9 &amp;amp; Psalm 91:15)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#008000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You say:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; "I can't figure things out"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;God says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; I will direct your steps&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(Proverbs 3:5-6)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#008000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You say:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; "I can't do it"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;God says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; You can do all things&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(Philippians 4:13)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#008000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You say:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; "I'm not able"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;God says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; I am able&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(II Corinthians 9:8)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#008000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You say: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"It's not worth it" &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;God says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; It will be worth it&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(Roman 8:28 )&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#008000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You say:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; "I can't forgive myself"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;God says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; I Forgive you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(I John 1:9 &amp;amp; Romans 8:1)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#008000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You say:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; "I can't manage"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;God says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; I will supply all your needs&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(Philippians 4:19)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#008000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You say:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; "I'm afraid"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;God says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; I have not given you a spirit of fear&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(II Timothy 1:7)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#008000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You say:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; "I'm always worried and frustrated"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;God says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; Cast all your cares on ME&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(I Peter 5:7)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#008000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You say:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; "I'm not smart enough"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;God says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; I give you wisdom&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(I Corinthians 1:30)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#008000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You say:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; "I feel all alone"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;God says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; I will never leave you or forsake you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(Hebrews 13:5)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10637119-111959798116658905?l=ceijg2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceijg2.blogspot.com/feeds/111959798116658905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10637119&amp;postID=111959798116658905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637119/posts/default/111959798116658905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637119/posts/default/111959798116658905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceijg2.blogspot.com/2005/06/handy-little-chart_24.html' title='HANDY LITTLE CHART'/><author><name>ceejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816549346695601998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/01/47/5377410/11455295815272l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10637119.post-111959794231563515</id><published>2005-06-24T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T15:25:42.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HANDY LITTLE CHART</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:130%;color:#8000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; HANDY LITTLE CHART &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#8000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#000080;"   &gt;God has a positive answer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#8000ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;table width="100%"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt; &lt;td width="38%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#008000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;YOU SAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="39%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;GOD SAYS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="21%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;BIBLE VERSES&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#008000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You say:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; "It's impossible"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;God says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;All things are possible&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(Luke 18:27)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#008000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You say:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; "I'm too tired"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;God says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; I will give you rest&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(Matthew 11:28-30)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#008000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You say:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; "Nobody really loves me"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;God says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; I love you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(John 3:16 &amp; John 3:34 )&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#008000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You say:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; "I can't go on"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;God says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; My grace is sufficient &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(II Corinthians 12:9 &amp;amp; Psalm 91:15)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#008000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You say:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; "I can't figure things out"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;God says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; I will direct your steps&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(Proverbs 3:5-6)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#008000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You say:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; "I can't do it"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;God says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; You can do all things&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(Philippians 4:13)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#008000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You say:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; "I'm not able"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;God says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; I am able&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(II Corinthians 9:8)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#008000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You say: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"It's not worth it" &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;God says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; It will be worth it&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(Roman 8:28 )&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#008000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You say:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; "I can't forgive myself"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;God says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; I Forgive you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(I John 1:9 &amp;amp; Romans 8:1)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#008000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You say:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; "I can't manage"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;God says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; I will supply all your needs&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(Philippians 4:19)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#008000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You say:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; "I'm afraid"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;God says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; I have not given you a spirit of fear&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(II Timothy 1:7)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#008000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You say:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; "I'm always worried and frustrated"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;God says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; Cast all your cares on ME&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(I Peter 5:7)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#008000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You say:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; "I'm not smart enough"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;God says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; I give you wisdom&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(I Corinthians 1:30)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#008000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You say:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; "I feel all alone"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;God says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; I will never leave you or forsake you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(Hebrews 13:5)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10637119-111959794231563515?l=ceijg2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceijg2.blogspot.com/feeds/111959794231563515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10637119&amp;postID=111959794231563515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637119/posts/default/111959794231563515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637119/posts/default/111959794231563515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceijg2.blogspot.com/2005/06/handy-little-chart.html' title='HANDY LITTLE CHART'/><author><name>ceejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816549346695601998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/01/47/5377410/11455295815272l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10637119.post-111908350668970265</id><published>2005-06-18T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T16:31:46.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Treating your body like your dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    The key to a happy body is to treat it like a pet dog. If you are like most people, you have a far more balanced conception of how to treat your dog than your body. You are acquainted not only with this pleasures but also the diameters of his health and constitution, so you feed him a good but simple diet.  You dont scrape just anything into his bowl, nor do you thaw out every cut of meat in the freezer and pile it around him just because he would think this very exciting. You know this kind of indulgences could make him feel sick.&lt;br /&gt;    You are familiar with his psychology and how to use it. You have noticed that a few consistent "no's and a degree of discipline make him happier, and so every now and then you order him shake hands and then pat him enthusiastically and tell him what a good boy he is. You see his limitations well. You keep him off the highway and far from skunks and porcupines.You brush him and exercise him and take him to get his shots, and you do not expect him to understand why.&lt;br /&gt;    There is no war in this relationship with your dog because there is  neither neglect nor a battle of perfection. He is just a dog and he is your dog, and so you love him and guide him and treat him fairly, and in return he is your innocent friend and harmless companion.And as long as you have it, why must your body be anything less?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;hugh prather, Notes on how to live in the world.............. and still be happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10637119-111908350668970265?l=ceijg2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceijg2.blogspot.com/feeds/111908350668970265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10637119&amp;postID=111908350668970265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637119/posts/default/111908350668970265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637119/posts/default/111908350668970265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceijg2.blogspot.com/2005/06/treating-your-body-like-your-dog.html' title='Treating your body like your dog'/><author><name>ceejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816549346695601998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/01/47/5377410/11455295815272l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10637119.post-111908239663739982</id><published>2005-06-18T16:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T16:13:16.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im a devil</title><content type='html'>&lt;code&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.basehead.org/files/shots/1-ghost3.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im a devil in disguise thats why im singin a  song to you...... to know you is to love you... everywhere i go and everybody knows...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10637119-111908239663739982?l=ceijg2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceijg2.blogspot.com/feeds/111908239663739982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10637119&amp;postID=111908239663739982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637119/posts/default/111908239663739982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637119/posts/default/111908239663739982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceijg2.blogspot.com/2005/06/im-devil.html' title='im a devil'/><author><name>ceejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816549346695601998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/01/47/5377410/11455295815272l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10637119.post-111907330332890449</id><published>2005-06-18T13:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T13:41:43.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY SECRET VALENTINE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;by Robert Fulghum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-size:180%;" &gt;I&lt;/span&gt;t sits on a shelf at the top of my closet. Once it was a shoe box, decorated for Valentine's Day and given to me by my oldest child. Its components are standard: Three colors of construction paper-pink, red and white-faded now. Aluminum foil, several paper doilies, three kinds of macaroni, gumdrops, jellybeans, some little white hearts withe the words on them (the kind that taste like Tums), and the whole thing held together with a lot of white library paste.&lt;br /&gt;    This shoe-box valentine is shriveled and moldy where the jellybeans and gumdrops have run together. It's sticky in places. but it's a repository of childhood relics given to me by my children.&lt;br /&gt;    If you lift the lid, you'll know what makes me keep it. On folded and faded fragile pieces of large-lined school paper are the words: "Hi Daddi" and Hoppy Valimtime" and "I lov you". Glued to the bottom of the box are 23 X's and O's made of macaroni. Scrawled in several places are the names of three children. It's the product of love in its most uncomplicated and trustworthy state.&lt;br /&gt;    The children are grown now. They still love me, though its harder sometimes to get direct evidence. And it's love that's complicated by age and knowledge. Love, to be sure, but not simple. Not something you could put in a shoe box.&lt;br /&gt;    No one else knows the sticky old valentine is there. Once in a while i take it down and open it. It is something I can touch and hold and believe in, now that there are no small arms around my neck.&lt;br /&gt;    It is my treasure chest. And it stands for love. Bury it with me. I want to take it along as far as I go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;taken from "all i really need to know i learned in kindergarten" and was published in reader's digest February 1991 issue...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;last night i found a 1991 issue of readers digest and after reading some stories and articles, i was touch by that article above. I think its worth a post and so i did. How i loved the way the father treasure the box as a fragile a valuable thing made of love.... i think its not only for a valentine memories but also a father's day inspiration. &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/10637119-111907330332890449?l=ceijg2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceijg2.blogspot.com/feeds/111907330332890449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10637119&amp;postID=111907330332890449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637119/posts/default/111907330332890449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637119/posts/default/111907330332890449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceijg2.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-secret-valentine.html' title='MY SECRET VALENTINE'/><author><name>ceejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816549346695601998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/01/47/5377410/11455295815272l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10637119.post-111874566214615071</id><published>2005-06-14T18:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T18:41:02.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TIPS FROM A LOSER</title><content type='html'>by: Arvin I. Buising&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Little Sister:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    So you have just turned 14. Now you enjoy a lot more freedom than you did three years ago. You choose the clothes you wear. You choose the time you want to go to bed and the time you want ot wake up. You can even stay up late, pretending to be studying while actually dreaming the cute guy you saw in school.&lt;br /&gt;    Now I can't call you names like "Butiki" or "Big Eyes" anymore. No longer can I pull your hair or hit you on the head or do violent things whenever I get mad at you.&lt;br /&gt;    You're turning into a woman and you git a life ahead of you. Three years from now, you will be going to college and I hope that you wont make the same mistakes that I did.&lt;br /&gt;    Me? Everybody thinks I'm a failure0-Nanay, Tatay, my teachers, my wife, even you, I guess. Everybody thinks I'm a failure because even a miracle won't help me graduate on time. I'll be an undergraduate forever.&lt;br /&gt;    I know I'm smart. How could I have passed the UP college admission test otherwise? I finished elementary as a valedictorian. I finished highschool as a valedictorian. I always got the first honors.&lt;br /&gt;    But UP was different. Everyone there had brains as big as mine, maybe even bigger. If i was superman in our little barrio, then UP was the planet Krypton.&lt;br /&gt;    I was not ready to fight intellectual battles with people who had the same capacity as mine. I was used bullying intellectual weaklings. I finally met my match after years of reigningover our little barrio. So I got beaten black and blue. It was really a big shock for me.&lt;br /&gt;    Now everyone thinks I'm a failure. But someday when i have recovered from the shock, I'll be back with the vengeance. Someday.........&lt;br /&gt;    But you, my dear little sister, are definitely not a failure. And you will never be if you follow these simple steps:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1. There's a world out there to conquer and its a lot bigger than what children's songs says. Don't confine your dreams to our little barrio. Dream bigger dreams. But be practical. You have to learn to strike a balance between being imaginative and being practical and that is vital for success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Other students may seem to write better than you. Some may appear to do better in numbers. Others will look smarter in the way they dress or the manner they speak. the rule is: Dont let them scare you. They may look like genuises to you, but they're not. Most of them are casual nerds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I always say that a bus with a beep of a bike is a lot more dangerous than a tricycle with a horn of a ship. Dont let them se you coming. Dont tell youre housemates you topped the exam. They will distract you when you review for your next exam. they will suddenly be generous and treat you to a concert or movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Never get near to a person who is inlove or even talk to that person on the phone. Never watch a movie of Meg ryan. Never read love stories. Above all, never get nearer than ten meters from an attractive member of the opposite sex.&lt;br /&gt;    Love is intoxicating and fun at first, but after a while you'll see he can be a pain in you know where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Be ready to face people who are really smarter than you. I guess there are a lot of them out there. Remember that smart is not a synonym for successful. They may be smarter than you but you can beat them by being resourceful. Try to make friends with the upper-class men. They have notes and old exams that you will find useful. Aside from that, they can also help you avoid terrible instructors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Speaking of instructors, my favorite instructors used to tell us to know our readers before we write. When you're in college, your audience will actually be your instructors. The trick in writing roughly translates into this: Know your instructors. Learn their styles their grading system and other important facts, like their phone numbers, and you wont have to get cinco in your entire life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. this lesson is the one i learned teh hardest. I learned that you shouldnt daydream about what you're going to do when a very boring class finally ends. You can "overthink" the feeling of topping the exam while you're still reviewing for it. You will anticipate the future too much that you will no longer live in the present. Take each day as it comes. Don't expect too much form the future, or one disappointment will be enough to shutter you. Neither should you dwell too long on the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I have a lot more to tell you, but this letter is getting too long. I'll just tell them to you personally when im drunk and i have the guts to say things i dont usually say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;condensed from the "Youngblood 2.0", page 43-45.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10637119-111874566214615071?l=ceijg2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceijg2.blogspot.com/feeds/111874566214615071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10637119&amp;postID=111874566214615071' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637119/posts/default/111874566214615071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637119/posts/default/111874566214615071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceijg2.blogspot.com/2005/06/tips-from-loser_14.html' title='TIPS FROM A LOSER'/><author><name>ceejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816549346695601998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/01/47/5377410/11455295815272l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10637119.post-111847265111962829</id><published>2005-06-11T14:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T14:50:51.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>badminton tournament............. 0-15</title><content type='html'>0-15 score! how frustrating! i thought im good in badminton but after playing this morning i've found out im poor. after playing 3 games with sir jun ( he is good in fairness), with an imaginary net under the mango tree, our score are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Game 1:&lt;br /&gt;sir jun: 15&lt;br /&gt;ceejay: 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Game 2:&lt;br /&gt;sir jun:15&lt;br /&gt;ceejay:0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;game 3:&lt;br /&gt;sir jun:15&lt;br /&gt;ceejay:1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly, i know how to play, i know what are the rules and i have the speed to hit shuttle cock. my sight is good and my styles according to me is outstanding. i know the techniques but i just cant name them. i know to do fastball and slowball (substitute the ball for the shuttle cock)but then why did i loose? well maybe knowledge is different from the actual performance. i guess i have to practice more. Practice....Practice... more practice.. that's the key. hope next time i can win the game.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10637119-111847265111962829?l=ceijg2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceijg2.blogspot.com/feeds/111847265111962829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10637119&amp;postID=111847265111962829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637119/posts/default/111847265111962829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637119/posts/default/111847265111962829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceijg2.blogspot.com/2005/06/badminton-tournament-0-15.html' title='badminton tournament............. 0-15'/><author><name>ceejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816549346695601998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/01/47/5377410/11455295815272l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10637119.post-111847181233912562</id><published>2005-06-11T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T14:36:52.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>glad to be back..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Vacation is finally over and i have to go back to my world of scolding students, checking papers and imparting my knowledge as stated in job description. im hired as an instructor once more... amazing! i thought i hate to see myself as a teacher but i finally realized its the only job i know and i'll surely enjoy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im slighlty contented in my life  and could not ask for more as of this moment. i got the job i love, in the place i like and with the people i cared for. surely, ill make more rooms for improvement in this institution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10637119-111847181233912562?l=ceijg2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceijg2.blogspot.com/feeds/111847181233912562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10637119&amp;postID=111847181233912562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637119/posts/default/111847181233912562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637119/posts/default/111847181233912562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceijg2.blogspot.com/2005/06/glad-to-be-back.html' title='glad to be back..'/><author><name>ceejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816549346695601998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/01/47/5377410/11455295815272l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10637119.post-111656510598096888</id><published>2005-05-20T12:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T12:58:25.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the pink dress</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;There was this little girl sitting by herself in  the park.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt; Everyone passed by her and never stopped to see  why she looked so sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt; Dressed in a worn pink dress,  barefoot and dirty, the girl just sat and watched the people  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;go  by. She never tried to speak. She never said a  word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt; Many people passed by her, but no one would stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The next day I decided to go back to the park in curiosity to see if  the little girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt; would still be there. Yes, she was there, right in the  very spot where she was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt; yesterday, and still with the same sad look in  her eyes.Today I was to make my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt; own move and  walk over to  the little girl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;For as we all know, a park full of   strange people is not a place for young children to play  alone. As I got closer I could see the back of the little girl's  dress. It was grotesquely shaped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt; I figured that was the  reason people just passed by and made no effort to speak to  her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Deformities are a low blow to our society and,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt; heaven forbid if you make a step toward assisting  someone who is  different. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt; As I got closer, the little girl lowered her eyes slightly to avoid my intent stare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt; As I approached her,  I could see the shape of her back more clearly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt; She was  grotesquely shaped in a humped over form. I smiled to let her know it  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt; was OK; I was there to help, to talk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I sat down beside  her and opened  with a simple, "Hello."The little girl acted shocked,  and stammered a "hi"; after a long stare into my eyes I  smiled and she shyly smiled back. We talked until darkness fell and  the park was completely empty.  I asked the girl why she was  so sad. The little girl looked at me with a sad face said, "Because, I'm different." I immediately said, "That you are!"; and  smiled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt; The little girl acted even sadder and said, "I  know". "Little girl," I said, "you remind me of an angel, sweet and innocent." She looked at me and smiled, then slowly she  got to her feet and said, "Really?" "Yes, you're like a little  Guardian Angel sent to watch over all people walking  by."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt; She nodded her head yes, and smiled. With that she  opened the back of her pink dress and allowed her wings to spread,  then she said "I am." "I'm your Guardian Angel," with a twinkle in her  eye. I was speechless -- sure I was seeing things. She said, "For once you thought of someone other than yourself. My job  here is done". I got to my feet and said, "Wait, why did no  one stop to help an angel?" She looked at me, smiled,  and said, "You're the only one that could see me," and then she  was gone. And with that, my life was changed  dramatically. So, when you think you're all you have,  remember, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;your angel is always watching over you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://members.aol.com/Angelbeybe/fly1.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10637119-111656510598096888?l=ceijg2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceijg2.blogspot.com/feeds/111656510598096888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10637119&amp;postID=111656510598096888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637119/posts/default/111656510598096888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637119/posts/default/111656510598096888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceijg2.blogspot.com/2005/05/pink-dress.html' title='the pink dress'/><author><name>ceejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816549346695601998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/01/47/5377410/11455295815272l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10637119.post-111320999487497566</id><published>2005-04-11T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T17:01:14.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>four wives...</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;Once upon a time there was a rich King who had four&lt;br /&gt;wives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loved the 4th wife the most and adorned her with&lt;br /&gt;rich robes and&lt;br /&gt;treated her to the finest of delicacies. He gave her&lt;br /&gt;nothing but the&lt;br /&gt;best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also loved the 3rd wife very much and was always&lt;br /&gt;showing her off to&lt;br /&gt;neighboring kingdoms. However, he feared that one&lt;br /&gt;day she would leave&lt;br /&gt;him for another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also loved his 2nd wife. She was his confidant&lt;br /&gt;and was always kind,&lt;br /&gt;considerate and patient with him. Whenever the King&lt;br /&gt;faced a problem, he&lt;br /&gt;could confide in her, and she would help him get&lt;br /&gt;through the difficult&lt;br /&gt;times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The King's 1st wife was a very loyal partner and had&lt;br /&gt;made great&lt;br /&gt;contributions in maintaining his wealth and kingdom.&lt;br /&gt;However, he did&lt;br /&gt;not love the first wife. Although she loved him&lt;br /&gt;deeply,he hardly took&lt;br /&gt;noticeof her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, the King fell ill and he knew his time was&lt;br /&gt;short. He thought&lt;br /&gt;of his luxurious life and wondered, "I now have four&lt;br /&gt;wives with me, but&lt;br /&gt;when I die, I'll be all alone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, he asked the 4th wife, "I have loved you the&lt;br /&gt;most, endowed you&lt;br /&gt;with the finest clothing and showered great care&lt;br /&gt;over you. Now that I'm&lt;br /&gt;dying, will you follow me and keep me company?" "No&lt;br /&gt;way!", replied the&lt;br /&gt;4th wife, and she walked away without another word.&lt;br /&gt;Her answer cut like&lt;br /&gt;a sharp knife right into his heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sad King then asked the 3rd wife, "I have loved&lt;br /&gt;you all my life.&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm dying, will you follow me and keep me&lt;br /&gt;company?" "No!",&lt;br /&gt;replied the 3rd wife. "Life is too good! When you&lt;br /&gt;die, I'm going to&lt;br /&gt;remarry!" His heart sank and turned cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then asked the 2nd wife, "I have always turned to&lt;br /&gt;you for help and&lt;br /&gt;you've always been there for me. When I die, will&lt;br /&gt;you follow me and keep&lt;br /&gt;me company?" "I'm sorry, I can't help you out this&lt;br /&gt;time!", replied the&lt;br /&gt;2nd wife. "At the very most, I can only walk with&lt;br /&gt;you to your grave."&lt;br /&gt;Her answer struck him like a bolt of lightning, and&lt;br /&gt;the King&lt;br /&gt;wasdevastated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a voice called out: "I'll go with you. I'll&lt;br /&gt;follow you no matter&lt;br /&gt;where you go." The King looked up, and there was his&lt;br /&gt;first wife. She was&lt;br /&gt;very skinny as she suffered from malnutrition and&lt;br /&gt;neglect. Greatly&lt;br /&gt;grieved, the King said, "I should have taken much&lt;br /&gt;better care of you&lt;br /&gt;when I had the chance!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In truth, we all have the 4 wives in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our 4th wife is our body. No matter how much time&lt;br /&gt;and effort we lavish&lt;br /&gt;in making it look good, it will leave us when we&lt;br /&gt;die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our 3rd wife is our possessions, status and&lt;br /&gt;wealth.When we die, it will&lt;br /&gt;all go to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our 2nd wife is our family and friends. No matter&lt;br /&gt;how much they have&lt;br /&gt;been there for us, the furthest they can stay by us&lt;br /&gt;is up to the grave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And our 1st wife is our Soul. Often neglected in&lt;br /&gt;pursuit of wealth,&lt;br /&gt;power and pleasures of the world. However, our Soul&lt;br /&gt;is the only thing&lt;br /&gt;that will follow us wherever we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cultivate, strengthen and cherish it now, for it is&lt;br /&gt;the only part of us that will follow us to the throne of God and&lt;br /&gt;continue with us throughout Eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought for the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, when the world pushes you to your knees,&lt;br /&gt;you're in the perfect position to pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Amen, I say to you, no one in Israel have I found&lt;br /&gt;such faith."&lt;br /&gt;-Mt.8:10&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10637119-111320999487497566?l=ceijg2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceijg2.blogspot.com/feeds/111320999487497566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10637119&amp;postID=111320999487497566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637119/posts/default/111320999487497566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637119/posts/default/111320999487497566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceijg2.blogspot.com/2005/04/four-wives.html' title='four wives...'/><author><name>ceejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816549346695601998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/01/47/5377410/11455295815272l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10637119.post-111183436473400431</id><published>2005-03-26T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T16:51:53.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE Seven Wonders of The World</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; A group of students were asked to list what they thought were the present "Seven Wonders of the World." Though there were some disagreements, the following received the most votes: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;1. Egypt's Great Pyramids&lt;br /&gt;2. Taj Mahal&lt;br /&gt;3. Grand Canyon&lt;br /&gt;4. Panama Canal&lt;br /&gt;5. Empire State Building &lt;br /&gt;6. St. Peter's Basilica &lt;br /&gt;7. China's Great Wall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;While gathering the votes, the teacher noted that one student had not finished her paper yet. So she asked the girl if she was having trouble with her list. The girl replied, "Yes, a little. I couldn't quite make up my mind because there were so many."The teacher said, "Well, tell us what you have, and maybe we can help.&lt;br /&gt;"The girl hesitated, then read, "I think the 'Seven  Wonders of the World'   are:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i.euniverse.com/funpages/cms_content/4403/pic1.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;1. To See&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i.euniverse.com/funpages/cms_content/4403/pic2.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;2. To Hear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i.euniverse.com/funpages/cms_content/4403/pic3.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;3. To Touch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i.euniverse.com/funpages/cms_content/4403/pic4.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;4. To Taste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i.euniverse.com/funpages/cms_content/4403/pic5.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;5. To  Feel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i.euniverse.com/funpages/cms_content/4403/pic6.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;6. To Laugh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i.euniverse.com/funpages/cms_content/4403/pic7.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;7. And to Love."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;The room was so quiet you could have heard a pin drop. The things we overlook as simple and ordinary and that we take for granted are truly wondrous! A gentle reminder -- that the most precious things in life cannot be built by hand or bought by man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10637119-111183436473400431?l=ceijg2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceijg2.blogspot.com/feeds/111183436473400431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10637119&amp;postID=111183436473400431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637119/posts/default/111183436473400431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637119/posts/default/111183436473400431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceijg2.blogspot.com/2005/03/seven-wonders-of-world.html' title='THE Seven Wonders of The World'/><author><name>ceejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816549346695601998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/01/47/5377410/11455295815272l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10637119.post-111183246909127625</id><published>2005-03-26T18:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T16:53:50.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>update your resume? read me first!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Resume of Jesus Christ&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Address: Ephesians 1:20 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Phone: Romans 10:13 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Website: The Bible. Keywords: Christ, Lord, Savior and Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hello. My name is Jesus -The Christ. Many call me Lord! I've sent you my resume because I'm seeking the top management position in your heart. Please consider my accomplishments as set forth in my resume. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Qualifications:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I founded the earth and established the heavens, (See Proverbs 3:19)&lt;br /&gt;I formed man from the dust of the ground, (See Genesis 2:7)&lt;br /&gt;I breathed into man the breath of life, (See Genesis 2:7)&lt;br /&gt;I redeemed man from the curse of the law, (See Galatians 3:13)&lt;br /&gt;The blessings of the Abrahamic Covenant comes upon your life through me, (See Galatians 3:14) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Occupational Background :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've only had one employer, (See Luke 2:49). &lt;br /&gt;I've never been tardy, absent, disobedient, slothful or disrespectful.&lt;br /&gt;My employer has nothing but rave reviews for me, (See Matthew 3:15-17) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Skills Work Experiences:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my skills and work experiences include: empowering the poor to be poor no more, healing the brokenhearted, setting the captives free, healing the sick, restoring sight to the blind and setting at liberty them that are bruised, (See Luke 4:18).&lt;br /&gt;I am a Wonderful Counselor, (See Isaiah 9:6). People who listen to me shall dwell safely and shall not fear evil, (See Proverbs 1:33).&lt;br /&gt;Most importantly, I have the authority, ability and power to cleanse you of your sins, (See I John 1:7-9) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Educational Background :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I encompass the entire breadth and length of knowledge, wisdom and understanding, (See Proverbs 2:6).&lt;br /&gt;In me are hid all of the treasures of wisdom and knowledge, (See Colossians 2:3).&lt;br /&gt;My Word is so powerful; it has been described as being a lamp unto your feet and a lamp unto your path, (See Psalms 119:105).&lt;br /&gt;I can even tell you all of the secrets of your heart, (See Psalms 44:21)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Major Accomplishments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was an active participant in the greatest Summit Meeting of all times, (See Genesis 1:26).&lt;br /&gt;I laid down my life so that you may live, (See II Corinthians 5:15).&lt;br /&gt;I defeated the archenemy of God and mankind and made a show of them openly, (See Colossians 2:15).&lt;br /&gt;I've miraculously fed the poor, healed the sick and raised the dead!&lt;br /&gt;There are many more major accomplishments, too many to mention here. You can read them on my website, which is located at: www dot - the BIBLE. You don't need an Internet connection or computer to access my website. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;References :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Believers and followers worldwide will testify to my divine healings, salvation, deliverance, miracles, restoration and supernatural guidance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In Summation Now that you've read my resume, I'm confident that I'm the only candidate uniquely qualified to fill this vital position in your heart. In summation, I will properly direct your paths, (See Proverbs 3:5-6), and lead you into everlasting life, (See John 6:47). When can I start? Time is of the essence, (See Hebrews 3:15). &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/10637119-111183246909127625?l=ceijg2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceijg2.blogspot.com/feeds/111183246909127625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10637119&amp;postID=111183246909127625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637119/posts/default/111183246909127625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637119/posts/default/111183246909127625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceijg2.blogspot.com/2005/03/update-your-resume-read-me-first.html' title='update your resume? read me first!'/><author><name>ceejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816549346695601998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/01/47/5377410/11455295815272l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10637119.post-111183213717264433</id><published>2005-03-26T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T18:15:37.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10637119-111183213717264433?l=ceijg2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceijg2.blogspot.com/feeds/111183213717264433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10637119&amp;postID=111183213717264433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637119/posts/default/111183213717264433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637119/posts/default/111183213717264433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceijg2.blogspot.com/2005/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>ceejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816549346695601998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/01/47/5377410/11455295815272l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10637119.post-111156092049260902</id><published>2005-03-23T12:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T15:06:54.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>many are called but we are chosen...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;We are the leaves of one branch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; the drops of one sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;the flowers of one garden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Presenting faculty and staff of St. Michael's College-Basic Education Department as they showcase to you unique talents only they can give.... lets give them a warm look...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:130%;"&gt;1st exposure:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/01/47/5377410/10886747142332l.jpg" style="width: 285px; height: 201px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;the newest trend in modeling industry. A collection of unique blend of spices from the finest herbs and crafts.. witch craft.. craft cheddar cheese and etc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;the story behind the majestic smiles and undefitable posts:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Razel (the lady in gray na naka side post) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;: im using rexona.. tanggal ang sweat and other underarm bacterias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Daisy (the other woman na naka gray)&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; hahaha.. kaya pala ang lakas ng power mo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;teacher em (orange t-shirt)&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;ah whatever basta me.. i used whispers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;cee jay (naka white)&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;may wings ba yan ... its a bird... its a plane .. no ... its...its...its...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;shiggy&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;whatever sisters.. but for me mas matindi talaga ang imoduim... walang cocontra..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;2nd exposure:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/01/47/5377410/10886781327015l.jpg" style="width: 302px; height: 177px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;"&gt; Beauty is one of the rare things that do not lead  to doubt of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;3rd:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/01/47/5377410/10886798558642l.jpg" style="width: 326px; height: 228px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;"I shot an arrow into the air,&lt;br /&gt;It fell to earth, I knew not where;&lt;br /&gt;For so swiftly it flew, the sight&lt;br /&gt;Could not follow it in its flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I breathed a song into the air,&lt;br /&gt;It fell to earth, I knew not where;&lt;br /&gt;For, who has sight so keen and strong&lt;br /&gt;That it can follow the flight of song?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Long, long afterward, in an oak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt; I found the arrow, still unbroke;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt; And the song, from beginning to end,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt; I found again in the heart of a friend." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; -- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;4th:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;img src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/01/47/5377410/1088681522359l.jpg" style="width: 320px; height: 216px; font-family: arial;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never seen a carefree charlie before.. well look at the picture above.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;the charlie's angles with demi moore..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;and many more:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;img src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/01/47/5377410/10886851557424l.jpg" style="width: 297px; height: 174px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that I shall never see&lt;br /&gt;Faces lovely as a tree.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, unless the faces fall,&lt;br /&gt;I'll never see a tree at all.&lt;br /&gt;~Ogden Nash, "Song of the Open Road," 1933&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i want to climb... masubukan nga...&lt;!--BMC--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/01/47/5377410/10886870957795l.jpg" style="width: 371px; height: 274px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never saw an ugly thing in my life: for let the form of an object be what it may, - light, shade, and perspective will always make it beautiful&lt;br /&gt; --John Constable&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10637119-111156092049260902?l=ceijg2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceijg2.blogspot.com/feeds/111156092049260902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10637119&amp;postID=111156092049260902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637119/posts/default/111156092049260902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637119/posts/default/111156092049260902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceijg2.blogspot.com/2005/03/many-are-called-but-we-are-chosen.html' title='many are called but we are chosen...'/><author><name>ceejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816549346695601998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/01/47/5377410/11455295815272l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10637119.post-111148725861499076</id><published>2005-03-22T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T18:30:26.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>funny moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;for the lord...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;i just want to share a funny experienced last sunday (march 20, 2005). we had our covenant orietation (SFC) and every other talk we were to made a reflection and a prayer. feel na feel ko ng gumawa and after writing down what i had reflected on.. i composed a very short prayer. the topic is all about family, whether you want to raised one someday or how are you going to strengthen the bond in your own family. i didnt know what occured in my mind but here's what i have prayed:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;"&gt;dear lord please help me to understand my purpose in this world. guide me where to go whether i am for marriage or for singlehood. we both know that i dont want to raised a family of my own someday. i dreamed to be in a family of single individual dedicated to serve to you for the rest of their lives. i know this is still temporary and may still change but i hope you enlighten me.. i need your light.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;its not really the original prayer because i already forgot how i constructed it but the main thought is still present. i was really serious in doing it but i never expected that my prayer would be a big deal and fear to the rest of the participants.. well ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.homere.jmsp.net/t_24/64x64/040225_coeur.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10637119-111148725861499076?l=ceijg2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceijg2.blogspot.com/feeds/111148725861499076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10637119&amp;postID=111148725861499076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637119/posts/default/111148725861499076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637119/posts/default/111148725861499076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceijg2.blogspot.com/2005/03/funny-moment.html' title='funny moment'/><author><name>ceejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816549346695601998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/01/47/5377410/11455295815272l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10637119.post-111024904176298920</id><published>2005-03-08T10:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T10:30:41.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NASA Image of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.nasa.gov/images/content/110202main_image_feature_279_ajh3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Global Callisto in Color &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Global Callisto in Color Bright scars on a darker surface testify to a long history of impacts on Jupiter's moon Callisto in this image of Callisto from NASA's Galileo spacecraft. The picture, taken in May 2001, is the only complete global color image of Callisto obtained by Galileo, which began orbiting Jupiter in 1995. Of Jupiter's four largest moons, Callisto orbits farthest from the giant planet. Callisto's surface is uniformly cratered but is not uniform in color or brightness. Scientists believe the brighter areas are mainly ice and the darker areas are highly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;eroded, ice-poor material.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Image Credit: NASA/JPL/ DLR(German Aerospace Center)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10637119-111024904176298920?l=ceijg2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceijg2.blogspot.com/feeds/111024904176298920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10637119&amp;postID=111024904176298920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637119/posts/default/111024904176298920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637119/posts/default/111024904176298920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceijg2.blogspot.com/2005/03/nasa-image-of-day.html' title='NASA Image of the Day'/><author><name>ceejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816549346695601998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/01/47/5377410/11455295815272l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10637119.post-110993433206339165</id><published>2005-03-04T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T16:16:35.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>believe it or Not!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Can you recognize the picture below?..&lt;/span&gt;.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/01/47/5377410/987183553607s.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;its me of course... nice di ba? hihi&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/10637119-110993433206339165?l=ceijg2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceijg2.blogspot.com/feeds/110993433206339165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10637119&amp;postID=110993433206339165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637119/posts/default/110993433206339165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637119/posts/default/110993433206339165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceijg2.blogspot.com/2005/03/believe-it-or-not.html' title='believe it or Not!'/><author><name>ceejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816549346695601998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/01/47/5377410/11455295815272l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10637119.post-110984670270001000</id><published>2005-03-03T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T14:38:44.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Love and Hate.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;We are each of us angels with only one wing, and we can fly only by embracing each other. Our magic is so strong that no spell can break, so tough that no bounderies can hinder, and so unique that nobody can ever compare until he decided to fly without my embrance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.basehead.org/files/shots/1-couple.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;we all have our own romantic stories. whether it may be real or just a product of ones imagination, the importance of which still lies that people are created to love and be loved. And what's romance? Usually, a nice little tale where you have everything As You Like It, where rain never wets your jacket and gnats never bite your nose and it's always daisy-time. The essence of romantic love is that wonderful beginning, after which sadness and impossibility may become the rule. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.basehead.org/files/shots/1-sendinglove.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;They say that if love or your romance didnt turned out what you expected, hatred then follows. Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, nor hell a fury like a woman scorned. In hatred as in love, we grow like the thing we brood upon. What we loathe, we graft into our very soul. However, the golden rule always prevail "Hatred does not cease by hatred, but only by love; this is the eternal rule. ".....thus, Hatred paralyzes life; love releases it. Hatred confuses life; love harmonizes it. Hatred darkens life; love illuminates it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.basehead.org/files/shots/1-springicon.gif" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This is just an introduction to my own romantic story (hahaha).. i have difficulty in putting my emotions into words... my feeling right now is so complicated.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&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/10637119-110984670270001000?l=ceijg2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceijg2.blogspot.com/feeds/110984670270001000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10637119&amp;postID=110984670270001000' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637119/posts/default/110984670270001000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637119/posts/default/110984670270001000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceijg2.blogspot.com/2005/03/of-love-and-hate.html' title='Of Love and Hate.....'/><author><name>ceejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816549346695601998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/01/47/5377410/11455295815272l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10637119.post-110983641339472372</id><published>2005-03-03T15:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T15:53:33.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cute pictures....</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://f.screensavers.com/migration/wp/Private_Beach_100.gif" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://f.screensavers.com/migration/wp/goldenretrievers_100.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10637119-110983641339472372?l=ceijg2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceijg2.blogspot.com/feeds/110983641339472372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10637119&amp;postID=110983641339472372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637119/posts/default/110983641339472372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637119/posts/default/110983641339472372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceijg2.blogspot.com/2005/03/cute-pictures_03.html' title='cute pictures....'/><author><name>ceejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816549346695601998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/01/47/5377410/11455295815272l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10637119.post-110972691196947087</id><published>2005-03-02T09:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T16:15:01.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Status quo (status ko)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;life status as of this moment:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;CAREER&lt;/em&gt;: I'll be job less by march 31, 2005. i will enter again the world of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;job hunters,job seekers and job less peeps... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;MIND&lt;/em&gt;: some of my brain cells are increasing in their sizes while the others &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;are still sleeping.. they wont cooperate with my body char..But the best part is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;im am more smarter than before &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;BODY&lt;/em&gt;: I think im getting prettier and sexier each day... hahaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;SOUL: nah.. bayot japun akong kalag..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;HEART: "Sugatang Puso" i guess that is how i describe my heart. the scars are still bleeding &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;and it will take longer period of time to heal. honestly, I am hurt, tortured, and abused..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;huhuhu... I am really in agony..... &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/10637119-110972691196947087?l=ceijg2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceijg2.blogspot.com/feeds/110972691196947087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10637119&amp;postID=110972691196947087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637119/posts/default/110972691196947087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637119/posts/default/110972691196947087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceijg2.blogspot.com/2005/03/status-quo-status-ko.html' title='Status quo (status ko)'/><author><name>ceejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816549346695601998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/01/47/5377410/11455295815272l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10637119.post-110964304391697110</id><published>2005-03-01T10:03:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T10:27:38.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quotes... never ending quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;"Live life without an opportunity missed"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;"Truth sometimes cannot bring you friends but it influences people"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10637119-110964304391697110?l=ceijg2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceijg2.blogspot.com/feeds/110964304391697110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10637119&amp;postID=110964304391697110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637119/posts/default/110964304391697110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637119/posts/default/110964304391697110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceijg2.blogspot.com/2005/02/quotes-never-ending-quotes_110964304391697110.html' title='quotes... never ending quotes'/><author><name>ceejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816549346695601998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/01/47/5377410/11455295815272l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10637119.post-110939052659557372</id><published>2005-02-26T11:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T15:02:38.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss C0ngeniality</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;i am not sandra and obviously i could never be her. we are all unique, thus i am congenial in my own way. you might be wondering why of all the adjectives, i decided to pick congeniality. actually, it's not really a sensible reason but im sure the word suited my character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;pre&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.movieweb.com/galleries/2429/posters/poster1.jpg" alt=" " style="width: 318px; height: 468px;" /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;during the Teacher's Day celebration in one of the private school in Iligan City, the student service government have agreed to bestow highschool teachers with the proper adjective matched to their actions, physical appearance and attitude towards the students. Moreover, the title MS. CONGENIALITY was awarded to me because of the reason below:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; MS. CONGENIALITY - a friendly and sociable person. a person who constantly smile and very approachable. this type of characteristics best describes ms. cee jay. an individual who always smile even to the people she doesnt know. it's as if she dont have a problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;comment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;: im not satisfied with their reason frankly speaking because im expecting of something like this: a sandar bullock replica (laughs) and a soon-to-be FBI agent that must go undercover in the Miss United States beauty pageant to prevent a group from bombing the event. hehe... sounds conceited?correct!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Then, i tough that was it until an intelligent homo sapien bearing the name of choey_choco made profile of all the fermions. she described me as "MS. CONGENIALITY" without any grounds... if you are doubtful, try to visit this site&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;http://fermionspics.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;well, i think i have the confidence of accepting the title.. right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/10637119-110939052659557372?l=ceijg2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceijg2.blogspot.com/feeds/110939052659557372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10637119&amp;postID=110939052659557372' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637119/posts/default/110939052659557372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637119/posts/default/110939052659557372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceijg2.blogspot.com/2005/02/miss-c0ngeniality.html' title='Miss C0ngeniality'/><author><name>ceejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816549346695601998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/01/47/5377410/11455295815272l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10637119.post-110915547876937569</id><published>2005-02-23T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T18:44:38.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>soon...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;MY IIT ROMANCE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;a romantic? true to life story of mine ... char... &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/10637119-110915547876937569?l=ceijg2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceijg2.blogspot.com/feeds/110915547876937569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10637119&amp;postID=110915547876937569' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637119/posts/default/110915547876937569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637119/posts/default/110915547876937569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceijg2.blogspot.com/2005/02/soon.html' title='soon...'/><author><name>ceejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816549346695601998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/01/47/5377410/11455295815272l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10637119.post-110913030797485489</id><published>2005-02-23T11:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T11:45:50.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>star party exp...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;Itwas past 9:30 when i left iligan city for Naawan. i move on to the bus and decided to take a nap since i would reached Naawan for about 1 hour and i was so tired and sleepy. I guessed i over slept because when i woke up i was already in initao, the town after naawan. i quickly departed the bus after realizing i already passed naawan and went to the other side of the road and looked for a vehicle that would traveled back to iligan. luckily, an L-300 Van parked on the other side of the road and the driver where just waiting for other passengers who attended to their call of nature. i asked the drivers permission to let me ride with them until naawan and explaining to him with a bit of guts and charm why i was in initao. he granted my favor without further grilling and that's how i managed to reached naawan again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;&lt;em&gt;lesson learned: Avoid sleeping on the bus if you have a less than 1-hour of travel and you sleep like an oil.&lt;/em&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;GOING TO THE CAMP SITE: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;the sky was gloomed and surrounded by nimbus clouds when i arrived at naawan public market. i saw no signs of heavenly bodies such as stars, planets, and galaxies. but being optimistic, i know that the sky would show more of its wonders. i walked towards MSU-Naawan not be bothered about the darkness and quiteness of the place. when i reached the school, i immediately asked the where was the location of the softball field and he pointed me to the direction perpendicular to where i am standing at that moment. i straightly moevd and when i get there, the group were almost finished with their G T K E O activity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;GTKEO (Getting To Know Each Other) activity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Every member was required to pick a heavenly body picture and associate it to himself/herself. then he/she would state his/her reason of joining the group. Well, naturally born confident person, i decided to picked saturn because of its beauty. Im not arrogant but i consider myself beautiful.. har har... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Lesson learned: Freedom of expression&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;STAR GAZING TIME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;i guessed its not star gazing because i have seen no stars, only the moon nevertheless when we were finished with the GTKEO activity, the clouds were very dark and kept on hiding the sky. i know i have missed some of theearly nights activity and so i learned another lesson of " its good to be late but it is much better to be on time always". Sir rodion then announced that the next viewing will be around 2:30 AM wherein.earlier to that time, the group including me of course focused the telescope because jupiter was already visible. i excitedly waited for my turn because that was my first time to watched jupiter using the MIAS-1 telescope. my turn came and indeed i saw jupiter. its liked a ball a very shinny ball over a dark blue background. but i witnessed no moons because the clouds was starting again to cover the sky. after a short while of viewing, planet disappeared in the dark clouds.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;then tiny drops of rain began to fall and we hurriedly kept the electronic equipments into safety. we comforted ourselves in the air-o -space bag while chatting and singing at the same time. Damo became one of our favorite song and we were trying to looked for its proper guitar chords. I was amazed when sir rodion started to play the guitar, i thinked his an expert,  i thought he cant play instruments such as guitar ( sorry sir for the under estimation) because he seems to be focused on computers and electronic ideas. hehehe...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I learned from the group that they have a good site on the early nights activity in which the sky was very visible. that was one of the part that i have missed. anyway, i manage to looked at saturn but only for a short time because the rain started to fall heavily.The planet saturn looked like a bright disc floating in  the black sky. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;i really could not recall other deatils of the party because when the rain started to fall, i decided to take a sleep and It was already morning when i got back on my consciousness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;MORNING activity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;yen and i went to the shore where we joined kim and maam CED ( I really could not remeber her name.. soryy maam) who were already enjoying the moring breeze. we made some discussions about the what we saw last night and after a while we have decided to went back to the stage to take some painit. well, there were no hot water yet and so yen2X, Ton2x, lenny and I decided to joined some students od msu-naawan to jogged on the field. then painit came and of course we satisfied our hunger hhehehe. then at 8:30, we departed the place leaving the petroleum jelly (whoever owns it) behind. while on the jeepney, i really could not forget that louie vomited as a result of their nights gimmick. hahaha.. then home- sweet home! though i missed some of the beautiful spot but i can never forget the things i learned and experiences gained on that night. its really a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;success &lt;/span&gt;and im very fortunate to be on the party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;below is my picture during the G.T.K.E.O activity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="justify"&gt;&lt;img alt="Example" src="http://www.msuiit.edu.ph/astrosoc/TN_2ndsp_119.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;" i will associate myself with saturn because just like me, saturn is a beautiful planet hehe..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="justify"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;img alt=" " src="http://www.msuiit.edu.ph/astrosoc/TN_2ndsp_138.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;im a frostated dreamer... frostated astronomer and frostated model ( the picture above proved it...).. beside me the one in black and grey shirt is ton2X "the entertainer". while the one in white .. ammm.. i forgot his name. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="justify"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;img alt=" " src="http://www.msuiit.edu.ph/astrosoc/TN_2ndsp_123.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;ako yung nakaputi.. actually im a fan of kitchie nadal and alam nyo na.. trying hard 'tong bida nyo sa pag-iimitate kay kitchie including the voice... we were busy daw singing while waiting for the sky to clear-up.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Photos courtesy of sir rodion ... thanks sir ( i didnt asked your permission with this pics..sorry)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10637119-110913030797485489?l=ceijg2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceijg2.blogspot.com/feeds/110913030797485489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10637119&amp;postID=110913030797485489' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637119/posts/default/110913030797485489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637119/posts/default/110913030797485489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/01/47/5377410/11455295815272l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10637119.post-110880280032444040</id><published>2005-02-19T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T10:16:49.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quotes for the day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;February 22, 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Click for further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/23515.html"&gt;The denunciation of the young is a necessary part of the hygiene of older people, and greatly assists in the circulation of their blood.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/23515.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Add to Your Quotations Page" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/myquotations.php?add=23515"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Email this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/23515.html#email"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quotes/Logan_Pearsall_Smith/"&gt;Logan Pearsall Smith&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;(1865 - 1946), Afterthoughts (1931) "Age and Death" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Click for further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/26136.html"&gt;Art is either plagiarism or revolution.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/26136.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Add to Your Quotations Page" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/myquotations.php?add=26136"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Email this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/26136.html#email"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quotes/Paul_Gauguin/"&gt;Paul Gauguin&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;(1848 - 1903)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Click for further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/26181.html"&gt;One is tempted to define man as a rational animal who always loses his temper when he is called upon to act in accordance with the dictates of reason.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/26181.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Add to Your Quotations Page" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/myquotations.php?add=26181"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Email this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/26181.html#email"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quotes/Oscar_Wilde/"&gt;Oscar Wilde&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;(1854 - 1900), The Critic as Artist, part 2, 1891 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Click for further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/29662.html"&gt;Patience has its limits. Take it too far, and it's cowardice.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/29662.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Add to Your Quotations Page" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/myquotations.php?add=29662"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Email this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/29662.html#email"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quotes/George_Jackson/"&gt;George Jackson&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;(1941 - 1971)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;February 19, 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a title="Click for further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/56.html"&gt;Life is a sexually transmitted disease.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quotes/R._D._Laing/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;R. D. Laing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a title="Click for further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/369.html"&gt;It is better to keep your mouth closed and let people think you are a fool than to open it and remove all doubt.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/369.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Add to Your Quotations Page" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/myquotations.php?add=369"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Email this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/369.html#email"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quotes/Mark_Twain/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mark Twain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (1835 - 1910) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Click for further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/469.html"&gt;The meek shall inherit the Earth, but not its mineral rights.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/469.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Add to Your Quotations Page" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/myquotations.php?add=469"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Email this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/469.html#email"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quotes/J._Paul_Getty/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;J. Paul Getty&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; (1892 - 1976)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Click for further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/33013.html"&gt;I believe that every human has a finite number of heart-beats. I don't intend to waste any of mine running around doing exercises.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/33013.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Add to Your Quotations Page" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/myquotations.php?add=33013"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Email this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/33013.html#email"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quotes/Neil_Armstrong/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Neil Armstrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (1930 - )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10637119-110880280032444040?l=ceijg2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceijg2.blogspot.com/feeds/110880280032444040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10637119&amp;postID=110880280032444040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637119/posts/default/110880280032444040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637119/posts/default/110880280032444040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceijg2.blogspot.com/2005/02/quotes-for-day.html' title='quotes for the day...'/><author><name>ceejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816549346695601998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/01/47/5377410/11455295815272l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10637119.post-110817861617866315</id><published>2005-02-12T11:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T19:08:13.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The bams at Camp Phillips!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/01/47/5377410/9547740861449l.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,204)"&gt;i had missed one part of my childhood, that is, to play with slides and seesaws. my mother would not allow me because i easily got iritated and "danghag" as well. last October 30, 2004, the SPVM Participants visited camp philips bukidnod and while waiting for the tour guide, me and my classmates in college decided to have a picture taking on the paly ground. i though i was the only one who had a missed childhood stuffs but i was shocked when my classmates also played with slides and seesaws like innocent children. i think the picture above supported my statements.&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/10637119-110817861617866315?l=ceijg2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceijg2.blogspot.com/feeds/110817861617866315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10637119&amp;postID=110817861617866315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637119/posts/default/110817861617866315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637119/posts/default/110817861617866315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceijg2.blogspot.com/2005/02/bams-at-camp-phillips.html' title='The bams at Camp Phillips!'/><author><name>ceejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816549346695601998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/01/47/5377410/11455295815272l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10637119.post-110817660620011039</id><published>2005-02-12T10:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T18:30:52.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tale of the four sisters</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Example" src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/01/47/5377410/9605640010912l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;pre style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;i used to ask this question before&lt;br /&gt;"Who is the most pretty among us four?".&lt;br /&gt;The common answer was not satisfying...&lt;br /&gt;your pretty (thats true!) but beauty without an appeal is not convincing.&lt;br /&gt;your elder sister attractive&lt;br /&gt; i hate to hear it coz its somewhat negative&lt;br /&gt;i know deep within whats the reality.&lt;br /&gt;that is.. of the four im the most pretty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Now, mabye you will have a doubt,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;and so im going to ask you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Who among the ladies is the prettiest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a.The one in &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;yellow&lt;/span&gt; t-shirt (thats me)&lt;br /&gt;b.the one wearing a &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;red &lt;/span&gt;shirt (my elder sister)&lt;br /&gt;c.the one in &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,204)"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt; stripes (sister next to me)&lt;br /&gt;d. in white shirt (well shes my cousin but ill just include her in the choices)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;your answers will be highly be appreciated. hehehehe...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10637119-110817660620011039?l=ceijg2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceijg2.blogspot.com/feeds/110817660620011039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10637119&amp;postID=110817660620011039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637119/posts/default/110817660620011039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637119/posts/default/110817660620011039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceijg2.blogspot.com/2005/02/tale-of-four-sisters.html' title='tale of the four sisters'/><author><name>ceejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816549346695601998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/01/47/5377410/11455295815272l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10637119.post-110786045288482046</id><published>2005-02-08T18:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T11:21:21.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures from astronomy.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;img alt=" " src="http://www.astronomy.com/objects/images/sunset_1104_key_west_500.jpg" style="width: 414px; height: 304px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="article-headline" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Seeing crepuscular rays from Key West&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="article-byline" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153); padding-top: 10px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="article-sectiontext"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;While on vacation in Key West, Florida, Jim Goertzen imaged this sunset. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;The beams of sunlight shooting beyond the cloud formation are known&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt; as crepuscular rays. Observed at sunrise and sunset, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;they appear to emanate from the setting or rising Sun&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;img alt=" " src="http://www.astronomy.com/objects/images/moon_jupiter12_07_500.jpg" style="width: 423px; height: 350px;" /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="article-headline" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;The Moon and Jupiter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="article-byline" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); padding-top: 10px;"&gt;&lt;div class="article-sectiontext"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="padding-top: 10px;"&gt;&lt;div class="article-sectiontext"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;With a tree limb in the foreground, Ronnie Warner imaged Jupiter and the Moon.&lt;br /&gt;The duo was photographed on December 7, 2004, from Rossville, Tennessee&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt; &lt;/pre&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/10637119-110786045288482046?l=ceijg2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceijg2.blogspot.com/feeds/110786045288482046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10637119&amp;postID=110786045288482046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637119/posts/default/110786045288482046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637119/posts/default/110786045288482046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceijg2.blogspot.com/2005/02/pictures-from-astronomycom.html' title='Pictures from astronomy.com'/><author><name>ceejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816549346695601998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/01/47/5377410/11455295815272l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10637119.post-110786001588964459</id><published>2005-02-08T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T18:53:35.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturn 'hot spot'</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;img src="http://i.a.cnn.net/cnn/2005/TECH/space/02/04/saturn.hotspot.ap/story.saturn.hot.spot.jpg" alt=" " /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;A new set of infrared images suggests a warm "polar vortex" at Saturn's south pole -- the first warm polar cap ever to be discovered in the solar system.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;CNN.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10637119-110786001588964459?l=ceijg2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceijg2.blogspot.com/feeds/110786001588964459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10637119&amp;postID=110786001588964459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637119/posts/default/110786001588964459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637119/posts/default/110786001588964459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceijg2.blogspot.com/2005/02/saturn-hot-spot.html' title='Saturn &apos;hot spot&apos;'/><author><name>ceejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816549346695601998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/01/47/5377410/11455295815272l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10637119.post-110785948238586005</id><published>2005-02-08T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T18:44:42.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanna relax.. Try to look at this pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.acclaimimages.com/_gallery/_SM/0018-0308-2509-3511_SM.jpg" alt="Op art" /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10637119-110785948238586005?l=ceijg2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceijg2.blogspot.com/feeds/110785948238586005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10637119&amp;postID=110785948238586005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637119/posts/default/110785948238586005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637119/posts/default/110785948238586005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceijg2.blogspot.com/2005/02/wanna-relax-try-to-look-at-this.html' title='Wanna relax.. Try to look at this pictures'/><author><name>ceejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816549346695601998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/01/47/5377410/11455295815272l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10637119.post-110782900481978607</id><published>2005-02-08T10:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T17:39:19.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Points to Ponder!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Sometimes one pays most for the things one gets for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;--Albert einstein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beauty is the first present nature gives to women and the first it takes away.&lt;br /&gt;-- George Brossin Méré&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One person with a belief is equal to a force of ninety-nine who have only interests.&lt;br /&gt;-- John Stuart Mill &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10637119-110782900481978607?l=ceijg2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceijg2.blogspot.com/feeds/110782900481978607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10637119&amp;postID=110782900481978607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637119/posts/default/110782900481978607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637119/posts/default/110782900481978607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceijg2.blogspot.com/2005/02/points-to-ponder.html' title='Points to Ponder!'/><author><name>ceejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816549346695601998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/01/47/5377410/11455295815272l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10637119.post-110777447383128300</id><published>2005-02-07T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T17:51:13.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be like Einstein</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;NOT EVERYTHING that counts can be counted, and not everything that can be counted counts.’’ So read the sign hung in the Princeton study of Albert Einstein, a man who knew a thing or two about both.&lt;br /&gt;Einstein’s face is already ubiquitous but will be even harder to avoid this year because 2005 marks the centenary of the physicist publishing three of his most famous ideas. The whole 12 months has been designated Einstein Year to celebrate in Britain and Ireland. Throughout the rest of the world it is the World Year of Physics.&lt;br /&gt;The move is intended to spark greater interest in physics, a subject intimately associated in the public eye with crazy-haired men spouting equations nobody really understands. Using the most crazily- haired man of all, and the one who came up with the equations in the first place, might seem a little peculiar. But, just as there is more to physics than unreliable school experiments, there is more to Einstein than cheeky tongue-poking. A lot more.&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/10637119-110777447383128300?l=ceijg2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceijg2.blogspot.com/feeds/110777447383128300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10637119&amp;postID=110777447383128300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637119/posts/default/110777447383128300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637119/posts/default/110777447383128300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceijg2.blogspot.com/2005/02/be-like-einstein.html' title='Be like Einstein'/><author><name>ceejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816549346695601998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/01/47/5377410/11455295815272l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10637119.post-110759054551494364</id><published>2005-02-05T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T16:19:14.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>look closely</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://gallery4collectors.com/images/octavioocampocelestialbodies.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how many persons did you see?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10637119-110759054551494364?l=ceijg2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceijg2.blogspot.com/feeds/110759054551494364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10637119&amp;postID=110759054551494364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637119/posts/default/110759054551494364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637119/posts/default/110759054551494364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceijg2.blogspot.com/2005/02/look-closely_05.html' title='look closely'/><author><name>ceejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816549346695601998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/01/47/5377410/11455295815272l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
