<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8574270</id><updated>2009-10-25T14:27:38.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bobbyjonc</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobbyjonc.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8574270/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobbyjonc.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8574270/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06743545103387399528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>64</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8574270.post-748026908842374826</id><published>2009-02-06T14:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T19:33:41.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Globe Vanity Number</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://www1.globe.com.ph/img/globe_logo.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Arrgh! I want to have one. Pero prepaid lang. Like 0917 - XXX - YYYY. Or anything basta 0917 ang prefix and maganda last 4 digits. Where can I buy one na hindi ako tinataga ng presyo?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8574270-748026908842374826?l=bobbyjonc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobbyjonc.blogspot.com/feeds/748026908842374826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8574270&amp;postID=748026908842374826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8574270/posts/default/748026908842374826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8574270/posts/default/748026908842374826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobbyjonc.blogspot.com/2009/02/globe-vanity-number.html' title='Globe Vanity Number'/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06743545103387399528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06527868374770863137'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8574270.post-6482355769230234951</id><published>2008-12-31T18:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T22:12:39.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY 2009!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) Baby New Year Tradition&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;The tradition of using a baby to signify the New Year was started around 600 B.C by the ancient Greeks, who, at the start of a year would carry a baby around in a basket. The purpose of it was to honor Dionysus, the God of Fertility and symbolize his annual rebirth. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) Hogmanay&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;The New Year in Scotland is called Hogmanay. The people in Scotland follow a ritual that appears nutty but actually has a great significance. One can find barrels of tar set afire and gradually rolled down the streets in the villages of Scotland. This ritual symbolizes that the old year is burned up and New Year is going to begin.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3) Burning "Mr. Old Year"&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br&gt;In Columbia, Cuba and Puerto Rico families stuff a life-size male doll with things and then they dress it up in old clothes from each family member. At the stroke of midnight, this 'Mr. Old Year' is set on fire. This is done with the simple belief that a doll thus stuffed have bad memories or sadness associated with them, and that the burning of these will help one to do away with all past grief's and usher in happiness in life with the coming year. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4) Eating Noodles&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;Late on the evening of December 31, people of Japan would eat a bowl of buckwheat noodles called "toshikoshisoba" ("year-crossing noodles") and listen for the sound of the Buddhist temple bells, which were rung 108 times at midnight. The sound of these bells is said to purify the listeners of the 108 sins or evil passions that plague every human being. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5) Eating 12 Grapes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;In Spain people eat 12 grapes as the clock strikes midnight (one each time the clock chimes) on New Year's Eve. This peculiar ritual originated in the twentieth century when freak weather conditions resulted in an unseasonable bumper harvest of grapes. Not able to decide what to do about so many grapes at Christmas time, the King of Spain and the grape growers came up with the idea of the New Year ritual. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6) Gifts in Shoes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;In Greece children leave their shoes by the fireside on New Year's Day (also the Festival of Saint Basil in Greece) with the hope that Saint Basil, who was famous for his kindness, will come and fill their shoes with gifts. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7) Carrying a Suitcase&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;In Venezuela, Argentina, Bolivia, and Mexico, those with hopes of traveling in the New Year carry a suitcase around the house at midnight. Some even carry it around the block to ensure traveling at greater distances. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8) Burning Crackers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;The people in China believe that there are evil spirits that roam the earth. So on New Year they burn crackers to scare the evil spirits. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9) Times Square Celebrations&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;The first Ball Lowering celebration atop One Times Square was held on December 31, 1907 and is now a worldwide symbol of the turn of the New Year, seen via satellite by more than one billion people each year. The original New Year's Eve Ball weighed 700 pounds and was 5 feet in diameter. It was made of iron and wood and was decorated with 100 25-watt light bulbs.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10) Foods&lt;br&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;It was thought that one could affect the luck they would have throughout the coming year by what they did or ate on the first day of the year. It is still held in some regions that special New Year food are the harbingers of luck. For that reason, the Dutch believe that eating donuts on New Year's Day will bring good fortune. The hog, and its meat, is considered lucky because it symbolizes prosperity. Cabbage is another "good luck" vegetable that is consumed on New Year's Day by many. Cabbage leaves are also considered a sign of prosperity, being representative of paper currency. In some regions, rice is a lucky food that is eaten on New Year's Day. The ancient Persians gave New Year's gifts of eggs, which symbolized productiveness.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11) Black-eyed peas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;Many parts of the U.S. celebrate the new year by consuming black-eyed peas. These legumes are typically accompanied by either hog jowls or ham. Black-eyed peas and other legumes have been considered good luck in many cultures. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12) Rings &lt;br&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Many cultures believe that anything in the shape of a ring is good luck, because it symbolizes "coming full circle," completing a year's cycle.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13) Wearing new slippers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;In China, many people wear in the new year a new pair of slippers that is bought before the new year, because it means to step on the people who gossip about you. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14) Sealed doors &amp; windows&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;During new year, the doors and windows of some homes in China can be seen sealed with paper. The Chinese think that this will succeed in keep the evil demons out.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15) Jewish New Year&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;The Jewish New Year is called Rosh Hashanah. It is a holy time when Jews recall the things they have done wrong in the past, and then promise to do better in the future. Special services are held in the synagogues, children are given new clothes and New Year loaves are baked to remind people of harvest time.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16) Japanese New Year&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;On New Year's Day in Japan, everyone gets dressed in their new clothes. Homes are decorated with pine branches and bamboo, both of which are considered to be the symbols of long life.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17) American resolutions&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;40 to 45% of American adults make one or more New Year's resolutions each year. And these range from debt reduction to giving up bad habits to what not? But the ones that are the most common deal with weight loss to exercise to giving up smoking. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;I hope you have enjoyed these pretty little New Year trivia's. New year is simply the perfect time to make resolutions and make for a fun-filled day. Take in the coming year with open arms. Have a blast!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8574270-6482355769230234951?l=bobbyjonc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobbyjonc.blogspot.com/feeds/6482355769230234951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8574270&amp;postID=6482355769230234951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8574270/posts/default/6482355769230234951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8574270/posts/default/6482355769230234951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobbyjonc.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-2009.html' title='HAPPY 2009!'/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06743545103387399528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06527868374770863137'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8574270.post-1008132683983689310</id><published>2008-08-04T13:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T17:39:35.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Closing Cycles by Paulo Coelho</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;One always has to know when a stage comes to an end.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;If we insist on staying longer than the necessary time, we lose the happiness and the meaning of the other stages we have to go through. Closing cycles, shutting doors, ending chapters - whatever name we give it, what matters is to leave in the past the moments of life that have finished.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Did you lose your job? Has a loving relationship come to an end? Did you leave your parents' house? Gone to live abroad? Has a long-lasting friendship ended all of a sudden?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;You can spend a long time wondering why this has happened. You can tell yourself you won't take another step until you find out why certain things that were so important and so solid in your life have turned into dust, just like that. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;But such an attitude will be awfully stressing for everyone involved: your parents, your husband or wife, your friends, your children, your sister, everyone will be finishing chapters, turning over new leaves, getting on with life, and they will all feel bad seeing you at a standstill.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;None of us can be in the present and the past at the same time, not even when we try to understand the things that happen to us. What has passed will not return: we cannot for ever be children, late adolescents, sons that feel guilt or rancor towards our parents, lovers who day and night relive an affair with someone who has gone away and has not the least intention of coming back.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Things pass, and the best we can do is to let them really go away. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;That is why it is so important (however painful it may be!) to destroy souvenirs, move, give lots of things away to orphanages, sell or donate the books you have at home. Everything in this visible world is a manifestation of the invisible world, of what is going on in our hearts ?and getting rid of certain memories also means making some room for other memories to take their place. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Let things go. Release them. Detach yourself from them. Nobody plays this life with marked cards, so sometimes we win and sometimes we lose. Do not expect anything in return, do not expect your efforts to be appreciated, your genius to be discovered, your love to be understood.Stop turning on your emotional television to watch the same program over and over again, the one that shows how much you suffered from a certain loss: that is only poisoning you, nothing else.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Nothing is more dangerous than not accepting love relationships that are broken off, work that is promised but there is no starting date, decisions that are always put off waiting for the "ideal moment". Before a new chapter is begun, the old one has to be finished: tell yourself that what has passed will never come back. Remember that there was a time when you could live without that thing or that person - nothing is irreplaceable, a habit is not a need. This may sound so obvious, it may even be difficult, but it is very important.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Closing cycles. Not because of pride, incapacity or arrogance, but simply because that no longer fits your life. Shut the door, change the record, clean the house, shake off the dust.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Stop being who you were, and change into who you are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8574270-1008132683983689310?l=bobbyjonc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobbyjonc.blogspot.com/feeds/1008132683983689310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8574270&amp;postID=1008132683983689310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8574270/posts/default/1008132683983689310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8574270/posts/default/1008132683983689310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobbyjonc.blogspot.com/2008/08/closing-cycles-by-paulo-coelho.html' title='Closing Cycles by Paulo Coelho'/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06743545103387399528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06527868374770863137'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8574270.post-8455500841566619891</id><published>2008-03-04T14:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T19:27:59.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rules of a Happy Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Remeber these five simple rules to be happy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 1 - Free your heart from hatred.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 2 - Free your mind from worries.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 3 - Live simply.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 4 - Give more.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 5 - Expect less.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; No one can go back and make a new start. Anyone can start from now and make a brand new ending.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; God didn't promise days without pain, laughter without sorrow, sun without rain, but God did promise strength for the day, comfort for the tears, and light for the way.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Disapointment are like road humps, they slow you down a bit but you enjoy the smooth road afterwards. Don`t stay on the humps too long. Move on!&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; When you feel down because you didn't get what you want,just sit tight and be happy, because God is planning of something better to give you.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; When something happens to you, good or bad, consider what it means. There's a purpose to life's events, to teach you how to laugh more or not to cry too hard.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; You can't make someone love you, all you can do is be someone who can be loved, the rest is up to the person to realize your worth.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; The measure of love is when you without measure. In life there are very rare chances that you'll meet the person you love and loves you in return. So once you have it don't ever let go, the chance might never come your way again.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; It's better to lose your pride to the one you love, than to lose the one you love because of pride.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; We spend too much time looking for the right person to love or finding fault with those we already love, when instead we should be perfecting the love we give.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; When you truly care for someone, you don't look for faults, you don't look for answers, you don't look for mistakes. Instead, you fight the mistakes, you accept the faults, and you overlook the excuses.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Never abandon an old friend. You will never find one who can take his or her place.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Friendship is like wine, it gets better as it grows older. When you receive this, you know you are cherished.  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8574270-8455500841566619891?l=bobbyjonc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobbyjonc.blogspot.com/feeds/8455500841566619891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8574270&amp;postID=8455500841566619891' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8574270/posts/default/8455500841566619891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8574270/posts/default/8455500841566619891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobbyjonc.blogspot.com/2008/03/rules-of-happy-life.html' title='The Rules of a Happy Life'/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06743545103387399528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06527868374770863137'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8574270.post-6179736473689949167</id><published>2008-03-04T14:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T19:23:55.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Art of Letting Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dr. Alan Zimmerman's Comments:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Sooner or later, everyone you know will disappoint&lt;br&gt; you in some way. They'll?say something or fail to&lt;br&gt; say something that will hurt you. And they'll do&lt;br&gt; something or fail to do something that will anger&lt;br&gt; you. It's inevitable.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Unfortunately, you make things worse when you stew&lt;br&gt; over someone's words and deeds. When you dwell on a&lt;br&gt; rude remark or an insensitive action made by another&lt;br&gt;  person, you're headed for deeper problems.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; In fact, the more you dwell on these things, the more bitter you'll get.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; You'll find your joy, peace and happiness slipping&lt;br&gt;  away. And you'll find your productivity slowing down&lt;br&gt;  as you spend more and more time thinking about the&lt;br&gt; slight or telling others about it. Eventually, if&lt;br&gt;  you don't stop doing it, you'll even get sick.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; So what should you do the next time someone betrays&lt;br&gt; you? TAKE RESPONSIBILITY FOR YOUR FEELINGS.  Even&lt;br&gt; though the other person may be at fault, even though the other person&lt;br&gt; wronged you, you are still&lt;br&gt;  responsible for your own feelings.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; In other words, other people do not "cause" your&lt;br&gt; feelings. You choose them.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; For example, two different people could be told that&lt;br&gt; their suggestions made at the staff meeting were&lt;br&gt; "stupid and idiotic." One person may "choose" to&lt;br&gt; feel so hurt that he never speaks up at any other&lt;br&gt; meeting again. The other person may "choose" to feel&lt;br&gt; sorry for the critic, sorry that the critic couldn't&lt;br&gt; see the wisdom and necessity of her suggestions.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; As long as you blame other people for your feelings,&lt;br&gt; as long as you believe other people caused your&lt;br&gt; feelings, you're stuck. You're a helpless victim.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; But if you recognize the fact that you choose your&lt;br&gt; feelings and you are responsible for your feelings,&lt;br&gt; there's hope.?You can take some time to think about&lt;br&gt; your feelings. And you can decide what is the best&lt;br&gt; thing to say or do.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Then, you've got to learn to WALK AWAY FROM&lt;br&gt;  DISAPPOINTMENT.?It's difficult to do, but it's&lt;br&gt; possible.  The famous 19th century Scottish&lt;br&gt; historian, Thomas Carlyle, proved that.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; After working on his multi-volume set of books on&lt;br&gt;  "The French Revolution" for six years, Carlyle&lt;br&gt; completed the manuscript and took volume one to his&lt;br&gt;  friend John Stuart Mill. He asked Mill to read it.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Five days later, Mill's maid accidentally threw the&lt;br&gt; manuscript into the fire.   In agony, Mill went to&lt;br&gt; Carlyle's house to tell him that his work had been&lt;br&gt; destroyed.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Carlyle did not flinch. With a smile, he said, "That's all right, Mill.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; These things happen. It is a part of life. I will&lt;br&gt;  start over. I can remember most of it, I am sure.&lt;br&gt;  Don't worry. It's all here in my mind. Go,my friend!&lt;br&gt;  Do not feel bad."&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; As Mill left, Carlyle watched him from the window.&lt;br&gt;  Carlyle turned to his wife and said, "I did not want&lt;br&gt;  him to see how crushed I am by this misfortune." And&lt;br&gt;  with a heavy sigh, he added, "Well the manuscript is&lt;br&gt;  gone, so I had better start writing again."&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Carlyle finally completed the work, which ranks as&lt;br&gt;  one of the great classics of all time. He had&lt;br&gt;  learned to walk away from his disappointment.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; After all, what could Carlyle have done about his&lt;br&gt; burnt manuscript?&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Nothing. Nothing would have resurrected the&lt;br&gt;  manuscript. All Carlyle could do was to get bitter&lt;br&gt; or get started. And what can you do about anything&lt;br&gt; once it is over? Not much. You can try to correct it&lt;br&gt; if it is possible, or you can walk away from it if&lt;br&gt; it isn't.   Those are your only two choices.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Sometimes you've just got to shake it off and step&lt;br&gt;  up.  It's like the farmer who had an old mule who&lt;br&gt;  fell into a deep dry well. As he assessed the&lt;br&gt;  situation, he knew it would be difficult, if not&lt;br&gt;  impossible, to lift the heavy mule out of the deep&lt;br&gt;  well.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; So the farmer decided to bury the mule in the well.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; After all, the mule was old and the well was dry, so&lt;br&gt; he could solve two problems at once. He could put&lt;br&gt; the old mule out of his misery and have his well&lt;br&gt;  filled.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; The farmer asked his neighbors to help him with the&lt;br&gt; shoveling. To work they went. As they threw&lt;br&gt; shovel-full of dirt after shovel-full of dirt on the&lt;br&gt;  mule's back, the mule became frightened.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Then all of a sudden an idea came to the mule. Each&lt;br&gt;  time they would throw a shovel-full of dirt on his&lt;br&gt;  back, he would shake it off and step up.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Shovel-full after shovel-full, the mule would shake&lt;br&gt;  it off and step up. In not too long a time, the&lt;br&gt;  exhausted and dirty mule stepped over the top of the&lt;br&gt;  well and through the crowd.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; That's the same approach we all need to take. We&lt;br&gt; need to shake it off and step up.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Finally, you need to FORGIVE. It's difficult,&lt;br&gt; especially when the other person doesn't deserve&lt;br&gt; your forgiveness or doesn't even seek it. It's&lt;br&gt; difficult when the other person is clearly in the&lt;br&gt; wrong.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Part of the difficulty comes from a common&lt;br&gt;  misunderstanding of forgiveness.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Forgiveness doesn't mean that the other person's&lt;br&gt; behavior is okay.  And forgiveness doesn't mean that&lt;br&gt; the other person is off the hook. He's still&lt;br&gt; responsible for his misbehavior.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Forgiveness is about letting yourself off the&lt;br&gt; emotional hook. It's about releasing your negative&lt;br&gt; emotions, attitudes, and behaviors. It's about&lt;br&gt; letting go of the past so you can go forward to the&lt;br&gt;  future.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Everyone in your life, everyone on and off the job&lt;br&gt; is going to disappoint you. If you know how to&lt;br&gt; respond to those situations, you'll be way ahead of&lt;br&gt;  most people. You'll be able to live above and beyond&lt;br&gt;  your circumstances.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Action:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Identify two people that have disappointed, hurt, or&lt;br&gt;  angered you. If?possible, select two people towards&lt;br&gt;  whom you still have some bitterness.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Then ask yourself, "How does my bitterness serve me?&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Am I happier holding on to it?&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Do I sleep better?&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Is my life richer, fuller, and better because of my bitterness?"&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; If you find that your bitterness is hurting you, make a decision.&lt;br&gt; Actually decide to let it go.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Walk away from the disappointment -- which means you&lt;br&gt;  no longer dwell on it or talk about it. Period!&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Or as Islam teaches us, the true believer is the one who&lt;br&gt; can forgive while she is angry.  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8574270-6179736473689949167?l=bobbyjonc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobbyjonc.blogspot.com/feeds/6179736473689949167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8574270&amp;postID=6179736473689949167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8574270/posts/default/6179736473689949167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8574270/posts/default/6179736473689949167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobbyjonc.blogspot.com/2008/03/art-of-letting-go.html' title='The Art of Letting Go'/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06743545103387399528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06527868374770863137'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8574270.post-6903425606282310107</id><published>2008-01-28T11:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T18:03:57.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Viva Santo Tomas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignleft" src="http://images.bobbyjonc.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R52k5AoKCrQAADZtLR41/UST_Centennial_logo.jpg?et=7LC%2C7fOa3xTDRw4CdSvqJg&amp;nmid=" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A Triduum and a concelebrated Mass highlighted the celebration of the Feast of St. Thomas Aquinas, patron saint of the University of Santo Tomas, which will also mark the 397th foundation anniversary of UST.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;A month-long set activities are lined-up from January until the end of February which consists of lectures, symposia, contests, an international conference on Religion, alumni homecomings, exhibitions and book launch. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY FEAST DAY THOMASIANS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8574270-6903425606282310107?l=bobbyjonc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobbyjonc.blogspot.com/feeds/6903425606282310107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8574270&amp;postID=6903425606282310107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8574270/posts/default/6903425606282310107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8574270/posts/default/6903425606282310107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobbyjonc.blogspot.com/2008/01/viva-santo-tomas.html' title='Viva Santo Tomas!'/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06743545103387399528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06527868374770863137'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8574270.post-8821162318204493943</id><published>2008-01-22T15:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T19:24:01.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Lost Friends</title><content type='html'>"No man is an island" sabi nga nila. Tama naman kasi hindi ako mabubuhay ng ako lang mag-isa. Masyado ako dependent. Mahirap kung ako lang. &lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8574270-8821162318204493943?l=bobbyjonc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobbyjonc.blogspot.com/feeds/8821162318204493943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8574270&amp;postID=8821162318204493943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8574270/posts/default/8821162318204493943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8574270/posts/default/8821162318204493943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobbyjonc.blogspot.com/2008/01/long-lost-friends.html' title='Long Lost Friends'/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06743545103387399528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06527868374770863137'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8574270.post-6630656706356726765</id><published>2007-11-19T14:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T19:52:27.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pagbabalik sa multiply</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://bobbyjonc.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R0F4PgoKCpEAAB@Pe0Y1"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignleft src="http://images.bobbyjonc.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R0F4PgoKCpEAAB@Pe0Y1/Day%201%20-%20Bangkero.jpg?et=svNwpBdGkihpCL1xdaCUbQ" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;Shyet! Antagal ko rin hindi nakapag-multiply. Kasi blocked sa office, tapos disconnected pa yung illegal connection ng DSL sa bahay. Wahahaha! Ngayon nasa Mail and More ako nag-iinternet. Susulitin ko na to. Hehehe!&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Ano ba updates about me?&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://bobbyjonc.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R0F4mAoKCpEAACPnJOE1"&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignleft src="http://images.bobbyjonc.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R0F4mAoKCpEAACPnJOE1/Day%202%20-%20Beach%20Walk.jpg?et=3p5E7ggf%2CXqC0ZWLg8dUIA" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;Last week, galing ako sa Puerto Galera. Ang saya! Kahit hindi halata, sobrang saya kasi malayo sa trabaho, sa problema, sa pollution, sa ingay. Dapat madami kami kaso nag-backout yung iba. Wala raw pera. Sana nagready na sila few days pa lang di ba? Kesa yung last minute tapos sasabihin hindi sila sasama. Pero kahit ako lang mag-isa, pupunta pa rin ako.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;First day was good kaso nalasing ako that night. Second day, mga bangag tapos swim sa beach then beach volleyball. Third and last day, snorkeling.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://bobbyjonc.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R0F4zwoKCpEAACezTGg1"&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignleft src="http://images.bobbyjonc.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R0F4zwoKCpEAACezTGg1/Day%203%20-%20Snorkeling.jpg?et=uQSPqT5wxsJf7%2C%2BHwCsFwA" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;A href="http://bobbyjonc.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R0F4PgoKCpEAAB@Pe0Y1"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;Next time ko na kwento. Lapit na ko umuwi e. Hehehe!&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://bobbyjonc.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R0F4PgoKCpEAAB@Pe0Y1"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8574270-6630656706356726765?l=bobbyjonc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobbyjonc.blogspot.com/feeds/6630656706356726765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8574270&amp;postID=6630656706356726765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8574270/posts/default/6630656706356726765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8574270/posts/default/6630656706356726765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobbyjonc.blogspot.com/2007/11/pagbabalik-sa-multiply.html' title='Pagbabalik sa multiply'/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06743545103387399528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06527868374770863137'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8574270.post-7782058738027290274</id><published>2007-11-04T08:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T12:38:52.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BAD DREAM</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="/photos/hi-res/upload/Ry1KmAoKCpEAAE3dChQ1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignright" src="http://images.bobbyjonc.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/Ry1KmAoKCpEAAE3dChQ1/soldier.jpg?et=pL8JPmwdaM51zjwYbQZf0A" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I had a bad dream last night. And it goes...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I joined UK troops because at that time, UK and US were at war. We were recruiting people to join us. The order was to kill every American we saw. So everytime we see an American, we have to kill him right then and there. The bad thing was (well, good thing for me), I can't target because of my poor vision, so my bullets were &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nasasayang&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I was living on an apartment complex and there was a big, fat American in one of those apartments. In a group of four, I led them to the place of that American. That American was sleeping but we can't find a way to kill him. Accidentally, one of us made a noise which made the American to wake-up. He was trying to find us. Then, one of us pulled the trigger, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;plok&lt;/span&gt;! He had bullets no more. The American heard the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;plok&lt;/span&gt; and saw us. He fired his rifle and one of us got hit. The three of us ran as fast as we can.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The end.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Now I am wondering what does my dream mean?&lt;br&gt;Why are we naked? Yes, we are naked.&lt;br&gt;Who are the members of the troop?&lt;br&gt;Who was killed?&lt;br&gt;Why am I part of the UK troops?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Paging Joseph, the dreamer...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8574270-7782058738027290274?l=bobbyjonc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobbyjonc.blogspot.com/feeds/7782058738027290274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8574270&amp;postID=7782058738027290274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8574270/posts/default/7782058738027290274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8574270/posts/default/7782058738027290274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobbyjonc.blogspot.com/2007/11/bad-dream.html' title='BAD DREAM'/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06743545103387399528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06527868374770863137'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8574270.post-3924450175616895807</id><published>2007-10-27T06:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T10:44:13.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starbucks Planner 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="/photos/hi-res/upload/RyKkqQoKCpEAAFk9TAw1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignleft" src="http://images.bobbyjonc.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/RyKkqQoKCpEAAFk9TAw1/planner.jpg?et=1lVBEjJhdpYmNHGmfBcuNw" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;October is almost up and it simply means that people will go crazy over Starbucks Coffee. According to my friend, Starbucks will release the new planner for 2008 on November 1 and they will start giving out cards and stickers on November 6.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Last year, you need to accomplish 21 stickers before you get the planner. You have to buy 9 Christmas blends and 12 regular coffee to complete the stickers. This year, instead of a pen, the planner will be partnered with a pencil. Hmmm... Well, let's just wait and see.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;This time, I'm planning to finish the Christmas stickers first. Coz last year, Toffee Nut Latte/Frappe was already sold-out during the last week of December. I won't be indulging myself with a cup of coffee everyday. Besides, we have an overflowing coffee at work.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Well, then, see you on November 6!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" size="1"&gt;*** Thanks to &lt;a href="http://bluearden.multiply.com" target="_blank"&gt;Jason&lt;/a&gt; for the photo.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8574270-3924450175616895807?l=bobbyjonc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobbyjonc.blogspot.com/feeds/3924450175616895807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8574270&amp;postID=3924450175616895807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8574270/posts/default/3924450175616895807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8574270/posts/default/3924450175616895807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobbyjonc.blogspot.com/2007/10/starbucks-planner-2008.html' title='Starbucks Planner 2008'/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06743545103387399528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06527868374770863137'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8574270.post-8934871405401073097</id><published>2007-10-19T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T20:12:26.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Intellicare Sucks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.bobbyjonc.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/RxieMgoKCpEAAAwImpY1/intellisucks.gif?et=lOrM%2Cv4NWITN%2CD%2B2TPbxQg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We know for a fact that I am sick for 3 days now. I am on sick leave for two days and that means I have to present a medical certificate, which is fiine. Since I our company provides Intellicare as our HMO, I have decided to inquire if Intellicare has clinic affiliates around Pulilan, Bulacan. Remember, I'm still sick...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I received a text message from their Globe hotline stating the clinics in Balagtas. I replied saying that if I could just go to a nearest clinic and have my expenses reimbursed. After few minutes, I received a call from &lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gino Escaño&lt;/span&gt;, an Intellicare representative. He told me that he will just endorsed me to Dr. Mariel Cunanan-Cortez of Our Lady of Mercy General Hospital here in Pulilan. He told me to look for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;"&gt;Arbel Rodriguez&lt;/span&gt; at the Billing Section then just proceed to that doctor's office then I'm off. I was informed that the schedule of that doctor is from 1pm to 3pm only. Fine.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Without taking a bath, I walked 300 meters from our house to the jeepney stop, under the heat of the sun. Then I rode a jeep to the hospital. Normally, it would take me two jeepney rides but I found a jeep going to Bocaue so I didn't have to transfer from one jeep to another.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;When I reached the hospital, I went to the Billing Section, looked for Arbel, handed my Intellicare card and waited 40 minutes for that Referral Control Sheet for Out-Patient Consultation. What the fuck?!!! 40 minutes for that fucking slip?! Why? Because I thought it was first-come, first-serve basis. But no! She entertained those people with cold cash first before processing me. Ok! Ok! I understand. It's business. I stayed calm.&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;When I went to Room 406 at the fourth floor, I found this, should I say, shocking sign..&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bobbyjonc.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/Rxia4woKCpEAAE3OAx81"&gt;&lt;img class="alignleft" src="http://images.bobbyjonc.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/Rxia4woKCpEAAE3OAx81/docout.jpg?et=ywyX1TzyCupqZmaIbqClDg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE AMAZING DOCTOR IS OUT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Well, I waited, thinking that the doctor just went to the restroom. But 30 minutes had passed so I went down to Arbel and asked if the doctor is around. She asked the information lady and that lady said that the doctor is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OFF-DUTY!&lt;/span&gt; What the fuck?! I was losing my temper when she told me to come back tomorrow from 8am to 12noon, but I calmly asked her if there are other doctors available who could check me up. She then got the RCS1 form and erased the name of Dr. Cunanan-Cortez and wrote the name Dr. Marci Cruz. Room 408&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I went up again at the fourth floor and waited on a long queue. I was very pissed at Intellicare that time so I texted them: &lt;span style="font-family: courier new,courier;"&gt;Hey! Ur scheduling me on a doctor who's not around! What a service!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I've waited for a response but I never received one. I started calling them but they are just canceling it! I heard it rang thrice then beep-beep-beep. I asked my supervisor on how to file an Incident Report against Intellicare. I told her what happened. She told me to email me the complete details so she could inform HR-Ops.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I called Intellicare again, the Gino answered my call, apologizing and blaming Arbel who gave the schedule of the unavailable doctor. He promised me to wait for his call after looking for another doctor who could attend my concern. Ok! But another 30 minutes had passed. I have just decided to go back to Pulilan and just go to our family doctor. I had thought of having my expenses reimbursed but I don't want to deal with Intellicare ever again!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I've been receiving &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; of negative feedbacks about Intellicare but what can I do. It's the only HMO partner or our company. My friend told me during one of our coffee night out, he conducted a signature campaign against Intellicare. And he was successful.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8574270-8934871405401073097?l=bobbyjonc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobbyjonc.blogspot.com/feeds/8934871405401073097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8574270&amp;postID=8934871405401073097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8574270/posts/default/8934871405401073097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8574270/posts/default/8934871405401073097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobbyjonc.blogspot.com/2007/10/intellicare-sucks.html' title='Intellicare Sucks!'/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06743545103387399528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06527868374770863137'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8574270.post-8469971589105710560</id><published>2007-10-02T05:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T12:24:09.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My God, My God, why hast thou forsaken me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;"Deus meus, Deus meus, utquid dereliquisti me?"&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;That was the fourth of the Seven Last Words of Christ on the Cross.&lt;BR&gt;That was also my words this morning.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Teka, teka, hindi pa ko mamamatay. Matagal pa yun. Kaya lang, late ako kanina sa shift ko ng 20 minutes. As usual, umulan na naman, mahirap sumakay at sobrang traffic. Ang pagkakamali ko, Grace Park na Baliuag Transit ang sinakyan ko, hindi ko na nahintay yung Cubao na dumating kasi nga ang lakas ng ulan sa Bulacan. Naisip ko na okay lang kahit Grace Park na sakyan ko since may LRT naman. Ang problema, wala na nga pala ko LRT Stored Value Card. Kaya pagdating sa LRT 5th Ave Station, pumila pa ko. Kung naabutan ko lang yung isang train eh di sana hindi ako late.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Eto pa, pagbaba ko sa Buendia, hanap agad ako ng taxi para direcho na ko bababa sa harap ng building namin. Ang kaso, wala ako mahagilap na taxi. Lahat puno! Pag minamalas ka nga naman. Nung nakasakay na ko, hindi pala alam ni manong yung pasikot sikot sa Makati. Ok lang kasi kabisado ko naman. Ang problema pa, hindi sya marunong dumiskarte. Lagi kami naaabutan ng red light! Kasi di ba kapag yellow light na, either slow down ka na or bibilisan mo yung takbo. Eh sya laging slow down kasi natatakot na raw sya sa Makati. nahuli na raw kasi sya minsan. Ayun, it tested my patience.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Haaay... Ano pa nga ba eh di Verbal Warning na ko nyan. Peste talaga kanina.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Sa Bulacan pa lang, pagdaan ng jeep sa may simbahan, nagdasal na ko to give me a pleasant surprise today. Meron ngang surprise, hindi naman pleasant. Si Kuya Jess talaga mapagbiro. Nakakainis kasi ang aga aga ko gumising, nakipagbuno ako sa mga tao para lang makasakay sa bus, nabasa ako ng ulan, hindi na ko kumain ng breakfast, mamaya hindi na naman ako makakakain ng lunch sa tamang oras, mag-isa pa ko magpa-process ng napakaraming applicants, tapos male-late lang pala ko. May kasama pang disciplinary action.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;EM&gt;My God, My God, why hast thou forsaken me?&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8574270-8469971589105710560?l=bobbyjonc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobbyjonc.blogspot.com/feeds/8469971589105710560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8574270&amp;postID=8469971589105710560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8574270/posts/default/8469971589105710560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8574270/posts/default/8469971589105710560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobbyjonc.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-god-my-god-why-hast-thou-forsaken-me.html' title='My God, My God, why hast thou forsaken me?'/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06743545103387399528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06527868374770863137'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8574270.post-1199356039958440983</id><published>2007-09-07T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T21:59:08.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Por Seyl</title><content type='html'>&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt; &lt;DIV align=left&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT size=6&gt;iPod Video 30G&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignleft src="http://www.news-blogs.com/_images/gadget/video_ipod.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;Complete &lt;BR&gt;With warranty until July 2008 &lt;BR&gt;Bought from Digital Walker&lt;BR&gt;Loaded with cool songs&lt;BR&gt;No defects and scratchless. &lt;BR&gt;Last Price is P10,000.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;PM me or text me or email me.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8574270-1199356039958440983?l=bobbyjonc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobbyjonc.blogspot.com/feeds/1199356039958440983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8574270&amp;postID=1199356039958440983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8574270/posts/default/1199356039958440983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8574270/posts/default/1199356039958440983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobbyjonc.blogspot.com/2007/09/por-seyl.html' title='Por Seyl'/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06743545103387399528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06527868374770863137'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8574270.post-3678934092447584530</id><published>2007-08-24T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T20:24:03.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend na naman..</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;Wala na naman ako computer sa bahay, so ibig sabihin walang multiply.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Gusto ko sana lumuwas, kaso P1,500 na lang pera ko, nabawasan pa kanina.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Tapos long weekend pa kasi wala kami pasok on Monday.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Hindi ko na naman nagawa yung dapat kong gawin this week. Yan ay ang maghanap ng ....&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Hmmm.... &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;I need Divine Intervention. Mahirap tong decision-making na kinakaharap ko.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Sa mga pwends ko dyan, text text na lang. Meron na ko Sun just in case meron din kayo, text nyo lang ako sa Globe ko, I'll open lahat ng lines, both postpaid and prepaid.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Sa mga classmates ko, miss ko na kayo. Kitakits tayo next week, may sweldo na ulit. Weeee!&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Sa mga officemates ko, kaya natin to! Sulong sulong sa pagsulong, walang mahirap kung tulong-tulong! Hahaha! Kerne!&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Sa multiply pwends ko, di ako makakapagkulitan sa inyo ng 3 araw. Text nyo na lang ako kung alam nyo number ko. Hahaha!&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Sa mga mahal ko dyan, hehehe. Yun lang masasabi ko. Mababasa nyo to kasi naka-cross-post ito sa blogger ko. Wahahaha! Bawal paranoid! Bawal tampuhan! Bawal away! Magmahalan tayo. Sarap ng pakiramdam diba? Haaayy... &lt;STRONG&gt;Thank God I Found You!!!&lt;/STRONG&gt; Naks!&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Kay Kuya Jess, bibisitahin po kita sa Linggo. Pero araw-araw naman po tayo nag-uusap kaya ayos pa rin.. Thank you po sa walang sawang pakikinig sakin kahit non-sense mga kwento ko. Thank you po sa pag-guide sakin. Nagiging matured na po ako kahit paunti-unti. Thank you po sa lahat ng blessings! Soooobrang thank you talaga! Kung wala ka, wala rin ako. Basta love kita. Mamaya usap ulit tayo masinsinan.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;EM&gt;Si Kuya Jess po si Papa Jesus. Close kami kaya Kuya Jess na lang daw sabi nya. Hehe!&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8574270-3678934092447584530?l=bobbyjonc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobbyjonc.blogspot.com/feeds/3678934092447584530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8574270&amp;postID=3678934092447584530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8574270/posts/default/3678934092447584530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8574270/posts/default/3678934092447584530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobbyjonc.blogspot.com/2007/08/weekend-na-naman.html' title='Weekend na naman..'/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06743545103387399528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06527868374770863137'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8574270.post-5430964037857045294</id><published>2007-08-06T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T20:00:02.287+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>BAD NEWS!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Blocked na ang multiply sa office!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Di naman namin inaabuso yun e. Productive naman kami a.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nakakabadtrip lang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8574270-5430964037857045294?l=bobbyjonc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobbyjonc.blogspot.com/feeds/5430964037857045294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8574270&amp;postID=5430964037857045294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8574270/posts/default/5430964037857045294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8574270/posts/default/5430964037857045294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobbyjonc.blogspot.com/2007/08/bad-news.html' title='BAD NEWS!!!'/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06743545103387399528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06527868374770863137'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8574270.post-1723728493208698188</id><published>2007-07-31T07:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T11:09:30.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MRT Ride</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;May nakasabay akong celebrity sa MRT ngayon...&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Hehehe!&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8574270-1723728493208698188?l=bobbyjonc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobbyjonc.blogspot.com/feeds/1723728493208698188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8574270&amp;postID=1723728493208698188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8574270/posts/default/1723728493208698188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8574270/posts/default/1723728493208698188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobbyjonc.blogspot.com/2007/07/mrt-ride.html' title='MRT Ride'/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06743545103387399528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06527868374770863137'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8574270.post-3154659591581848638</id><published>2007-07-29T12:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T16:01:44.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>iPod, iPod, iLoveu</title><content type='html'>I have finally met my bespwen's family yesterday. Actaully, dapat makikitulog sya samin kaso sabi ni Mama madumi yung bahay so next time na lang. Maybe next week, bahala na. So yun nga, ang naging Plan B eh dun na lang ako pupunta sa kanila to fix my iPod and add more mp3s. Dala ko si baby iPod ko, iPod shuffle, hehehe! Yeah, dalawa sila, si iPod 30G video at si iPod 1G shuffle. Pahiram ko muna si bespwen since sira yun 30G nya, wala sya gagamitin. Tsaka binenta nya si iPod Nano. Kaya ayun.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It was an adventure trip kasi I'm not familiar with their place. It will be the second time na pupunta ko sa kanila, but this time, I'm all alone. Nagpunta muna ko sa Megamall to buy some fruits and spaghetti sauce na gagamitin for merienda. Ayun, usapan namin 1pm nasa kanila na ko pero traffic sa NLEX. Yeah, sa expressway traffic. Galing di ba? Kasi ginagawa yung road so ganun nga.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Going back sa Megamall, sumakay ako sa fx going to Pasig. Hmmm... Medyo kabado kasi di ako familiar talaga. Pero di ako nagpahalata. Nagbayad ako ng fare tapos bumaba ako sa may sakayan ng tricycle. Tinanong ako ni Manong driver before kami umalis, "Alam mo ba kung magkano ang pamasahe papunta dun?" Sabi ko, "Opo, P50." Ang mahal diba? Limang piso na lang may pamasahe ka na sa Bulacan. Hehehe!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ayun, lumagpas ako sa bahay nila. Pero nakabalik din ako. Yung sister nya ang nagbukas ng gate for me then his Mom welcomed me. She was hospitable. I was about to make beso kaya lang nahiya ako, hehehe, feeling close agad, so I just shook her hand. Then umakyat ako sa room ni bespwen, watched tagalog movie. Corny lang. Hahahaha!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Di ko na tinapos yung movie, bumaba agad kami para ayusin si iPod. We added Acoustic and R&amp;B songs. Medyo madami rin. Tapos her mom prepared merienda for us. We had spaghetti and shake for our snack. Bigla nag-brownout! Putek! Sira si iPod! Pero hindi. Hehehe!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Around 7pm, we went to Glorietta kasi nga di ba ibebenta nya si Nano. Since walang taxi dumadaan, naglakad kami eh medyo umaambon kaya ayun, nagkasipon ako ngayon. Sumakay kami sa tricycle na parang jeep. Ang galeeng!! Nakakatuwa lang kasi first time ko sa ganun. Biruin mo, 4 na passengers ang pinagkasya sa loob ng 1 tricycle. Only in the Philippines (yata)!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sa Greenbelt muna kami. Daan sa Apple Center, pina-diagnose nya si Markie, sira ang hard drive. Tapos pumunta kami sa Powerbooks to buy Yabang Pinoy. Since medyo maliit yun nabili nya, nagpalit na lang kami.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Then we're off to Glorietta, sa Mcdo 2/F. We met Bot, sya bumili nun Nano. Kakatawa lang kasi medyo hindi nya alam kung pano gamitin yung iPod pero ok lang yun. Ganun naman minsan. Ako rin di ko alam i-turn off yung iPod nun unang labas nya e.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;After closing the deal, shemperds may pera na sya, diretso kami sa cinema, libre nya. Dapat kasama namin sila Angel kaso di na tumuloy kasi ang lakas ng ulan. Since 10:30pm pa yung movie, kumain muna kami sa Burger King. Tagal namin dun kasi ayaw na namin maglakad-lakad.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Diretso na kami sa G4 Cinema 4. Medyo madami rin tao. Ok naman yun movie, funny rin kahit konti. Hehehe!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;After watching uwi na, kaso si yung taxi driver medyo kakaiba ang tama Kaya instead of going straight to Cubao, daan muna ulit ako sa bahay nila. Ayun inom ng ice-cold water tapos nagpatawag na ko ng taxi sa Basic. Sabi ni Mark, magdagdag daw ako ng P50 since pa-VIP ako. Kaso siningil sakin additional P60. Huh?!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ngayon andami na laman ng iPod ko. Hahaha! Malulula ka sa dami ng mp3s ko. And while typing this, I'm downloading movie trailers pandagdag din. I'm also watching UST vs DLSU game over Studio 23. Galing ng laban. Kahit matalo USTe, at least pinahirapan nila DLSU. Di pa tapos game. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Last 2 minutes!!!&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8574270-3154659591581848638?l=bobbyjonc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobbyjonc.blogspot.com/feeds/3154659591581848638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8574270&amp;postID=3154659591581848638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8574270/posts/default/3154659591581848638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8574270/posts/default/3154659591581848638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobbyjonc.blogspot.com/2007/07/ipod-ipod-iloveu.html' title='iPod, iPod, iLoveu'/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06743545103387399528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06527868374770863137'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8574270.post-4751188306466987293</id><published>2007-07-26T13:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T19:38:57.521+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gimmick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>Walang Pera</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Yesterday dapat mag-uupload ako ng pictures kaso antagal magrespond nun PC. Nasa iPod kasi yun mga pictures e. Anyway, yesterday before going to work, I went to McDonald's PeopleSupport to buy a brunch for myself. Dapat bibili ko na rin si Gie ng food kaya lang di nya nasagot agad yung text ko. I ordered Cheeseburger Meal.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then nagpa-deliver kami for her food. E di ba ang minimum is P165, so I ordered Cheeseburger Meal ulit since wala na ko pera. Ayun, nakadalawa ko cheeseburger pero ok lang kasi masarap naman sa Mcdo e. Shemperds, Love Ko To!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; CURSOR: hand" src="http://entimg.msn.com/i/150/mo/OneSheets/new3/Simpsons.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Tapos mga 5:30pm na yata yun, dumating si Bespwen. Nag-invite kasi sya na manood ng The Simpsons Movie together with his gf na imi-meet namin sa Greenbelt. Nag-stay muna sya sa loob while Gie and I were having a meeting about sa report na ipapasa namin sa supervisor namin. We have to prioritize that para ma-approve na yung another test facilitator.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Since matagal pa si Nina, kumain muna kami ng dinner with Jars sa Verve, near Enterprise. Libre ni big brother kasi mayaman sya. Hahaha! Ayun, konting kwentuhan. Ok naman yun food kaso konti lang yun serving. Parang lugi lang.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After that, nagsundo na kami then we watched The Simpsons Movie. Ang saya! Super funny yung movie kasi funny din yung tawa nun mga viewers. Tapos, yun nga, you have to watch the movie till the very end. Basta masaya. Tapos meron din frontal nudity sa movie. Hahaha! Tapos nandun din sa movie si Tom Hanks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next time na yung pictures ha...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wala na ko pera. Penge naman!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8574270-4751188306466987293?l=bobbyjonc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobbyjonc.blogspot.com/feeds/4751188306466987293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8574270&amp;postID=4751188306466987293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8574270/posts/default/4751188306466987293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8574270/posts/default/4751188306466987293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobbyjonc.blogspot.com/2007/07/walang-pera.html' title='Walang Pera'/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06743545103387399528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06527868374770863137'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8574270.post-4407876435859142392</id><published>2007-07-26T07:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T11:26:55.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Simpsons</title><content type='html'>&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://bobbyjonc.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/RqgTvgoKCpEAAAxkM1c1"&gt; &lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignmiddle src="http://images.bobbyjonc.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/RqgTvgoKCpEAAAxkM1c1/000838964965.jpg?et=P0S8ADxBzLH2gdpEV1RnhA" border=0&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/A&gt;Watched it last night sa Greenbelt Cinema 2. Ganda lang! Funny. Natatawa rin ako sa fellow movie-goers kasi sa tawa nila. You have to watch till the end. Kasi sa gitna ng credits may mga scenes pa. Kwento ko later.. Trabaho muna ko a...&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8574270-4407876435859142392?l=bobbyjonc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobbyjonc.blogspot.com/feeds/4407876435859142392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8574270&amp;postID=4407876435859142392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8574270/posts/default/4407876435859142392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8574270/posts/default/4407876435859142392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobbyjonc.blogspot.com/2007/07/simpsons.html' title='The Simpsons'/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06743545103387399528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06527868374770863137'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8574270.post-8343326147975501170</id><published>2007-07-14T09:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T13:01:46.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You've Got It All</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="/photos/hi-res/upload/RphYQQoKCpEAAEoMRIw1"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Napanood ko na yung &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/span&gt; sa &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IMAX&lt;/span&gt;. It was good, especially nun nag-wear na kami nun 3D glasses. Stig! So yun nga nagpunta ko sa &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Megamall&lt;/span&gt; to meet Bespwen, while waiting, I ordered Ham and Cheese Croissant and Caramel Frappe sa &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Starbucks&lt;/span&gt; for my breakfast. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="../photos/hi-res/upload/RphYQQoKCpEAAEoMRIw1"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tapos nun dumating sya, nagpunta kami sa chapel sa 5th Floor. Pray. Tagal ko nang di nakakadalaw sa chapel just to pause and pray. Nagpupunta ko sa simbahan to attend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; mass. Then meron dun fishbowl na merong mga verses from the Bible, I got this one:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;"The eyes of the Lord are upon those who love him; he is their mighty shield and strong support. A shelter from the heat, a shade rom the noonday sun, a guard against stumbling, a help against falling." -Sirach 34:16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="../photos/hi-res/upload/RphYQQoKCpEAAEoMRIw1"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignright" src="http://images.bobbyjonc.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/RphA2AoKCpEAADEiF3Y1/bespwens.JPG?et=DFKBX60it1d2%2BuTHgZIApA" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;After praying, sumakay na kami ng cab. Sinundo namin si Angel sa may Boni Ave. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;At sumalubong samin ang parking area sa Edsa. Twapik! Eh malapit na mag-umpisa yung movie. It will surely test your patience. Ang nangyari, late kami sa movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="../photos/hi-res/upload/RphYQQoKCpEAAEoMRIw1"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;, we meet Niña sa IMAX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; lobby tapos pumasok kami sa loob. Pero nadatnan naman namin yung action part, where you will use the 3D glasses. Stig talaga! Perstaym.. Dapat may isasama pa kami kaso nag-backout due to i-dont-know reasons. Sayang kasi may vacant pang 3-4 seats sa tabi ko. Eh ang ganda ng location namin, sa may gitna talaga kaya enjoy naman kahit putol.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignleft" src="http://images.bobbyjonc.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/RphFPQoKCpEAAHbsElA1/chef.JPG?et=Oj7Xtpn36IG734sqnpMFuA" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;After movie, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="../photos/hi-res/upload/RphYQQoKCpEAAEoMRIw1"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;naghanap kami ng makakainan, since gusto ni Mark ng pizza, pasta and chicken, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chef&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;d'Angelo&lt;/span&gt; kami. Eh meron kami SM Advantage card kaya may free kami 2 Caesar salads. Dun nagstart yung conversation between the group. Kasi nung naghahanap pa lang kami ng food eh nahihiya pa ko. Pero accomodating din naman yung dalawa. Tapos si Makoy may ginawang kababalaghan. Hahaha! Ok lang yun bespwen!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignleft" src="http://images.bobbyjonc.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/RphL1AoKCpEAAHI3c9I1/ipod.JPG?et=b33PRNxhUK%2CDcwUMIonjyA" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So yun, after strolling, nag-stay kami sa &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Starbucks&lt;/span&gt; near Watson's. Nakita ko si Justine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ganun pa rin sya, maganda. Hehe! Meron daw sya show sa WTC. So konting kamustahan lang. Si Missy (ng 26K sa Deal or No Deal) daw nasa States na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;. Wala na talaga ko balit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="../photos/hi-res/upload/RphYQQoKCpEAAEoMRIw1"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;a. Ayun nga, stayed there for a while. Sound trip lang sa iPod. Piktyur piktyur ulit. Mark's convincing me to buy an iPod. Sabi pa nya bilhin ko na lang yung kanya then bibili sya ng bago. Kaya lang I'm thinking kung PSP na lang kasi may Wi-Fi yun. Kaso di kami pareho kaya iPod na lang. Ang iniisip ko ngayon kung 30G or 80G. Siguro ang dapat ko problemahin eh yung pambili muna before ako bumili. Ayt?&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignright" src="http://images.bobbyjonc.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/RphR1woKCpEAAFwTTiE1/mrt.JPG?et=xyU%2CQqhQfEcd7svIrSZlGA" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then we went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Watson's&lt;/span&gt; to buy some kikoy stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="../photos/hi-res/upload/RphYQQoKCpEAAEoMRIw1"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Sarap sana mag-shopping sa Moa kaso wala pa ko budget tsaka may kasama ko ibang people eh nakakahiya naman kung paghihintayin ko sila. So ayun nagkayayaan umuwi. We rode a cab to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MRT Taft&lt;/span&gt;, piktyur ulit pero sila lang kasi nasa front seat ako. Sabi nga nila Niña wawa naman daw ako. Sabi ko ok lang kasi di naman ako photogenic. Wehehehe!  Onga pala, nagkakahiyaan pa kung sino magdadala nun left-over ng Chef, si Makoy din ang nagdala. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Si Angel bumaba sa Boni tapos si Niña bumaba sa Ortigas. Kami ni Bespwen nag-ikot muna sa &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shangri-La Plaza&lt;/span&gt;. Tulad nun sabi nya sa blog nya, we had a heart-to-heart talk. Noon ko na lang ulit naramdaman yung security. Kasi hindi naman ako makwento. You may even ask my friends. I rarely talk about my personal life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="../photos/hi-res/upload/RphYQQoKCpEAAEoMRIw1"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ang saya lang. Kasi alam mo yun, may mga taong umaalis sa buhay mo, ano man ang dahilan nila. Shemperds malungkot yun pero kung iisipin mo, ang dami rin palang pumapalit.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="../photos/hi-res/upload/RphYQQoKCpEAAEoMRIw1"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.bobbyjonc.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/RphYQQoKCpEAAEoMRIw1/double.JPG?et=ml3dDgza96HuHx3IzOxjEw" border="0"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;TRUE FRIENDS STAY TOGETHER FOR LIFE.. I MAY NOT HAVE MONEY TO SHARE, I MAY NOT HAVE FOOD TO OFFER.. BUT I HAVE THE LOVE AND CARE FOR A FRIEND WHICH I PERMANENTLY SHARE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8574270-8343326147975501170?l=bobbyjonc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobbyjonc.blogspot.com/feeds/8343326147975501170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8574270&amp;postID=8343326147975501170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8574270/posts/default/8343326147975501170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8574270/posts/default/8343326147975501170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobbyjonc.blogspot.com/2007/07/you-got-it-all.html' title='You&amp;#39;ve Got It All'/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06743545103387399528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06527868374770863137'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8574270.post-6172020321955886590</id><published>2007-07-11T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T18:34:06.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Seven World Wonders</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://bobbyjonc.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/7/1"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;A href="http://bobbyjonc.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/7/1"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;A href="http://bobbyjonc.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/7/1"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;A href="http://bobbyjonc.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/7/1"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;A href="http://bobbyjonc.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/7/1"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;A href="http://bobbyjonc.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/7/1"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;A href="http://bobbyjonc.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/7/1"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;A href="http://bobbyjonc.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/7/1"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignleft style="WIDTH: 187px; HEIGHT: 127px" height=141 src="http://images.bobbyjonc.multiply.com/image/2/photos/7/300x300/1/Pyramids%20of%20Giza.jpg?et=0RkQltc2IULRsuf7NtZOPQ" width=228 border=0&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;FONT face="lucida sans unicode, lucida" size=5&gt;Pyramids of Giza, Egypt:&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://bobbyjonc.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/7/1"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;The only surviving structures of the original seven wonders, the three pyramids were built as tombs for pharaohs 4,500 years ago. Nearby is the Great Sphinx statue.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" size=6&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;THE NEW SEVEN WORLD WONDERS&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://bobbyjonc.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/7/2"&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignleft src="http://images.bobbyjonc.multiply.com/image/3/photos/7/300x300/2/Great%20Wall%20of%20China.jpg?et=ohzXYN3JqDSS2v0m1brbXw" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;A href="http://bobbyjonc.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/7/1"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;FONT face="lucida sans unicode, lucida" size=6&gt;Great Wall of China:&lt;/FONT&gt; The 4,160-mile barricade running from east to west is the world's longest man-made structure. The construction of the wall took place over hundreds of years, beginning in the seventh century B.C.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://bobbyjonc.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/7/1"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;A href="http://bobbyjonc.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/7/3"&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignleft src="http://images.bobbyjonc.multiply.com/image/3/photos/7/300x300/3/Petra%20Jordan.jpg?et=nGEXtYQbXPOCeZ9PMJKXZQ" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;A href="http://bobbyjonc.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/7/1"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;FONT face="lucida sans unicode, lucida" size=6&gt;Petra, Jordan:&lt;/FONT&gt; This ancient city in southwestern Jordan, built on a terrace around Wadi Musa, or Valley of Moses, was the capital of the Arab kingdom of the Nabateans. The city is famous for water tunnels and stone structures carved in the rock.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://bobbyjonc.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/7/1"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;A href="http://bobbyjonc.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/7/1"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;A href="http://bobbyjonc.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/7/4"&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignleft src="http://images.bobbyjonc.multiply.com/image/3/photos/7/300x300/4/Christ%20Redeemer%20Statue.jpg?et=3ffQb7oFzI4vk5ZPVOC0CQ" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;A href="http://bobbyjonc.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/7/1"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;FONT face="lucida sans unicode, lucida" size=6&gt;Christ Redeemer Statue, Brazil:&lt;/FONT&gt; The outstretched arms of the 125-foot statue of the Christ the Redeemer overlooks Rio de Janeiro from atop 2,343-foot Mount Corcovado.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://bobbyjonc.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/7/5"&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignleft src="http://images.bobbyjonc.multiply.com/image/3/photos/7/300x300/5/Machu%20Picchu.jpg?et=CdEqbzcguIydb663rgjFYw" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;A href="http://bobbyjonc.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/7/1"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;FONT face="lucida sans unicode, lucida" size=6&gt;Machu Picchu, Peru:&lt;/FONT&gt; Built by the Incan Empire in the 15th century, Machu Picchu's walls, palaces, temples and dwellings are perched in the clouds at 8,000 feet above sea level in the Andes.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://bobbyjonc.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/7/6"&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignleft src="http://images.bobbyjonc.multiply.com/image/3/photos/7/300x300/6/Pyramid%20at%20Chichen%20Itza.jpg?et=mgwXdavzRkGK+LJlEsyqwg" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;A href="http://bobbyjonc.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/7/1"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;FONT face="lucida sans unicode, lucida" size=6&gt;Pyramid at Chichen Itza, Mexico:&lt;/FONT&gt; This pyramid was part of a sacred site in an important Mayan center on Mexico's Yucatan peninsula. Built according to the solar calendar, shadows at the fall and spring equinoxes are said to look like a snake crawling down the steps, similar to the carved serpent at the top.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://bobbyjonc.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/7/7"&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignleft src="http://images.bobbyjonc.multiply.com/image/2/photos/7/300x300/7/Colosseum%20Italy.jpg?et=XxWEutWImd+ztS2MOhJQBQ" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;A href="http://bobbyjonc.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/7/1"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;FONT face="lucida sans unicode, lucida" size=6&gt;Colosseum, Italy:&lt;/FONT&gt; The 50,000-seat amphitheater in Rome was inaugurated in A.D. 80 and served as the backdrop for thousands of gladiators who dueled to the death.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; 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&lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;&lt;FONT face="lucida sans unicode, lucida" size=6&gt;Taj Mahal, India: &lt;/FONT&gt;The white marble-domed mausoleum in Agra combines Indian, Persian and Islamic styles and was built by a 17th century Mogul emperor for his favorite wife, who died in childbirth.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;A href="http://bobbyjonc.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/7/1"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8574270-6172020321955886590?l=bobbyjonc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobbyjonc.blogspot.com/feeds/6172020321955886590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8574270&amp;postID=6172020321955886590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8574270/posts/default/6172020321955886590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8574270/posts/default/6172020321955886590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobbyjonc.blogspot.com/2007/07/new-seven-world-wonders.html' title='New Seven World Wonders'/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06743545103387399528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06527868374770863137'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8574270.post-6520683456094441577</id><published>2007-06-24T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T21:31:23.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sabado Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Brownout kahapon dito sa Pulilan, kasi pinapalitan yung mga cables ng Meralco. Eh I have to do my report.. Kaya ayun, I went to CVG. I did my report there. Then my friends invited me to join them in Glorietta.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Around 7:30pm, naglakad ako papuntang G4. I'm telling you, parang ghost town kasi walang tao sa walk way kundi ako lang. Creepy! Tapos may nakasalubong akong woman sa may Paseo de Roxas and she asked me kung anong time na. Kakatakot talaga. Anyway, magmeet kami sa Dairy Queen then I told them gutom na ko. They've suggested sa a'Venetto. Sarap naman ng food nila dun. Then after meeting some new friends, we proceed to Segafredo. Just had 3 San Mig Light then picture picture. Then uwi na.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 342px; height: 192px;" class="alignleft" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/8/81/PrisonBreak_intro.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Then kanina, jus&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;t watched &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prison Break 2&lt;/span&gt;. Ayoko muna tapusin, though alam ko na yung ending. Si Mars kasi. Hahaha!&lt;br&gt;Ang galing talaga. Sobrang astig!&lt;br&gt;Pag nagkapera ko, bibili ako nung original DVD's. Huh!&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prison Break&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; is an American serial drama television series that premiered on the Fox Network on Aug 29, 2005. The story revolves around a man who was sentenced to death for a crime he did not commit and his brother's elaborate plan to help him escape his death sentence. Created by Paul Scheuring, the show is produced by Adelstein-Parouse Productions in association with Original Television and 20th Century Fox Television. The current executive producers are Paul Scheuring, Matt Olmstead, Dawn Parouse, Marty Adelstein, Neal Moritz, and Brett Ratner&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Its theme music is composed by Ramin Djawadi, and was nominated for a Primetime Emmy Award in 2006.&lt;/p&gt; Currently, two seasons of the show have been aired. Due to its immense popularity in its key demographics, the show was renewed by Fox for a third season, even though it was originally conceived to have only two seasons. The uniqueness of Prison Break is attributed to its serialized story structure, a similar format used by Lost and 24 and to its setting, as very few television series were primarily set and filmed in a prison. Its success and recognition as a prison drama revived interest in the genre.&lt;br&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8574270-6520683456094441577?l=bobbyjonc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobbyjonc.blogspot.com/feeds/6520683456094441577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8574270&amp;postID=6520683456094441577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8574270/posts/default/6520683456094441577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8574270/posts/default/6520683456094441577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobbyjonc.blogspot.com/2007/06/sabado-night.html' title='Sabado Night'/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06743545103387399528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06527868374770863137'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8574270.post-9210139003327713412</id><published>2007-06-22T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T14:56:35.043+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>Fantastic Four Issue</title><content type='html'>EXCUSE ME:&lt;br /&gt;Sabi ko po marami po kami nakita at marami rin po ang nakakita sakin. Hindi lang po kayo ang tao sa Greenbelt. Konting logic lang po. Salamat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8574270-9210139003327713412?l=bobbyjonc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobbyjonc.blogspot.com/feeds/9210139003327713412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8574270&amp;postID=9210139003327713412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8574270/posts/default/9210139003327713412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8574270/posts/default/9210139003327713412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobbyjonc.blogspot.com/2007/06/fantastic-four-issue.html' title='Fantastic Four Issue'/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06743545103387399528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06527868374770863137'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8574270.post-9152290721482626527</id><published>2007-06-21T15:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T19:58:11.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fantastic Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;Friday night, we have planned to go out pero yun iba may lakad na pala. So I ended up hanging out with Josh and Marvs. Since 2am pa ang out ni Marvs, nilibre ko ni Joswa sa Fantastic Four movie. Di ako masyado maka-catch up kasi di ko pa napapanood yung first installments. Pero ok rin naman yung movie. Dami kami nakita sa Greenbelt. Andun pala yung ex ko kasama yung friends nya. Pero umuwi na rin kaya di ko nakita.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;So while waiting for Marvin, nag-ikot-ikot muna kami. Medyo kapagod din yun. Tapos nagtext si Marvin, may kasama raw sya so nag-inom na lang kami.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Saturday, nag-encode ako ng time slips for Ubelt and Makati sites. Dami nun pero kinaya ko naman til 2pm yata yun. Nag-rest ako for a while then I started watching Prison Break Season 2. Tagal ko rin namiss yung series! Grabe pare, ang galeeng! Dami twists, dami namatay, dami rin extras. Basta. Tapos etong si Mars pa eh tumawag, sinbi sakin na mamamatay si Kellerman, makukulong si Bellick, magsu-suicide si brother ng vice-president, etc. Haaayyy... Pero okay lang, I'm into details naman eh. Tsaka ang galing talaga! Expect the unexpected.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Gusto ko lumuwas that day kaya lang namiss ko rin naman family ko. Kasi sa umaga, tulog pa ko pag umaalis sila. Tapos tulog na sila pag dumadating ako. MInsan nga pag umaga, nagigising ako kasi kinikiss ako ni Mama. Aaawww... Sweet! Tapos the past few weekends lumuluwas din ako kaya wala masyado quality time with them.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Basta, ganun nga nangyari. Then Sunday, PB2 marathon. I'm done watching til Episode 13. Yung dvd na nabili ng Dad ko eh walang subtitle, kaya dapat tutok ka, especially nung conversations ng mga negro. Accent.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Of course, ang favorite ko ginagawa pag weekend, kumain. Hahaha! Dami ko nakain, especially chocolates. Buti na lang hindi ako nagkaLBM, medyo lactose intolerant kasi ko.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Ayun lang nangyari sakin. Pangit ko magkwento!!!&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;EM&gt;Miss ko na high school classmates ko.&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8574270-9152290721482626527?l=bobbyjonc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobbyjonc.blogspot.com/feeds/9152290721482626527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8574270&amp;postID=9152290721482626527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8574270/posts/default/9152290721482626527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8574270/posts/default/9152290721482626527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobbyjonc.blogspot.com/2007/06/fantastic-weekend.html' title='Fantastic Weekend'/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06743545103387399528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06527868374770863137'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8574270.post-5616041018323395105</id><published>2007-06-13T10:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T14:05:53.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Which one?</title><content type='html'>&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;IMG height=375 src="http://asia.cnet.com/i/r/2005/hh/39095540/sc001.jpg" width=500 border=0 mce_src="http://asia.cnet.com/i/r/2005/hh/39095540/sc001.jpg"&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;O2 XDA Atom Life&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;versus&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;IMG height=300 src="http://laptopmag.com/NR/rdonlyres/ewrr47ikxg3qhmcgqv72pelnckgr2itxhudavohalccaepvv343gtdl6x72tb6bxiziusogliczusp/DellInspironE1505i.jpg" width=350 border=0 mce_src="http://laptopmag.com/NR/rdonlyres/ewrr47ikxg3qhmcgqv72pelnckgr2itxhudavohalccaepvv343gtdl6x72tb6bxiziusogliczusp/DellInspironE1505i.jpg"&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Dell Inspiron 1505i&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8574270-5616041018323395105?l=bobbyjonc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobbyjonc.blogspot.com/feeds/5616041018323395105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8574270&amp;postID=5616041018323395105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8574270/posts/default/5616041018323395105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8574270/posts/default/5616041018323395105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobbyjonc.blogspot.com/2007/06/which-one.html' title='Which one?'/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06743545103387399528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06527868374770863137'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>