<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540004</id><updated>2012-02-17T03:08:52.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ENIGMA</title><subtitle type='html'>Just live our lives...STIGMATIZED</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jhon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134426659431372732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>66</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540004.post-7137533935216080170</id><published>2007-09-25T07:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T07:57:15.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>test</title><summary type='text'>test</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/feeds/7137533935216080170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540004&amp;postID=7137533935216080170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/7137533935216080170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/7137533935216080170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/2007/09/test.html' title='test'/><author><name>Jhon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134426659431372732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540004.post-115636818572898809</id><published>2006-08-24T05:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T05:28:16.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eto na naman ako...</title><summary type='text'>Nanahimik ako ng ikaw ay dumatingPinaingay mo muli ang aking mundo,Ako'y hindi umaasa pa Pero bakit dumating ka pa?Sadyang bang mapaglaro ang tadhana?Kung kelan ka di naghahanap,Meron kusang nag papahiwatig,Ito ba'y isa na namang pag-ibig?Ika'y talagang nakakabighaniNgiti mo'y palagi mapang-akit,Sa tuwing ikaw ay kapilingAng puso ko'y pumipintig,Ikaw ba ang siyang nararapat?Ikaw ba ang siyang </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/feeds/115636818572898809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540004&amp;postID=115636818572898809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/115636818572898809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/115636818572898809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/2006/08/eto-na-naman-ako.html' title='Eto na naman ako...'/><author><name>Jhon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134426659431372732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540004.post-115262409973370844</id><published>2006-07-11T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T21:21:39.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pirates of the Carabeo</title><summary type='text'>Thank you Doms!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/feeds/115262409973370844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540004&amp;postID=115262409973370844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/115262409973370844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/115262409973370844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/2006/07/pirates-of-carabeo.html' title='Pirates of the Carabeo'/><author><name>Jhon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134426659431372732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540004.post-115041481054377966</id><published>2006-06-16T07:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T07:40:10.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who am I?</title><summary type='text'>She looks at me every day. Mary Jane Watson. Oh Boy! If she only knew how I felt about her. But she can never know. I made a choice once to live of responsibility. A life she can never be a part of. Who am I? I'm Spider-Man, given a job to do. And I'm Peter Parker, and I too have a job.I know we can't be together, but can't you respect me enough to let me make my own decision? I know there'll be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/feeds/115041481054377966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540004&amp;postID=115041481054377966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/115041481054377966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/115041481054377966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/2006/06/who-am-i.html' title='Who am I?'/><author><name>Jhon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134426659431372732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540004.post-114012232912505433</id><published>2006-02-17T04:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T04:38:49.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hope but have no FAITH...</title><summary type='text'>It's been months since we first met. We're not that close, you have you're own set of friends and so do I, you're at the peak of your college life and so am I on my job. But still I felt something for you, is that what you call "love at first sight?". Nobody knew about this, just me. I kept it to myself even hiding it to my closest friends. We've been together already a couple of times. However,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/feeds/114012232912505433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540004&amp;postID=114012232912505433' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/114012232912505433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/114012232912505433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-hope-but-have-no-faith.html' title='I hope but have no FAITH...'/><author><name>Jhon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134426659431372732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540004.post-113954170370839003</id><published>2006-02-10T11:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T07:32:38.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I lost the FAITH in you...but you brought back the smile in me</title><summary type='text'>I did dream of meeting you even before we met....You and me holding hands...sharing smiles while watching the sun set. It was indeed a very romantic moment. I looked at your eyes as I said, "I am falling for you"...I woke up and never heard how you replied.One busy day a friend of mine said she's going to introduce me to someone. Young, sweet, talented and intelligent girl. I've been a workaholic</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/feeds/113954170370839003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540004&amp;postID=113954170370839003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/113954170370839003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/113954170370839003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-lost-faith-in-youbut-you-brought.html' title='I lost the FAITH in you...but you brought back the smile in me'/><author><name>Jhon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134426659431372732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540004.post-113900294228260711</id><published>2006-02-04T05:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T05:42:22.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On Being Impatient...</title><summary type='text'>Main Entry: im·pa·tient Pronunciation: (")im-'pA-sh&amp;ntFunction: adjectiveEtymology: Middle English impacient, from Middle French, from Latin impatient-, impatiens, from in- + patient-, patiens patient1 a : not patient : restless or short of temper especially under irritation, delay, or opposition b : INTOLERANT 2 : prompted or marked by impatience 3 : eagerly desirous : ANXIOUS They said I am a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/feeds/113900294228260711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540004&amp;postID=113900294228260711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/113900294228260711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/113900294228260711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/2006/02/on-being-impatient.html' title='On Being Impatient...'/><author><name>Jhon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134426659431372732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540004.post-113853055478895838</id><published>2006-01-29T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T18:34:32.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Matrix Reloaded</title><summary type='text'>I am into this new hobby of photo editing...While I was doing the picture above, I realized that I can be a double of Keanu someday...hahaha!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/feeds/113853055478895838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540004&amp;postID=113853055478895838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/113853055478895838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/113853055478895838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/2006/01/matrix-reloaded.html' title='Matrix Reloaded'/><author><name>Jhon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134426659431372732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540004.post-113823265945434628</id><published>2006-01-26T07:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T07:44:19.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nasaan ka kaya?</title><summary type='text'>Meron sa tabi-tabi isang tao para sa akin...Siya'y matiyagang nag-aantay gabi-gabi,Paki sabi nga ang pangalan niya?Ang habang-buhay na paghahanap ay nakakaloko.Paano kaya siya tumawa? Paano siya umiyak?Anong kulay ng kanyang mga mata?...Alam kaya niyang nandito lang ako?...Nasaan kaya siya? Nasaan ang magandang babae na ito?Sino siya? Sino ito na magbubuo ng aking mundo?Ako'y tumingin sa langit..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/feeds/113823265945434628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540004&amp;postID=113823265945434628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/113823265945434628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/113823265945434628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/2006/01/nasaan-ka-kaya.html' title='Nasaan ka kaya?'/><author><name>Jhon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134426659431372732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540004.post-113798863655191473</id><published>2006-01-23T11:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T11:57:16.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I ready to say GOODBYE?</title><summary type='text'>This is my comfort zone. I know how much everybody here loves me. I am the person that makes their office life smile. Am I ready to say GOODBYE?...They will say NO</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/feeds/113798863655191473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540004&amp;postID=113798863655191473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/113798863655191473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/113798863655191473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/2006/01/am-i-ready-to-say-goodbye.html' title='Am I ready to say GOODBYE?'/><author><name>Jhon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134426659431372732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540004.post-113625005819046007</id><published>2006-01-03T08:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T09:00:58.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No more flowers in my room</title><summary type='text'>I searched the room full of anger and sadness,Things I don't need, A past full of stress,Letters of my secret desire,Pictures of yesterdays memories.I slowly gather them all But I finally threw it on fire.I can't live on yesterday starting today...I remember your sweet face,The feeling that kept in place,A hanky full of tearsOne drop for each time I think of you,Memories of a sad yesterdaySlowly </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/feeds/113625005819046007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540004&amp;postID=113625005819046007' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/113625005819046007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/113625005819046007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/2006/01/no-more-flowers-in-my-room.html' title='No more flowers in my room'/><author><name>Jhon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134426659431372732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540004.post-113581706610440466</id><published>2005-12-29T08:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T08:44:26.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What now?</title><summary type='text'>Dec. 3,2005I didn't know you existLife everyday was like a cycle,And now that you came into my lifeWill this just be one of those mystery?Will you be part of this never ending love story?Or will I finally say it's time to mark this in my history?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/feeds/113581706610440466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540004&amp;postID=113581706610440466' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/113581706610440466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/113581706610440466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/2005/12/what-now.html' title='What now?'/><author><name>Jhon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134426659431372732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540004.post-113521602518673318</id><published>2005-12-22T09:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T08:45:57.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep the faith...</title><summary type='text'>Well it's hard to be strongWhen there’s no one to dream onFaith: you know you're gonna live thru the rain...I didn't know what hit me but you're starting to occupy my brain cells,Please don't look me in the eye if all you want to do is lie...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/feeds/113521602518673318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540004&amp;postID=113521602518673318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/113521602518673318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/113521602518673318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/2005/12/keep-faith.html' title='Keep the faith...'/><author><name>Jhon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134426659431372732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540004.post-112811682541340710</id><published>2005-10-01T05:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T05:48:06.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodluck instead of Goodbye!</title><summary type='text'>Got somebody she's a beautyVery special really and trulyNo lettting go No holding back Let her cry:if the tears fall down like rain Let her sing:if it eases all her pain Let her go:let her walk right out on usAnd if the sun comes up tomorrow Let her be...let her be...I'm sad that you're leaving but I'm not disappointed...I won't say "Goodbye" but instead "GOODLUCK"!Can I stop you from leaving  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/feeds/112811682541340710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540004&amp;postID=112811682541340710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/112811682541340710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/112811682541340710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/2005/10/goodluck-instead-of-goodbye.html' title='Goodluck instead of Goodbye!'/><author><name>Jhon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134426659431372732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540004.post-112715991253215321</id><published>2005-09-20T03:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T03:58:32.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Umuwi ka na baby (English version)</title><summary type='text'>I had this LSS from last Saturday's gimik with friends. I thought of trying to translate this song to English since I can't sing tagalog songs inside the office (I work in a call center)...Here it goes I hope you like it and try to sing along...I am impatientCan't wait no moreEverytime I remember youI can't do anythingPlease go home babyI am not use without you,It's hard to be alone,Thinking of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/feeds/112715991253215321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540004&amp;postID=112715991253215321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/112715991253215321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/112715991253215321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/2005/09/umuwi-ka-na-baby-english-version.html' title='Umuwi ka na baby (English version)'/><author><name>Jhon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134426659431372732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540004.post-112604077492474697</id><published>2005-09-07T05:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T05:07:23.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss...</title><summary type='text'>I miss playing NBA live with my brothers...I miss eating foods cooked by my mom...I miss living with my family...I miss strumming my guitar...I miss the sun...I miss college and high school friends...I miss a lot and will miss more...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/feeds/112604077492474697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540004&amp;postID=112604077492474697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/112604077492474697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/112604077492474697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-miss.html' title='I miss...'/><author><name>Jhon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134426659431372732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540004.post-112530491398346545</id><published>2005-08-29T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T17:48:04.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and my ladies...</title><summary type='text'>Girlfriends...you make me think I don't need a special someone anymore...All I want is for you not to leave    In times of tears you’re the one I need,In case you might wanna know    The sun comes out after a snow,Like what you usually explain    Love usually comes with pain,Even now that we don't usually talk    I still reminisce that time we walked,Even now that we are far apart    I will still</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/feeds/112530491398346545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540004&amp;postID=112530491398346545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/112530491398346545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/112530491398346545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/2005/08/me-and-my-ladies.html' title='Me and my ladies...'/><author><name>Jhon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134426659431372732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540004.post-112461467858350081</id><published>2005-08-21T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T16:57:58.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're not my lady</title><summary type='text'>It's been a year since we last met. I can now say that I'm over you. What happened to us before will be kept in a treasure vault. I admit that sometimes I still caught myself thinking what could've been if we were still together today. Well, nobody would know since we parted ways long time ago and the relationship never lasted for a month. I am now moving on. I kept myself busy with work and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/feeds/112461467858350081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540004&amp;postID=112461467858350081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/112461467858350081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/112461467858350081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/2005/08/youre-not-my-lady.html' title='You&apos;re not my lady'/><author><name>Jhon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134426659431372732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540004.post-111893610869269315</id><published>2005-06-16T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T21:50:11.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr and Ms Smith</title><summary type='text'>Last Sunday, I watched this movie. It was indeed a good movie. Now tell me, Do I look better than Brad Pitt?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/feeds/111893610869269315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540004&amp;postID=111893610869269315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/111893610869269315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/111893610869269315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/2005/06/mr-and-ms-smith.html' title='Mr and Ms Smith'/><author><name>Jhon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134426659431372732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540004.post-111655175619454015</id><published>2005-05-20T08:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T09:15:56.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A week before 27...</title><summary type='text'>What is with the number 27? Is it a lucky number? I think I need a astrologer for me to know if this will bring me good fortune this year.For me 27, means a lot:- My first GF and I celebrates our "Monthsary" every 27th of the month for almost 8 months.   "Monthsary" = Don't laugh at me! Yes, I experienced celebrating it. It sounds too corny but I guess that is what you call "Love".- My first </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/feeds/111655175619454015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540004&amp;postID=111655175619454015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/111655175619454015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/111655175619454015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/2005/05/week-before-27.html' title='A week before 27...'/><author><name>Jhon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134426659431372732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540004.post-111260077079947009</id><published>2005-04-04T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T15:47:57.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A silent me...</title><summary type='text'>I've been working so hard lately that I spend most of my time just to prove something to myself. It's nice that finally I can say that I am ready for the next step. I know I am premature when it comes to years of experience but deep inside I know I am ready. I am not getting young and I want a step higher. I thought that once I am in this position I would be satisfied. However, it made me hoping </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/feeds/111260077079947009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540004&amp;postID=111260077079947009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/111260077079947009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/111260077079947009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/2005/04/silent-me.html' title='A silent me...'/><author><name>Jhon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134426659431372732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540004.post-110841018703882139</id><published>2005-02-15T03:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T08:56:23.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look at us...</title><summary type='text'>I heard you crying from a far. Your tears gently fell from your weary eyes. I approached you and gently wiped it off your cheeks. How memorable that day was?  I remember when we were eager to see and talk with each other. You even tried your luck to get my number. I would even spend my break time with you. We spent hours over the phone and hang up few hours before our shift. I find myself smiling</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/feeds/110841018703882139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540004&amp;postID=110841018703882139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/110841018703882139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/110841018703882139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/2005/02/look-at-us.html' title='Look at us...'/><author><name>Jhon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134426659431372732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540004.post-110476651785708111</id><published>2005-01-03T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T23:35:17.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A song for you...</title><summary type='text'>I was wrong when I hurt youBut did you have to hurt me tooDid you think revenge will make it better?I don't care about the pastI just want our love to lastThere's a way to bring us back togetherCHORUS:I must forgive you (I must forgive you)You must forgive me too (we must have to try)If you wanna try to put things back the way they used to be(honey let's start again)'Cause there's no </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/feeds/110476651785708111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540004&amp;postID=110476651785708111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/110476651785708111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/110476651785708111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/2005/01/song-for-you.html' title='A song for you...'/><author><name>Jhon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134426659431372732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540004.post-110142026308710290</id><published>2004-11-26T06:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T09:17:23.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cross dress....how does it feel to be a girl?</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/feeds/110142026308710290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540004&amp;postID=110142026308710290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/110142026308710290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/110142026308710290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/2004/11/cross-dresshow-does-it-feel-to-be-girl.html' title='Cross dress....how does it feel to be a girl?'/><author><name>Jhon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134426659431372732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540004.post-109437636857570849</id><published>2004-09-05T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T06:16:06.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being a risk taker</title><summary type='text'>It's been almost 2 months now since I started this relationship. It was nice to feel that there's someone there for me. Someone, who will wipe my tears and will give a shoulder to lean on. How I wish this would last but we've had a rough start. Both of us are risk taker, probably the reason why we started to soon. Only time can tell if we are really meant for each other. But for now, I am happy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/feeds/109437636857570849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540004&amp;postID=109437636857570849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/109437636857570849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/109437636857570849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/2004/09/being-risk-taker.html' title='Being a risk taker'/><author><name>Jhon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134426659431372732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540004.post-10926819562190167</id><published>2004-08-17T02:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-17T03:44:35.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First month...</title><summary type='text'>inside my head alone I ponderlosing myself in all the emotiononly coasting, never beachingvast expanse of the unknownever still, but forever movingyearning for that time and placeonward walking to my dreamunderneath dark clouds of doubt but still i try to hold on....i love you....* The best way to say "I love you" on our first part....to be continued with my reply...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/feeds/10926819562190167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540004&amp;postID=10926819562190167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/10926819562190167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/10926819562190167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/2004/08/first-month.html' title='First month...'/><author><name>Jhon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134426659431372732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540004.post-109097122703928688</id><published>2004-07-28T07:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T06:31:02.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be My Lady...</title><summary type='text'> Looking from a distant   I see the moon, Another day has end   A dream will come soon, Do you have the time?   Coz I am alone, Yesterday was not mine   Tomorrow,can I call you mine?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/109097122703928688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/109097122703928688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/2004/07/be-my-lady.html' title='Be My Lady...'/><author><name>Jhon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134426659431372732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540004.post-108914726824817688</id><published>2004-07-07T04:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T06:12:27.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JarLeeJhon</title><summary type='text'>I wanna share this picture of me with 2 beautiful persons and friends who've been a part of me thru thick and thin. Thanks to both of you!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/feeds/108914726824817688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540004&amp;postID=108914726824817688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/108914726824817688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/108914726824817688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/2004/07/jarleejhon.html' title='JarLeeJhon'/><author><name>Jhon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134426659431372732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540004.post-108913251923912508</id><published>2004-07-07T00:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-07T00:52:23.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanting</title><summary type='text'>Well, it happened one dayWhen I looked at you that way.I never knew from that momentThat you're special, you're different.I showed you who am IIn a way that I could feel.Precious memories though that shortHave never left me for a moment.YES...that day stayed with meAnd I thought of it as I sleep.I've seen them in my dreamsTime and again.I am dying to touch youI am longing to hold </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/feeds/108913251923912508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540004&amp;postID=108913251923912508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/108913251923912508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/108913251923912508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/2004/07/wanting.html' title='Wanting'/><author><name>Jhon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134426659431372732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540004.post-108811850788448751</id><published>2004-06-25T07:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-25T07:10:31.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving on...</title><summary type='text'>Why is destiny sometimes unfair? I met someone who made me feel complete during that time I was weak. Now that I am ready to face life again I realize that it was just a dream. She was there just for a reason.  Why can't happiness be for real? With her around, you can see the smile in my eyes again. But, it was not for keeps. She was the one who brought me back to where I was before. A </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/feeds/108811850788448751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540004&amp;postID=108811850788448751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/108811850788448751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/108811850788448751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/2004/06/moving-on.html' title='Moving on...'/><author><name>Jhon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134426659431372732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540004.post-108793719704347001</id><published>2004-06-23T04:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-23T04:51:11.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loneliest Person</title><summary type='text'>While I was reading my old stuff I saw this poem. I wrote this for a friend before and just want to share it with you guys, gays and gals...M elissa is her name, E verybody's friend for she can protect the flame, L oving her is not that hard, I ts because everything she tells comes from the heart, S imple as she can be S weet as a honeybee, A m proud to be a friend of this girl with the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/feeds/108793719704347001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540004&amp;postID=108793719704347001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/108793719704347001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/108793719704347001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/2004/06/loneliest-person.html' title='Loneliest Person'/><author><name>Jhon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134426659431372732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540004.post-108790194121183409</id><published>2004-06-21T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-22T19:05:04.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freaky Monday</title><summary type='text'>I've been sick for 4 days now and I have no choice but to come to work again on a rainy Monday. I was so excited to come to the office. I want to see all of them. I missed them a lot. Being alone with nobody to talk to for 4 f***king days was not a good one.I missed HER. The smile, "laughs/jokes" and the whole HER.I missed NEMO. My super lambing kumara.I missed my PARTNER. Thanks for covering</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/feeds/108790194121183409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540004&amp;postID=108790194121183409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/108790194121183409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/108790194121183409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/2004/06/freaky-monday.html' title='Freaky Monday'/><author><name>Jhon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134426659431372732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540004.post-108723275004667970</id><published>2004-06-15T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-15T01:47:11.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Destiny vs Desire</title><summary type='text'>A slow Sunday afternoon, I was at home and thinking of how things are going with my life. Suddenly, I heard my phone rang. I don't normally answer the phone and just let it ring. When I picked up the phone, I heard "May I speak with...". A familiar voice from someone. How did you know my phone? We don't have any common friend? Is this a joke? Are you one of my friends playing games with me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/feeds/108723275004667970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540004&amp;postID=108723275004667970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/108723275004667970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/108723275004667970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/2004/06/destiny-vs-desire.html' title='Destiny vs Desire'/><author><name>Jhon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134426659431372732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540004.post-108699029646420791</id><published>2004-06-12T05:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-12T06:09:43.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Babae</title><summary type='text'>Looking from a distant    I see the moon,Another day has end    A dream will come soon,Do you have the time?    Coz I am alone,Yesterday was not mine    Tomorrow,can I call you mine?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/feeds/108699029646420791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540004&amp;postID=108699029646420791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/108699029646420791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/108699029646420791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/2004/06/babae.html' title='Babae'/><author><name>Jhon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134426659431372732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540004.post-108697820059645807</id><published>2004-06-12T02:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-12T02:23:20.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>test</title><summary type='text'>test</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/feeds/108697820059645807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540004&amp;postID=108697820059645807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/108697820059645807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/108697820059645807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/2004/06/test.html' title='test'/><author><name>Jhon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134426659431372732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540004.post-108497155774654640</id><published>2004-05-19T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-19T20:59:17.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it too late???</title><summary type='text'>The feeling that I have for you is not enough for me to say that I am in-Love with you. What I can assure is that the time is ENOUGH for me to say I like you. It may sound weird but suddenly I realized that I was looking too far and overlooked someone like you. I will continue to be the same to everyone…and hoping that on my 26th Birthday, that perfect girl will come soon…</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/feeds/108497155774654640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540004&amp;postID=108497155774654640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/108497155774654640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/108497155774654640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/2004/05/is-it-too-late_19.html' title='Is it too late???'/><author><name>Jhon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134426659431372732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540004.post-106814667625436852</id><published>2003-11-07T03:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-07T03:24:50.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No more Mr. Nice Guy</title><summary type='text'>I like you and you know I do  But I'm happy this way,I am here and your there  Not too close, yet not too far,I tried in so many ways to know you more  But this is it for now,The wall is too high for me to climb  I am almost there but not quite,I will leave it unifinished  And I am happy to know you,Thanks for everything you've done  For me you will always be a special memory.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/feeds/106814667625436852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540004&amp;postID=106814667625436852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/106814667625436852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/106814667625436852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/2003/11/no-more-mr-nice-guy.html' title='No more Mr. Nice Guy'/><author><name>Jhon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134426659431372732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540004.post-106769532107673236</id><published>2003-11-01T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-01T22:04:22.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am so sick.</title><summary type='text'>I am so sick. But I need to come to work. I want to rest. But I need to come to work. My headache is forcing me to bump it against the wall. The fluid coming out of my nose is so irritating that I need to sneeze every minute. The cough keeps on bothering me when I want to rest. Is this how I want to start my week? I wish someone could give me a hug and remind me to drink a lot of water and take </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/feeds/106769532107673236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540004&amp;postID=106769532107673236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/106769532107673236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/106769532107673236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/2003/11/i-am-so-sick.html' title='I am so sick.'/><author><name>Jhon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134426659431372732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540004.post-106760019215299004</id><published>2003-10-31T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-31T19:38:59.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New chapter...October 31,2003</title><summary type='text'>I ended up my day yesterday at around 1:30am (Friday Early am) by texting her, " Am home and about to sleep, I can sleep well knowing that my mission for the day was accomplished. On the time of nick, I was able to find a slot to park your car…" And my eyes went closed.I woke up with a headache and slight fever. I was thinking to jump off my bed and prepare myself for my volleyball practice. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/feeds/106760019215299004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540004&amp;postID=106760019215299004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/106760019215299004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/106760019215299004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/2003/10/new-chapteroctober-312003.html' title='New chapter...October 31,2003'/><author><name>Jhon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134426659431372732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540004.post-106685398244362025</id><published>2003-10-23T04:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-23T04:19:42.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Myterious Kisser</title><summary type='text'>You have a mysterious kiss.  Your partner neverknows what you're going to come up with next;this creates great excitement and arousal neverknowing what to expect.  And it's sure to endin a kiss as great as your mystery. What kind of kiss are you? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/feeds/106685398244362025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540004&amp;postID=106685398244362025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/106685398244362025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/106685398244362025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/2003/10/myterious-kisser.html' title='Myterious Kisser'/><author><name>Jhon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134426659431372732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540004.post-106664599297528044</id><published>2003-10-20T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-20T18:48:07.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moksha </title><summary type='text'>A night spent full of stories, beers, food and friendship. Last night, we had a chance to hangout in a very nice place in Greenhills. The place was perfect for lunch, dinner or even romantic dates. It was a perfect venue to chill-out.Everybody shared stories, crack jokes, and drink. With candles all over the place, delicious food plus slow music that made the ambiance complete, we were able to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/feeds/106664599297528044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540004&amp;postID=106664599297528044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/106664599297528044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/106664599297528044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/2003/10/moksha.html' title='Moksha '/><author><name>Jhon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134426659431372732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540004.post-106648306777319902</id><published>2003-10-18T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-19T15:52:32.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>24 roses on your 24th B-day</title><summary type='text'>It was her birthday yesterday. Nothing spectacular, she spent the day as simple as it can be. I went to the office early in the afternoon (Thursday) to fix the flowers I gave her.  On each rose was a card and was given to her by my 11 close friends starting 12 midnight. I left the office early to avoid my shadow being seen in the vicinity. I went straight to our favorite  hang-out place. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/feeds/106648306777319902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540004&amp;postID=106648306777319902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/106648306777319902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/106648306777319902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/2003/10/24-roses-on-your-24th-b-day.html' title='24 roses on your 24th B-day'/><author><name>Jhon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134426659431372732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540004.post-106647172503591146</id><published>2003-10-18T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-18T18:08:45.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oktoberfest...sweet November</title><summary type='text'>If you think that you LOVE a person, is it because you’re IN-LOVE with him/her or you LOVE the feeling to be IN-LOVE?A question that keeps on bothering me recently. This was the same question the girl with metallic braces asked me before. But now, I was the one who is asking it to myself. I easily like a girl if she’s independent. In a way, that she can survive on her own. I like someone who is</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/feeds/106647172503591146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540004&amp;postID=106647172503591146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/106647172503591146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/106647172503591146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/2003/10/oktoberfestsweet-november.html' title='Oktoberfest...sweet November'/><author><name>Jhon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134426659431372732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540004.post-106647125938621616</id><published>2003-10-10T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-18T18:04:12.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Muntik na kitang mahalin...</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday I felt so low coz I miss a friend so much. I was so glad we had the chance to hangout together again. While we were drinking, we shared stories, bring back memories and the best part of it was when were fooling around with each other.I lean on her shoulders most of the time. Her ears absorb my sentiments every time I need someone to talk to. She’s nice, sweet, and tall. She’s the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/feeds/106647125938621616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540004&amp;postID=106647125938621616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/106647125938621616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/106647125938621616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/2003/10/muntik-na-kitang-mahalin.html' title='Muntik na kitang mahalin...'/><author><name>Jhon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134426659431372732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540004.post-106647105279036911</id><published>2003-10-09T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-18T17:57:32.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Japanese Doll!!!</title><summary type='text'>As I open my eyes earlier, I suddenly caught myself staring at the ceiling. What am I thinking? I remembered a friend. It was her birthday yesterday. Even if I called her to greet her best wishes, I still felt incomplete. It was so sad to think that she was with me most of the time before she left the company. But now, on her very special day we did not had the time to see each other.I miss her</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/feeds/106647105279036911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540004&amp;postID=106647105279036911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/106647105279036911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/106647105279036911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/2003/10/happy-japanese-doll.html' title='Happy Japanese Doll!!!'/><author><name>Jhon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134426659431372732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540004.post-106647050014120043</id><published>2003-10-04T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-18T17:55:28.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A guy between two wonderful persons...</title><summary type='text'>On my right, she is like a sister to me  As simple as she can be,She knows me well  More than anybody I can tell,On my left, she is a friend to me  As sweet as she can be,I don't know her that well  because it's too soon to tell, Both of you were there  When I needed someone who’ll care,Both of you are God's gift  To someone who needs a lift,Thanks to both of you  I appreciated </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/feeds/106647050014120043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540004&amp;postID=106647050014120043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/106647050014120043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/106647050014120043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/2003/10/guy-between-two-wonderful-persons.html' title='A guy between two wonderful persons...'/><author><name>Jhon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134426659431372732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540004.post-106647027987923279</id><published>2003-10-03T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-18T17:51:53.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Noon,ngayon ikaw pa rin ang bestfriend ko...</title><summary type='text'>Sabi ni tatay noon wag daw kitang mahalin  Hindi ka daw nararapat sa akin,Dahil sa mahal kita ipinaglaban kita  Inintindi si ama at ngayo'y ipinakilala ka,Naalala ko pa nung ako'y nag-aaral pa  Kasa-kasama kitang nagsusunog ng kilay,Sa tuwing ang mga mata'y napapapikit   Ikaw agad ang sa aki'y tumatapik,Mabuti ka pa palaging nandiyan  Di tulad ng iba jan,Niyayakap at hinahalikan ka </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/feeds/106647027987923279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540004&amp;postID=106647027987923279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/106647027987923279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/106647027987923279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/2003/10/noonngayon-ikaw-pa-rin-ang-bestfriend.html' title='Noon,ngayon ikaw pa rin ang bestfriend ko...'/><author><name>Jhon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134426659431372732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540004.post-106646980896407754</id><published>2003-10-02T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-18T17:41:18.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ENIGMA...no more</title><summary type='text'>The post-its on your workstation, chocolates, and pillow, came from me. I tried to hide myself from you. Not because I am afraid, it's just sometimes we need to use the mind above our heart. Each passing day for the past month, the feeling I have inside for you seem to grow. At first, it was just admiration. After quite sometime, it turned out to be curiosity. Then now, I feel that if you sum up </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/feeds/106646980896407754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540004&amp;postID=106646980896407754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/106646980896407754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/106646980896407754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/2003/10/enigmano-more.html' title='ENIGMA...no more'/><author><name>Jhon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134426659431372732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540004.post-106646945733171264</id><published>2003-10-02T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-18T17:34:55.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lumalapit, lumalayo</title><summary type='text'>Minsan akala ko eto na ang panahon    Upang ako’y makilala mo,Pero parang bangkang inaalon    Kailangan pigilan ang nararamdaman ko,Gusto kita alam mo yan,     Hanggang ganito na lang ba?Maraming beses na ako’y di napagbigyan     Ilang ulit na rin ipinagpalit sa iba,Tapat ako sa aking nararamdaman     Mahirap bang intindihin yun?Balang araw ito’y iyong malalaman     Wag lang sana ako</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/feeds/106646945733171264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540004&amp;postID=106646945733171264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/106646945733171264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/106646945733171264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/2003/10/lumalapit-lumalayo.html' title='Lumalapit, lumalayo'/><author><name>Jhon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134426659431372732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540004.post-106646906665523969</id><published>2003-09-21T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-18T17:32:33.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When will I see your negative side?</title><summary type='text'>Here I am again, a lot of things in mind. Words, that I can express in front of you. We were together earlier but as much as I want to express myself, I didn’t since we were with a group of friends. I don’t know if sometimes it is not really the right time. I am so much confuse lately. I want you to know how much I care, how much I like you, but time seems to be not on our side. I think you are</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/feeds/106646906665523969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540004&amp;postID=106646906665523969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/106646906665523969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/106646906665523969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/2003/09/when-will-i-see-your-negative-side.html' title='When will I see your negative side?'/><author><name>Jhon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134426659431372732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540004.post-106646891879911582</id><published>2003-09-18T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-18T17:22:27.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you goodbye....</title><summary type='text'>As I turned around my back earlier, I want to run back to you to give you a hug. Hugs letting you know that I can’t live without you. But I chose not to. I don’t know if it was a right decision or not. I’ve done a lot of wrong decisions lately and now I want to make sure I will stick to it no matter how painful the circumstances will be. Besides, the more I show you how much I love you the more </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/feeds/106646891879911582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540004&amp;postID=106646891879911582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/106646891879911582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/106646891879911582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/2003/09/i-love-you-goodbye.html' title='I love you goodbye....'/><author><name>Jhon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134426659431372732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540004.post-106365584493035818</id><published>2003-09-16T03:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-16T03:57:24.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>???</title><summary type='text'>Four days without you   I keep on missing you,I hope you didn’t ignore   That poem I gave you before,I am sorry for feeling this way    But I couldn’t stop it in any way,If you want me to move away    Let me know and I’ll stay away,I know it’s hard to be neglected    By someone who seems to be so perfect,I am not forcing you to be mine    I just need a little bit of your time.Even </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/feeds/106365584493035818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540004&amp;postID=106365584493035818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/106365584493035818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/106365584493035818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/2003/09/blog-post.html' title='???'/><author><name>Jhon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134426659431372732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540004.post-106352322202724564</id><published>2003-09-14T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-14T15:08:01.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let me smile even for a time</title><summary type='text'>The last time I saw you, you never said "HI"   Was it intentional or not?With your sweet smile I feel like I can fly    I hope this time my blood would not clot,A day without you by my side    The sun would not sleep,A night without you saying "Goodnight"    The stars would not shine,Please give me a chance    To be with you even in a dance,It will make this heart of mine     Smile </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/feeds/106352322202724564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540004&amp;postID=106352322202724564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/106352322202724564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/106352322202724564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/2003/09/let-me-smile-even-for-time.html' title='Let me smile even for a time'/><author><name>Jhon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134426659431372732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540004.post-106325844384073609</id><published>2003-09-11T13:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-11T13:34:56.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Todo na ito! haaay!</title><summary type='text'>Sa pagsapit ng dilim  aking napagisip-isip, Bakit sa gitna ng tuwa  may luhang nakakubli, Parang kailan lang  ako’y lublob sa putik,Sa aking pagbangon Ikaw ang aking baon, Alam ko na ika’y sadyang di maabot   parang isang karanasang binaon sa limot Ngunit sa iyong bawat ngiti   ang puso ko ay parang tumitili. Sawa na ako sa ganitong damdamin,   kailan ba ako magigising?Ikaw ba’y </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/feeds/106325844384073609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540004&amp;postID=106325844384073609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/106325844384073609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/106325844384073609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/2003/09/todo-na-ito-haaay.html' title='Todo na ito! haaay!'/><author><name>Jhon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134426659431372732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540004.post-106317180306320242</id><published>2003-09-10T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-11T06:34:56.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First glance at you</title><summary type='text'>Hey there. I just saw you this morning. You were passing by the lobby. You were wearing your skirt, black blouse and black jacket. You were walking with your co-trainees, chatting happily, with that dazzling smile affixed on your face. You flipped your hair slowly with your left hand, and as you passed by, a couple of boys followed you with their eyes. Our eyes met for a second, and I didn't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/feeds/106317180306320242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540004&amp;postID=106317180306320242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/106317180306320242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/106317180306320242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/2003/09/first-glance-at-you.html' title='&lt;em&gt;First glance at you&lt;/em&gt;'/><author><name>Jhon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134426659431372732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540004.post-106316010454827158</id><published>2003-09-10T10:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-10T11:20:49.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When will you be MINE?</title><summary type='text'>Am always thinking of you  Are you feeling the same?But I am falling for you  Believe in me; am I to blame?In my time of despair  I ask, "Will you be there?"Gosh, I am so addicted  Going to be convicted,At this point of time I realized,  At last my heart's not paralyzed,In time I might fall  I am in love with you after all,Looking forward for the time  Loving you and call you mine.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/feeds/106316010454827158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540004&amp;postID=106316010454827158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/106316010454827158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/106316010454827158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/2003/09/when-will-you-be-mine.html' title='When will you be MINE?'/><author><name>Jhon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134426659431372732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540004.post-106310054861803709</id><published>2003-09-09T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-09T17:44:37.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OLD Joys with NEW stories...</title><summary type='text'>I saw an old friend yesterday. He or may I say “SHE” will be leaving for good tomorrow. I received the text message at around 11pm while I was on my way home. Even if I was tired, I still dropped by and spent several hours sharing old memories with them. All of them were my officemates from my first job. Three years ago I remember, we were all like playing while we enjoy for the first time the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/feeds/106310054861803709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540004&amp;postID=106310054861803709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/106310054861803709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/106310054861803709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/2003/09/old-joys-with-new-stories.html' title='OLD Joys with NEW stories...'/><author><name>Jhon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134426659431372732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540004.post-106196480557149948</id><published>2003-08-27T14:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-27T14:13:25.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nasaan na ang dating samahan?</title><summary type='text'>Kailangan mo bang umalis? Paano na ako? Sino na ang makikinig sa mga kwento kong ikaw lang ang nakakaintindi. Kailangan kita ulit ngayon. Ikaw ang nagbibigay ng lakas sa akin. Kung wala ka noon paano na ako ngayon. Sa iyong plano, ang tangi ko lang payo. Sana ay matupad mo ang iyong adhikain. Nandito lamang ako sa tabi mo. Malayo man ang magiging agwat natin. Hindi yun hadlang sa lalim ng ating </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/feeds/106196480557149948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540004&amp;postID=106196480557149948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/106196480557149948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/106196480557149948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/2003/08/nasaan-na-ang-dating-samahan.html' title='Nasaan na ang dating samahan?'/><author><name>Jhon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134426659431372732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540004.post-106189338891843352</id><published>2003-08-26T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-26T18:23:08.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet MS. Watson</title><summary type='text'>Will I ever be brave enough to play the game of love again? Who will be my coach? Will there be an umpire? So many questions too few answers. Would you look for an answer? You should not. Instead, study and review your lessons from the past. Here is my game plan:-My coach will be my instinct. “Follow your instincts and may the force be with you!”-Do we need an umpire? Destiny will be the one.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/feeds/106189338891843352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540004&amp;postID=106189338891843352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/106189338891843352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/106189338891843352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/2003/08/meet-ms-watson.html' title='Meet MS. Watson'/><author><name>Jhon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134426659431372732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540004.post-106159255781393936</id><published>2003-08-23T06:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-23T06:49:17.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I on the right track?</title><summary type='text'>A week is over. Did I learn something? Did I find answers to my questions?Let me tell you this.Let’s say I am a risk taker. I would rather have bad times with her than to have good times with someone else. It is hard to explain. It is better to love and be rejected than to keep it to yourself. Am I on ready to make a decision? Well, I don’t know.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/feeds/106159255781393936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540004&amp;postID=106159255781393936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/106159255781393936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/106159255781393936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/2003/08/am-i-on-right-track.html' title='Am I on the right track?'/><author><name>Jhon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134426659431372732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540004.post-106114399165625749</id><published>2003-08-18T02:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-19T03:21:54.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am back...</title><summary type='text'>Confused I may say. But my thinking and attitude are on the right track. I know what I am doing. I learned so many things. As I go home an hour from now, I need to prepare myself for the new challenges in my life. Now, I am stronger. Thanks to that girl with metallic braces. She drowned me with my own tears. But those tears made me even a better person. Author’s note: Check this out.I am back</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/feeds/106114399165625749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540004&amp;postID=106114399165625749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/106114399165625749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/106114399165625749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/2003/08/i-am-back.html' title='I am back...'/><author><name>Jhon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134426659431372732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540004.post-106112871765902671</id><published>2003-08-17T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-19T21:41:43.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short but meaningful...</title><summary type='text'>Are you there?  I wish you are,Can you see me?  I am just here,Encourage me please  I am in fear,Everything will be fine  If you will be around.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/feeds/106112871765902671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540004&amp;postID=106112871765902671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/106112871765902671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/106112871765902671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/2003/08/short-but-meaningful.html' title='Short but meaningful...'/><author><name>Jhon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134426659431372732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540004.post-106103356955805480</id><published>2003-08-16T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-17T17:59:40.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Dream that would not come true...</title><summary type='text'>The other night I had a dream, I was in very romantic place waiting for the girl of my dreams. I made sure that everything would happen as planned. This will be the most memorable day of my life. I know this was what I told you when we were in Vivere (how romantic I wanted it to be when it will come a time I will propose to a girl).While waiting for this girl, I sat down and saw a "bubble maker</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/feeds/106103356955805480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540004&amp;postID=106103356955805480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/106103356955805480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/106103356955805480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/2003/08/dream-that-would-not-come-true.html' title='A Dream that would not come true...'/><author><name>Jhon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134426659431372732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540004.post-106095000404115782</id><published>2003-08-15T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-15T20:24:26.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THANKS to YOU!</title><summary type='text'>Asking why everybody is busy with this BLOG thing? Well, each one of us has his/her reasons. It may be an opportunity to express us freely. It may be a staging ground for some frustrated writers like me. Or let us say, it also eats time for the Macromedia PARTS team…hehehe! No matter what the reason is, we enjoy what we are doing. “ I don’t need marijuana, I don’t need cocaine, your presence </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/feeds/106095000404115782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540004&amp;postID=106095000404115782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/106095000404115782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/106095000404115782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/2003/08/thanks-to-you.html' title='THANKS to YOU!'/><author><name>Jhon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134426659431372732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540004.post-106093783482545847</id><published>2003-08-15T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-15T17:03:25.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The game called life</title><summary type='text'>Who says we cannot move on after falling down? Imagine standing up with no hand to hold on, shoulder to lean on or even a cane you can rely on. Do you think it’s hard? Well, it is. Moving on starts when you finally dropped the last tear from your eyes for that person who pushed you down. As soon as you wipe it off your face gently, you need to focus your attention and regain balance for you to be</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/feeds/106093783482545847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540004&amp;postID=106093783482545847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/106093783482545847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/106093783482545847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/2003/08/game-called-life.html' title='The game called life'/><author><name>Jhon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134426659431372732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540004.post-106048651449654153</id><published>2003-08-10T11:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-12T21:48:47.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome !!!</title><summary type='text'>Mr. Suave by Parokya Ni EdgarNasa ulap ba ang iyong mga mata?Mukhang malayo ang iyong pagtingalaPakay ko lamang na ika'y pangitiinIto’y aking lambingSubok na ang aking pag-ibigIkaw lamang sa buong daigdigTumitibok na puso ko’y dingginSumama ka na sa'kinChorus:Ako si Mr. SuaveOh grabeHabulin ng babaeAraw man o gabiOo ako si Mr. SuaveOh grabeHayup kung dumiskarteWala silang </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/feeds/106048651449654153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5540004&amp;postID=106048651449654153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/106048651449654153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540004/posts/default/106048651449654153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhonald.blogspot.com/2003/08/welcome.html' title='Welcome !!!'/><author><name>Jhon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134426659431372732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
