<?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-8057590</id><updated>2011-09-23T06:30:20.602+08:00</updated><category term='Personal'/><category term='hostwoot'/><category term='migrate'/><category term='Internet'/><category term='Office'/><category term='blog migrate'/><title type='text'>A lyF in d 0rdin@!re</title><subtitle type='html'>A d@y in d lyf oF @ m!Nd c0nTrO7 fR35K-//-$uRviV3 tH3 fR35Kn3$s!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057590/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>mikegaven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11156436696309679368</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-8057590.post-1824692918776982199</id><published>2008-11-09T01:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T01:23:02.402+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hostwoot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='migrate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog migrate'/><title type='text'>Wow, its been a while</title><content type='html'>hey! It's been a while. I haven't posted something on his blog, more than a year, wow. I've been busy and been involved with to much work make you forget other stuff you have. Well, to be honest I migrated my personal blog to &lt;a href="http://www.hostwoot.com"&gt;HostWoot&lt;/a&gt;, a free domain hosting company, but you have to register to a forum and get a specific number of post before you can get your free hosting. It's has a nice community and I like it there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my blog can now be located here --&gt; &lt;a href="http://mikegaven.hostwoot.com/blog"&gt;http://mikegaven.hostwoot.com/blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will still keep this blog and occasionally post some articles here. See you on the other side!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057590-1824692918776982199?l=mikegaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/feeds/1824692918776982199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057590&amp;postID=1824692918776982199&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057590/posts/default/1824692918776982199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057590/posts/default/1824692918776982199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/2008/11/wow-its-been-while.html' title='Wow, its been a while'/><author><name>mikegaven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11156436696309679368</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057590.post-9116284219894870820</id><published>2007-05-07T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T20:58:17.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE LASER TEST ("HUWAG HAYAANG LUMUSOT KANDIDATUNG SHABURAKOT")</title><content type='html'>We will soon be voting for senators, provincial, and local officials. There&lt;br /&gt;are candidates who deserve a second look and eventually our vote. Yet for&lt;br /&gt;many of us it seems like a choice of the lesser evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we do not have to fall into this trap. We can still choose the good and&lt;br /&gt;avoid evil. We are not powerless. Our votes still have meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;³Dilaab² (³conflagration² or ³tongues of fire²), a volunteer-driven,&lt;br /&gt;church-based movement for a transformed Filipino nation through heroic&lt;br /&gt;Christian citizenship calls for a two-step action called the ³laser test.²&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRST, apply the laser questions in addition to other voters¹ education&lt;br /&gt;initiatives. LASER is: Lifestyle (unexplained wealth); Action (against&lt;br /&gt;corruption); Supporters (people behind candidates); Election conduct (vote&lt;br /&gt;buying/election rules); and Reputation (cases involving graft/corruption&lt;br /&gt;and/or illegal drugs). The questions are meant to help people identify and&lt;br /&gt;reject candidates engaged in graft/corruption and/or backed up by drug&lt;br /&gt;lords.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what if no candidate for a particular position can pass this initial&lt;br /&gt;screening? What if the positions cannot be filled up by worthy candidates?&lt;br /&gt;This brings us to the next phase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECOND, put a cross (circles or lines are also acceptable) on the spaces on&lt;br /&gt;which the voter has not voted as signs indicating his or her desistance from&lt;br /&gt;voting. This shall not invalidate the vote (Article xviii, sec. 211, par. 21&lt;br /&gt;of the Omnibus Election Code)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voters using this option can then declare that the candidate deserving their&lt;br /&gt;votes have not yet been born or have not yet run for office. This option can&lt;br /&gt;even be tied in with the voters¹ power of recall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This two-step approach may yet help restore a sense of power among the&lt;br /&gt;electorate. After all, public office is a public trust and power emanates&lt;br /&gt;from the people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057590-9116284219894870820?l=mikegaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/feeds/9116284219894870820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057590&amp;postID=9116284219894870820&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057590/posts/default/9116284219894870820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057590/posts/default/9116284219894870820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/2007/05/laser-test-huwag-hayaang-lumusot.html' title='THE LASER TEST (&quot;HUWAG HAYAANG LUMUSOT KANDIDATUNG SHABURAKOT&quot;)'/><author><name>mikegaven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11156436696309679368</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057590.post-7824781729557712603</id><published>2007-02-08T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T22:06:36.030+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Internet'/><title type='text'>Internet</title><content type='html'>After I went out of the office, I went directly to the Internet cafe, searching some videos in YouTube, I came across this beautiful video from Kansas University.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6gmP4nk0EOE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6gmP4nk0EOE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you can comprehend what it means...then maybe you can understand who is using who.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the WEB, We are the machine or the other way around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057590-7824781729557712603?l=mikegaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/feeds/7824781729557712603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057590&amp;postID=7824781729557712603&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057590/posts/default/7824781729557712603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057590/posts/default/7824781729557712603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/2007/02/internet.html' title='Internet'/><author><name>mikegaven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11156436696309679368</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-8057590.post-5404587933837444056</id><published>2007-02-08T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T20:47:57.956+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>I miss my baby</title><content type='html'>Hmmm......after a tiring day in the office, I just want to go home and relax with my girlfriend...unfortunately, I can't! Because she has to go home early, and she had to work too you know, we both are busy with work, and are exhausted during the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We often see each other after work, just to unwind the workday, and eat our dinner together, then after that we hang out in my place. Spend some intimate time with each other, relaxing, watch a movie or what's on TV. After that, she would go home, and I let her ride on her way home. But today, we didn't see each other, we are so busy with office work and she has to go home early too. But I decided to stay in the office and finish the remaining jobs I had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will call her before I go out in the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057590-5404587933837444056?l=mikegaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/feeds/5404587933837444056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057590&amp;postID=5404587933837444056&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057590/posts/default/5404587933837444056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057590/posts/default/5404587933837444056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-miss-my-baby.html' title='I miss my baby'/><author><name>mikegaven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11156436696309679368</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-8057590.post-4525097172142336252</id><published>2007-02-08T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T20:58:20.475+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Office'/><title type='text'>Office Work, office work</title><content type='html'>Wow, I can't believe what I have done, I was productive today! I'm so proud of myself. Hehehe, just joking around really, but honestly I have done a lot today in the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;CS160 Class, finished discussing, chapter 7 and five more chapters to go, and we are done! I also reminded them about the assignment due 6:00 in the evening. Another exam is on the way tomorrow, coverage chapter 5-7.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;CS114 Class, I was about to begin discussing JavaScript, but I decided to let them finish the FORM and INPUT tag exercises. Discuss JavaScript tomorrow.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had submitted my Lecturer's utilization for January to Karl, long overdue last Jan 31, but it was submitted nonetheless.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I gave the newly hired lecturers TNA(Traning Needs Analysis) an assessment of what subjects they can handle and capable of teaching, and needs more enhancement.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Assigned numerous lecturers, to upcoming ICL Courses this SAT and SUN, I had assigned a former Informatics student Abigail Mancelita to XP6MS Course(Basic Word, Excel, Internet &amp;amp; Email). At least she would have exposure to teaching, and I have to follow-up the teacher tomorrow for the MYOB course this coming sunday. And follow-up the lecturer for Advance Excel.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Updated the Part-time Lecturer's List for list of courses they can teach, contact numbers and merge them with Mam Lyn's list of part time lecturer. Tomorrow, I'm gonna assess the newly hired lecturers, so that I can post them on the list. This list is needed by the Course Consulting Department so that they would know what courses to offer, depending on the availability of the lecturers and their respective field of expertise.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had to clean and organize the installers, used last week during the installation of ROOM A.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Wow, that's a lot, it consumed my whole day doing those stuff. It may not be that many in terms of numbers, but it took me the whole day just to achieved those!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plans for tomorrow:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Conduct CS160 Exam, Coverage: Chapters 5-7&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lunch Break @12nn!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Discuss JavaScript on CS114&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;After my CS114 Class, assess newly hired lecturers, and assign possible course to teach/handle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Follow up MYOB Lecturer for sunday.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Talk to Jay regarding, Advance Excel Lecturer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Give Lecturer's Manual to XP6MS lecturer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Discuss Arrays/Structures/File Handling to CS115 Students&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finish organizing the Installers in the drawer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;update List of Lecturers both for part-time and full time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;update to do list!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Hmmm.....that's it for now....I have to go home and eat my chow! Im starving.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057590-4525097172142336252?l=mikegaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/feeds/4525097172142336252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057590&amp;postID=4525097172142336252&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057590/posts/default/4525097172142336252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057590/posts/default/4525097172142336252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/2007/02/office-work-office-work.html' title='Office Work, office work'/><author><name>mikegaven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11156436696309679368</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-8057590.post-7218007862882870279</id><published>2007-01-29T15:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T23:43:02.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suddenly I'm thinking of $iomai</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://karen.mychronicles.net/images/siomai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://karen.mychronicles.net/images/siomai.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late last year, I have been contemplating on selling "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;siomai&lt;/span&gt;" one of my favorite snacks to eat, just thinking about it makes my mouth to water! *YUM*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this idea, from the place where me and my girlfriend eats siomai in Labangon. The name of the place is "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Way Tugpahay&lt;/span&gt;", it's a place in Tisa, Labangon, Cebu where siomai is the main menu. As I have observed, many of the customers there eat siomai everyday. From snacks to dinner, many customers buy siomai at the same place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girlfriend suggested, "Why don't you sell siomai in your place". Hmm...what a good idea, and from that it give me inspiration to make business of selling Siomai! First off, let's get some recipe  to get us started...wait, what's a "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SIOMAI&lt;/span&gt;"??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Siomai&lt;/em&gt; is a dimsum of Chinese origin which is also quite common in the Philippines. One can order different kinds of &lt;em&gt;siomai&lt;/em&gt; but the base is always pork. The ground meat should have some fat otherwise the cooked &lt;em&gt;siomai&lt;/em&gt; will be too tough. I tried to experiment on chicken &lt;em&gt;siomai&lt;/em&gt; some years back and made the mistake of taking out the skin and fat and it turned out to be tough. Prawns or shrimps can be substituted for part of the pork if desired. For the binder, some use flour or corn starch but I find it to leave a raw taste so I use egg instead (proportion is 1 egg to 1 kg pork).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.the-protagonist.net/albums/fil_negosyo_expo_2006/dimsum3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos.the-protagonist.net/albums/fil_negosyo_expo_2006/dimsum3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Siomai Recipe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 style="font-weight: normal;" class="h2b"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;1 cup chopped shrimps&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup ground pork&lt;br /&gt;1 cup chopped singkamas&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup chopped green onions&lt;br /&gt;1 onion, finely chopped,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1egg, beaten&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon soy sauce&lt;br /&gt;salt and pepper to taste&lt;br /&gt;1 pack siomai wrapper&lt;br /&gt;oil for brushing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more to come....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Recipe and Images Courtesy of:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://recipes.com.ph/show/siomai/&lt;br /&gt;http://pinoyfood.nimrodel.net/2006/08/08/pork-siomai-steamed-pork-dumplings/&lt;br /&gt;http://karen.mychronicles.net/?p=6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057590-7218007862882870279?l=mikegaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/feeds/7218007862882870279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057590&amp;postID=7218007862882870279&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057590/posts/default/7218007862882870279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057590/posts/default/7218007862882870279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/2007/01/suddenly-im-thinking-of-iomai.html' title='Suddenly I&apos;m thinking of $iomai'/><author><name>mikegaven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11156436696309679368</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-8057590.post-7025185654196727137</id><published>2006-10-27T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T14:35:00.744+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Office'/><title type='text'>a day in the office</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I arrived in the office early. I turned on my PC, check my todo list, had to follow up some paper works from a colleague, made a couple of calls, and viola, im done. I checked my mails, updated my todo list, checked a couple of schedules, and open my mobile phone to transfer some old message on my PC. My inbox is getting clogged up with messages from a person I don't really know of personally, and keeps on sending me defamatory and unkind words. Pretty ironic, because I know for a fact this person is a devout in thier chosen relegion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, after transferring a few messages, I noticed that students are arriving in to their respective rooms, and inquiring here and there about thier classes. I went out of my office, and began my rounds to check every classes if it's intact and going without any delays. After my round, I went back to my office, checked my email again, and continued to transfer messages from my phone. After a while I saw one of my faculty who just arrived, I checked the time, it's around 10:15am-10:30am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just went on with my transferring of messages. After a while a knock came on my door, one of the faculty came  storming to my office with looks of frustration and/or anger(?). The frist words that I heard was an apology for not report for work a day before, and then the word I dreaded the most "RESIGNATION". I ask to talk about it, I asked why, the answer came to me just as I suspected. It was about the conflict that has been brewing for some time now, between a superior and another employee. She said that she feels pressured whenever the other person is around, and she doesn't like the way the Superior is treating the employee. In as much that I wan't to disclose the details between the argument between the superior and the employee, I rather not, it's getting personal already and I can sense that the superior is getting very very personal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My poor colleague is so pressured that she wants to resign within 15 days. She doesnt want to be in a hostile working environment.  After the details of our personal talk(which I will not disclose here), I adviced her that it would take around 30 days for the effectivity of the resignation, that is the mandate of the HR manual and we are bound to follow it. I advised her just to hang on a little bit, for the reason that if she would resign, she has no company to transfer to, second, most of the companies during the last quarter of the year stops hiring additional personnel, and alots funds for the upcoming Christmas Party and employee bonuses. I told her just to stay put for a while, just hang on a little longer, and just don't think about the pressure coz it's not her thats at fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also talked about how the company is turning around from the previous manager's mess, I also emphasized that as of now, the company is gaining revenue and the company is getting positive revenues every month. I don't know if I am wrong or right in my advices, all I know is that when we talked, I didn't have to think of what words to say regarding the company, and her performance, and brewing conflict....it was spontaneous....it came from my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside me I was saddened and  troubled. I was saddened because my team was getting agitated as the result of the conflict and they are now expressing thier intention to resign, albiet in a form of a joke or in a serious talk like we had with my colleague. I came to realize that all their troubles roots to the conflict between the superior and the employee, and it is affecting their performance in the office, and it is affecting them as a person. What can I do? We can't tell our superior to be professional or to stop doing what they might be doing wrong. They are our boss, we don't have the right to tell them that they are wrong nor we can't order them to stop pressuring other employees, and we don't have the courage to go against them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same day also, I received the letter of explanation from the two of my team members from the NTE(notice to explain) letter I gave them last saturday regarding their violation. After reading their response, I gave the letter to my immediate supervisor and reviewed them, he advised me to schedule their respective suspension without affecting their classes. I went back to my room and checked the calendar, and decided that it would be best to serve their suspension next week, during midterm exams. They would just leave the questionaires to other faculty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time I have to give a faculty member a suspension, not just one, but two. The fact that I'm their immediate head, and issuing them suspension coming from the orders of a another superior, makes me question myself. Why would I issue suspension to my faculty, they have not directly violated any rules of the company. I don't wan't to talk about it. Maybe, there will come a time that I will understand why I did what I did. I felt guilt deep inside when I issued the suspension.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh* Just another day in the office.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057590-7025185654196727137?l=mikegaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/feeds/7025185654196727137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057590&amp;postID=7025185654196727137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057590/posts/default/7025185654196727137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057590/posts/default/7025185654196727137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/2006/10/day-in-office.html' title='a day in the office'/><author><name>mikegaven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11156436696309679368</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-8057590.post-116184756272252319</id><published>2006-10-26T13:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T15:35:04.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from Down Under</title><content type='html'>It's been awhile, and I haven't updated my blog for a very long time. It's been stagnant for months, and a lot has happened since then...I got a lot of catching up to do. But with my busy schedule in the office my only chance to catch up is to write small doses of my blog whenever I can have a free time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm back fresh and new...with the old/new me. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've missed me....I missed you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=&lt;br /&gt;I have this poem in a poster in vacant room in our house and I've been wanting to copy it and post it in my office for inspiration. But the poster has partly been covered by the closet, I wasn't able to copy it whole. I've been scouring the net in the past few days but fail, and I tried again and succeeded. Well, thanks for posting this poem, to whoever you are, Turtle Princess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read below:&lt;br /&gt;=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=&lt;br /&gt;Love Your Work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you don't like your work,&lt;br /&gt;you'll need three times the energy:&lt;br /&gt;to force yourself to work,&lt;br /&gt;to resist the force,&lt;br /&gt;and finally to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you love your work,&lt;br /&gt;your desire to do it&lt;br /&gt;will be like a wind&lt;br /&gt;to propel your ship&lt;br /&gt;with much less fuel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you like your work,&lt;br /&gt;you work no more -&lt;br /&gt;for work, when you like it,&lt;br /&gt;is work no longer,&lt;br /&gt;but sheer enjoyment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you enjoy your work,&lt;br /&gt;you'll work and work&lt;br /&gt;without counting the hours -&lt;br /&gt;and you'll reap and enjoy&lt;br /&gt;more earnings as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- H.L. Neri&lt;br /&gt;=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=&lt;br /&gt;Thanks &lt;a href="http://weekendlazy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Turtle Princess&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057590-116184756272252319?l=mikegaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/feeds/116184756272252319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057590&amp;postID=116184756272252319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057590/posts/default/116184756272252319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057590/posts/default/116184756272252319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/2006/10/back-from-down-under.html' title='Back from Down Under'/><author><name>mikegaven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11156436696309679368</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-8057590.post-114982243329331332</id><published>2006-06-09T11:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T15:35:04.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Positive Outlook in Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;I am thankful:&lt;br /&gt;For the wife&lt;br /&gt;Who says it's hot dogs tonight,&lt;br /&gt;Because she is home with me,&lt;br /&gt;And not out with someone else.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;For the husband&lt;br /&gt;Who is on the sofa&lt;br /&gt;Being a couch potato,&lt;br /&gt;Because he is home with me&lt;br /&gt;And not out at the bars.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;For the teenager&lt;br /&gt;Who is complaining about doing dishes&lt;br /&gt;Because it means she is at home,&lt;br /&gt;Not on the streets.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;For the taxes i pay&lt;br /&gt;Because it means&lt;br /&gt;I am employed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;For the mess to clean after a party&lt;br /&gt;Because it means i have&lt;br /&gt;Been surrounded by friends.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;For the clothes that fit a little too snug&lt;br /&gt;Because it means&lt;br /&gt;I have enough to eat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;For my shadow that watches me work&lt;br /&gt;Because it means&lt;br /&gt;I am out in the sunshine&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;For a lawn that needs mowing,&lt;br /&gt;Windows that need cleaning,&lt;br /&gt;And gutters that need fixing&lt;br /&gt;Because it means i have a home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;For all the complaining&lt;br /&gt;I hear about the government&lt;br /&gt;Because it means&lt;br /&gt;We have freedom of speech..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;For the parking spot&lt;br /&gt;I find at the far end of the parking lot&lt;br /&gt;Because it means i am capable of walking&lt;br /&gt;And i have been blessed with transportation.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;For my huge heating bill&lt;br /&gt;Because it means&lt;br /&gt;I am warm.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;For the lady behind me in church&lt;br /&gt;Who sings off key because it means&lt;br /&gt;I can hear.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;For the pile of laundry and ironing&lt;br /&gt;Because it means&lt;br /&gt;I have clothes to wear.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;For weariness and aching muscles&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;Because it means i have been&lt;br /&gt;Capable of working hard.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;For the alarm that goes off&lt;br /&gt;In the early morning hours&lt;br /&gt;Because it means i am alive.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;And finally, for too much e-mail&lt;br /&gt;Because   it means i have&lt;br /&gt;Friends who are thinking of me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Live well, laugh often, &amp;amp; love with all of your heart!&lt;br /&gt;*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Today, before you think of saying any unkind word&lt;br /&gt;Think of someone who can't speak.&lt;br /&gt;Before you complain about the food that you eat&lt;br /&gt;Think of those who has nothing to eat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Before you complain about life,&lt;br /&gt;Think of someone who went early to heaven.&lt;br /&gt;And when you are tired and complaining about your job,&lt;br /&gt;Think of the unemployed, the disabled and&lt;br /&gt;Those who wished they had your job&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;And when depressing thoughts seems to get you down&lt;br /&gt;Put on a smile on your face,&lt;br /&gt;And thank God you're alive and still around.&lt;br /&gt;Life is a gift. Live it well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057590-114982243329331332?l=mikegaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/feeds/114982243329331332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057590&amp;postID=114982243329331332&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057590/posts/default/114982243329331332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057590/posts/default/114982243329331332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/2006/06/positive-outlook-in-life.html' title='Positive Outlook in Life'/><author><name>mikegaven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11156436696309679368</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-8057590.post-114982158359587996</id><published>2006-06-09T10:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T15:35:04.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worthy Risk</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*&lt;br /&gt;There is a risk involved in everything&lt;br /&gt;Every time you share a smile&lt;br /&gt;Every time you shed a tear&lt;br /&gt;You are opening yourself up to hurt.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Some people tread slowly through life,&lt;br /&gt;Avoiding the closeness risk brings,&lt;br /&gt;Sidestepping the things they can not understand&lt;br /&gt;Turning away from those who care too much-&lt;br /&gt;Those who care stay too long,&lt;br /&gt;Those who hold too tightly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;There is never an easy way to love&lt;br /&gt;You cannot approach it cautiously&lt;br /&gt;It will not wait for you to arm yourself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;It does not care if you turn away&lt;br /&gt;It is everywhere, it is everything.&lt;br /&gt;Love is the greatest of all risks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;It is not reliable, it is not cautious,&lt;br /&gt;It is not sympathetic&lt;br /&gt;It is unprejudiced and unmerciful.&lt;br /&gt;It strikes the strongest of mind,&lt;br /&gt;And brings them to their knees in one blow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Even in the best of times, love hurts.&lt;br /&gt;It hurts to need, it hurts to belong,&lt;br /&gt;It hurts to be the other part of someone else,&lt;br /&gt;Without either of your consent.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;But, from the moment it overtakes you,&lt;br /&gt;It hurts worse to be all alone.&lt;br /&gt;The risk of love never depletes;&lt;br /&gt;It grows stronger and more dangerous with time.&lt;br /&gt;But, it is in the total surrender of all defense,&lt;br /&gt;That we, no matter weak or strong,&lt;br /&gt;No matter willing or captive,&lt;br /&gt;No matter what, we truly experience love.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Despite the many things love is not,&lt;br /&gt;Outweighing it all are the things that love is.&lt;br /&gt;Love is surrender without a loss.&lt;br /&gt;It is a gift without the cost.&lt;br /&gt;It consumes your every thought and desire,&lt;br /&gt;Every breath you take.&lt;br /&gt;It is the fire that fuels you&lt;br /&gt;To do more than pass through life;&lt;br /&gt;It urges you, instead, to live.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;No matter the outcome, having felt love,&lt;br /&gt;You will never be the same.&lt;br /&gt;It may scar your heart and soul&lt;br /&gt;And leave you only memories of forever.&lt;br /&gt;Or, it may cause every day of your life&lt;br /&gt;To feel like there is no need for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;But, love is worth it. It is worth the risk...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;For in all of life,&lt;br /&gt;Love is truly the only risk worth taking.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*&lt;br /&gt;from a very close friend. Richie.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057590-114982158359587996?l=mikegaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/feeds/114982158359587996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057590&amp;postID=114982158359587996&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057590/posts/default/114982158359587996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057590/posts/default/114982158359587996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/2006/06/worthy-risk.html' title='Worthy Risk'/><author><name>mikegaven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11156436696309679368</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057590.post-114966388393978636</id><published>2006-06-07T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T15:35:04.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Difference</title><content type='html'>- I got this text message from a friend since in high school days. It's funny how she tells the difference of women with regards to age, in relevance to BED and STORY. Read along.&lt;br /&gt;=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Question&lt;/b&gt;: What is the difference among girls aged: 8, 18, 28, 38, 48, 58, and 68?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Answer&lt;/b&gt;: At age 8, you take her to bed and tell her a story. At age 18, you tell her a story and take her to bed. At age 28, you don't need to tell her a story to take her to bed. At age 38, she tells you a story and takes you to bed. At age 48, You tell her a story to avoid going to bed. At age 58, You stay in bed to avoid her story. At age 68, If you take her to bed, now that will be a story.&lt;br /&gt;=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Yesterday, I also got a hilarious text message from my girlfriend, in relevance to the &lt;b&gt;6-6-6&lt;/b&gt;(June 6, 2006) event. Read along.&lt;br /&gt;=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=&lt;br /&gt;"Today is 666(June 06, 2006) This is a once in a lifetime event.&lt;br /&gt;Never let this day past without greeting our love ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY SEX SEX SEX! (instead of SIX SIX SIX)&lt;br /&gt;=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057590-114966388393978636?l=mikegaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/feeds/114966388393978636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057590&amp;postID=114966388393978636&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057590/posts/default/114966388393978636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057590/posts/default/114966388393978636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/2006/06/difference.html' title='The Difference'/><author><name>mikegaven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11156436696309679368</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-8057590.post-114930289505229624</id><published>2006-06-03T10:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T15:35:04.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Stay Young</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I got this article in my email from a very good friend, I like the message it conveys. It's about a making positive view of  getting old and how to stay young in everything you do. Read along.&lt;br /&gt;=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;Art of  Aging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;by: George Carlin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you realize that the only time in our lives when we like to get old is when we're kids? If you're less than 10 years old, you're so excited about aging that you think in fractions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How old are you?"  "I'm four and a half!"  You're never thirty-six and a half.  You're four and a half, going on five!  That's the key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get into your teens, now they can't hold you back.  You jump to the next number, or even a few ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How old are you?"  "I'm gonna be 16!"  You could be 13, but hey, you're gonna be 16! And then the greatest day of your life . . . You become 21. Even the words sound like a ceremony . . YOU BECOME 21.  YESSSS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then you turn 30.  Oooohh, what happened there?  Makes you sound like bad milk! He TURNED; we had to throw him out.  There's no fun now, you're just a sour-dumpling.  What's wrong?  What's changed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You BECOME 21, you TURN 30, then you're PUSHING 40.  Whoa!  Put on the brakes, it's all slipping away. Before you know it, you REACH 50, and your dreams are gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wait!!!  You MAKE it to 60.  You didn't think you would!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you BECOME 21, TURN 30, PUSH 40, REACH 50 and MAKE it to 60.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've built up so much speed that you HIT 70! After that it's a day-by-day thing; you HIT Wednesday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get into your 80's and every day is a complete cycle; you HIT lunch; you TURN 4:30; you REACH bedtime.  And it doesn't end there.  Into the 90's, you start going backwards; "I Was JUST 92."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a strange thing happens.  If you make it over 100, you become a little kid again.  "I'm 100 and a half!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you all make it to a healthy 100 and a half!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HOW TO STAY YOUNG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Throw out nonessential numbers. This includes age, weight and height. Let the doctors worry about them.  That is why you pay "them!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Keep only cheerful friends. The grouches pull you down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Keep learning.  Learn more about the computer, arts &amp; crafts, cooking, style, fashion, gardening, music, movies, sports, books whatever.  Never let the brain idle.   "An idle mind is the devil's workshop."  And the devil's name is Alzheimer's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Enjoy the simple things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Laugh often, long and loud.  Laugh until you gasp for breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The tears happen.  Endure, grieve, and move on.  The only person, who is with us our entire life, is ourselves.  Be ALIVE while you are alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Surround yourself with what you love, whether it's family, pets, keepsakes, music, plants, hobbies, whatever.  Your home is your refuge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Cherish your health:  If it is good, preserve it.  If it is unstable, improve it.  If it is beyond what you can improve, get help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 Don't take guilt trips.  Take a trip to the mall, even to the next county; to a foreign country but NOT to where the guilt is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Tell the people you love that you love them, at every opportunity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Should I include Gossip????!!!!! ha ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND ALWAYS REMEMBER:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057590-114930289505229624?l=mikegaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/feeds/114930289505229624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057590&amp;postID=114930289505229624&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057590/posts/default/114930289505229624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057590/posts/default/114930289505229624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/2006/06/how-to-stay-young.html' title='How to Stay Young'/><author><name>mikegaven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11156436696309679368</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-8057590.post-114908981998321480</id><published>2006-05-31T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T15:35:04.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness</title><content type='html'>=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=&lt;br /&gt;"Why should we not have a good time&lt;br /&gt;from a part of our daily program?&lt;br /&gt;Why should not this enter into our&lt;br /&gt;great life plan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why should we serious and gloomy&lt;br /&gt;because we have to work for a living?&lt;br /&gt;There is a moral as well as healing&lt;br /&gt;influence in things which amuse and&lt;br /&gt;makes use enjoy life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one was ever spoiled by good humor,&lt;br /&gt;but tens of thousands have been made&lt;br /&gt;better by it. Fun is a good necessary to&lt;br /&gt;the wholeness of man as bread."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Dr. Sidney N. Bremer&lt;br /&gt;=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057590-114908981998321480?l=mikegaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/feeds/114908981998321480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057590&amp;postID=114908981998321480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057590/posts/default/114908981998321480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057590/posts/default/114908981998321480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/2006/05/happiness.html' title='Happiness'/><author><name>mikegaven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11156436696309679368</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-8057590.post-114904425245167704</id><published>2006-05-31T10:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T15:35:04.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness Come in Pieces</title><content type='html'>=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=&lt;br /&gt;Happiness is like a crystal,&lt;br /&gt;Fair and exquisite and clear,&lt;br /&gt;Broken in a million pieces,&lt;br /&gt;Shattered, scattered, far and near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now and then along life’s pathway,&lt;br /&gt;Some shining fragments fall;&lt;br /&gt;But there are so many pieces&lt;br /&gt;No one ever finds them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may find a bit of beauty&lt;br /&gt;Or an honest share of wealth,&lt;br /&gt;While another just beside you&lt;br /&gt;Gathers honor, love or health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vain to choose or grasp unduly,&lt;br /&gt;Broken is the perfect ball;&lt;br /&gt;And there are so many pieces&lt;br /&gt;No one ever finds them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet the wise, as on they journey,&lt;br /&gt;Treasure every fragment clear,&lt;br /&gt;Fit them as they come together,&lt;br /&gt;Imagining the shattered sphere,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning ever to be thankful,&lt;br /&gt;Though their share of it is small.&lt;br /&gt;For it has so many pieces,&lt;br /&gt;No one ever finds them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Priscilla Leonard&lt;br /&gt;=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057590-114904425245167704?l=mikegaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/feeds/114904425245167704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057590&amp;postID=114904425245167704&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057590/posts/default/114904425245167704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057590/posts/default/114904425245167704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/2006/05/happiness-come-in-pieces.html' title='Happiness Come in Pieces'/><author><name>mikegaven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11156436696309679368</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-8057590.post-114878993271517405</id><published>2006-05-28T12:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T15:35:04.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Go To Church?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If you're spiritually alive, you're going to love this! If you're spiritually dead, you won't want to read it. If you're spiritually curious, there is still hope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why Go To Church?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Church goer wrote a letter to the editor of a newspaper and complained that it made no sense to go to church every Sunday. "I've gone for 30 years now," he wrote, "and in that time I have heard something like 3,000 sermons. But for the life of me, I can't remember a single one of them. So, I think I'm wasting my time and the pastors are wasting theirs by giving sermons at all."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This started a real controversy in the "Letters to the Editor" column, much to the delight of the editor. It went on for weeks until someone wrote this clincher:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've been married for 30 years now. In that time my wife has cooked some 32,000 meals. But, for the life of me, I cannot recall the entire menu for a single one of those meals. But I do know this.. They all nourished me and gave me the strength I needed to do my work. If my wife had not given me these meals, I would be physically dead today. Likewise, if I had not gone to church for nourishment, I would be spiritually dead today!" When you are DOWN to nothing.... God is UP to something! Faith sees the invisible, believes the incredible and receives the impossible! Thank God for our physical AND our spiritual nourishment!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057590-114878993271517405?l=mikegaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/feeds/114878993271517405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057590&amp;postID=114878993271517405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057590/posts/default/114878993271517405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057590/posts/default/114878993271517405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/2006/05/why-go-to-church.html' title='Why Go To Church?'/><author><name>mikegaven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11156436696309679368</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-8057590.post-114878905562298230</id><published>2006-05-28T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T15:35:04.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TO MEET SUCH A MAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hi, here is another article from my email that got my attention, I like reading articles like these, it reminds me of something that life is worth living and filling it with little good deeds to people and strangers alike. Hmmm....anyways read on.&lt;br /&gt;=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=&lt;br /&gt;I sat, with two friends, in the picture window of a quaint restaurant just off the corner of the town-square. The food and the company were both especially good that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we talked, my attention was drawn outside, across the street. There, walking into town, was a man who appeared to be carrying all his worldly goods on his back. He was carrying, a well-worn sign that read, "I will work for  food." My heart sank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I broughthim to the attention of my friends and noticed that others around us had stopped eating to focus on him. Heads moved in a mixture of sadness and disbelief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We continued with our meal, but his image lingered in my mind.  We finished our meal and went our separate ways. I had errands to do and quickly set out to accomplish them.  I glanced toward the town square, looking somewhat halfheartedly for the strange visitor. I was fearful, knowing that seeing him again would call some response. I drove through town and saw nothing of him. I made some purchases at  a store and got back in my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep within me, the Spirit of God kept speaking to me: "Don't go back to the office until you've at least driven once more around the square."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then with some hesitancy, I headed back into town. As I turned the square's third corner, I saw him. He was standing on the steps of the store front church, going through his sack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped and looked; feeling both compelled to speak to him, yet wanting to drive on. The empty parking space on the corner seemed to be a sign from God: an invitation to park. I pulled in, got out and approached the town's newest visitor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Looking for the pastor?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not really," he replied, "just resting."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Have you eaten today?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, I ate something early this morning."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Would you like to have lunch with me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you have some work I could do for you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No work," I replied. "I commute here to work from the city, but I would like to take you to lunch."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sure," he replied with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he began to gather his things, I asked some surface questions.  Where you headed?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"St. Louis."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where you from?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, all over; mostlyFlorida."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How long you been walking?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fourteen years," came the reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew I had met someone unusual. We sat across from each other in the same restaurant I had left earlier. His face was weathered slightly beyond his 38 years. His eyes were dark yet clear, and he spoke with an eloquence and articulation that was startling.  He removed his jacket to reveal a bright red T-shirt that said, "Jesus is The Never Ending Story."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Daniel's story began to unfold. He had seen rough times early in life.  He'd made some wrong choices and reaped the consequences. Fourteen years earlier, while backpacking across the country, he had stopped on the beach in Daytona.  He tried to hire on with some men who were putting up a large tent and some equipment.  A concert, he thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was hired, but the tent would not house a concert but revival services, and in those services he saw life more clearly. He gave his life over to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing's been the same since," he said, "I felt the Lord telling me to  keep walking, and so I did, some 14 years now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ever think of stopping?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, once in a while, when it seems to get the best of me   But God has given me this calling. I give out Bibles . That's what's in my sack. I work to buy food and Bibles, and I give them out when His Spirit leads."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat amazed. My homeless friend was not homeless.   He was on a mission and lived this way by choice.  The question burned inside for a moment and  then I asked: "What's it like?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To walk into a town carrying all your things on your back and to show your sign?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, it was humiliating at first. People would stare and make comments. Once someone tossed a piece of half-eaten bread and made a gesture that certainly didn't make me feel welcome. But then it became humbling to realize that God was using me to touch lives and change people's concepts of other folks like me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My concept was changing, too. Wefinished our dessert and gathered his things. Just outside the door, he paused. He turned to me and said, "Come Ye blessed of my Father and inherit the kingdom I've prepared for you. For when I was hungry you gave me food, when I was thirsty you gave me drink, a stranger and you took me in."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt as if we were on holy ground. "Could you use another Bible?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said he preferred a certain translation. It traveled well and was not too heavy. It was also his personal favorite.  "I've read through it 14 times," he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not sure we've got one of those, but let's stop by our church and see"  I was able to find my new friend a Bible that would do well, and he seemed very grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where are you headed from here?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I found this little map on the back of this amusement park coupon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you hoping to hire on there for awhile?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, I just figure I should go there. I figure someone under that star&lt;br /&gt;right  there needs a Bible, so that's where I'm going next."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smiled, and the warmth of his spirit radiated the sincerity of his  mission. I drove him back to the town-square where we'd met two hours earlier, and as we drove, it started raining.  We parked and unloaded his things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Would you sign my autograph book?" he asked. "I like to keep messages from folks I meet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote in his little book that his commitment to his calling had touched my life. I encouraged him to stay strong.  And I left him with a verse of scripture from Jeremiah, "I know the plans I have for you, declared the Lord, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you; Plans to give you a future and a hope."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks, man," he said. "I know we just met and we're really just strangers, but I love you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know," I said, "I love you, too." "The Lord is good!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, He is. How long has it been since someone hugged you?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A longtime," he replied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so on the busy street corner in the drizzling rain, my new friend and I embraced, and I felt deep inside that I had been changed. He put his things on his back, smiled his winning smile and said, "See you in the New Jerusalem."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll be there!" was my reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He began his journey again. He headed away with his sign dangling from his bedroll a! nd pack of Bibles. He stopped, turned and said, "When you see something that makes you think of me, will you pray for  me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You bet," I shouted back, "God bless."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"God bless." And that was the last I saw of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late that evening as I left my office, the wind blew strong. The cold front had settled hard upon the town. I bundled up and hurried to my car. As I sat back and reached for the emergency brake, I saw them... a pair of well-worn brown work gloves neatly laid over the length of the handle. I picked them up and thought of my friend and wondered if his hands would staywarm that night without them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I remembered his words:  "If you see something that makes you think of me, will you pray for me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today his gloves lie on my desk in my office. They help me to see the world and its people in a new way, and they help me remember those two hours with my unique friend and to pray for his ministry.   "See you in ! the New Jerusalem," he said.  Yes, Daniel, I know I will...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this story touched you, forward it to a friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I shall pass this way but once. Therefore, any good that I can do or any kindness that I can show, let me do it now, for I shall not pass this way again."&lt;br /&gt;=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057590-114878905562298230?l=mikegaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/feeds/114878905562298230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057590&amp;postID=114878905562298230&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057590/posts/default/114878905562298230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057590/posts/default/114878905562298230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/2006/05/to-meet-such-man.html' title='TO MEET SUCH A MAN'/><author><name>mikegaven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11156436696309679368</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-8057590.post-114861669128742530</id><published>2006-05-26T12:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T15:35:03.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The story of the "Last Supper" Painting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.edugraphics.net/gg8-religion/posters/gg810-ls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.edugraphics.net/gg8-religion/posters/gg810-ls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post" align="justify"&gt;I don't know if this is true but I heard the story before during my elementary years in my ReEd class. Inline with the hype of The Da Vinci Code, let me publish this article I got from my email.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post" align="justify"&gt;It has been a tough week, so busy with work, I have to handle 1pm-7pm class, and some other reports/office paperworks to catchup during the past weeks, I apologize for not updating my Blog so often. I have been in a low state recently due to financial reasons, but I'm still hanging on. I know I can make it!!! I can make it. With prayers and understanding I can still walk tall and talk proud of my self. Let me finish this with the article itself.&lt;br /&gt;=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=&lt;br /&gt;The painting of the last supper is extremely interesting and instructive. The two incidents connected with it afford a most convincing lesson on the effects of right and wrong thinking in the life of a boy or a girl or of a man or a woman.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post" align="justify"&gt;Leonardo Da Vinci, a noted Italian artist, painted the Last Supper; and the time engaged for its completion was seven years. The figures representing the twelve apostles and Christ himself were painted from living persons. The life-model for the painting of the figure of Jesus was chosen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post" align="justify"&gt;When it was decided that Da Vinci would paint this great picture, hundreds and hundreds of young men were carefully viewed in an endeavor to find a face and personality exhibiting innocence and beauty, free from the scars and signs of dissipation caused by sin.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post" align="justify"&gt;Finally, after weeks of laborious searching, a young man nineteen years of age was selected as a model for the portrayal of Christ. For six months, Da Vinci worked on the production of this leading character of his famous painting. During the next six years, Da Vinci continued his labors on this sublime work of art. One by one, fitting persons were chosen to represent each of the eleven apostles; space being left for the painting of the figure representing Judas Iscariot as the final task of this masterpiece. This was the Apostle, you remember, who betrayed his Lord for 30 pieces of silver, worth in our present day, currency of $16.96.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post" align="justify"&gt;For weeks, Da Vinci searched for a man with a hard callous face, with a countenance marked by scars of avarice, deceit, hypocrisy, and crime; a face that would delineate a character who would betray his best friend.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post" align="justify"&gt;After many discouraging experiences in searching for the type of person required to represent Judas, word came to Da Vinci that a man whose appearance met his requirements had been found in a dungeon in Rome, sentenced to die for a life of crime and murder.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post" align="justify"&gt;Da Vinci made the trip to Rome at once, and this man was brought out from his imprisonment in the dungeon and led out into the light of the sun. There, Da Vinci saw before him a dark, swarthy man; his long, shaggy and unkempt hair sprawled over his face, which betrayed a character of viciousness and complete ruin. At last, the famous painter has found the person he wanted to represent the character of Judas in his painting.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post" align="justify"&gt;By special permission from the king, this prisoner was carried to Milan where the picture was being painted; and for months he sat before Da Vinci at appointed hours each day as the gifted artist diligently continued his task of transmitting to his painting this base character in the picture representing the traitor and betrayer of our savior.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post" align="justify"&gt;As he finished his last stroke, he turned to the guards and said, I have finished. You may take the prisoner away. As the guards were leading the prisoner away, he suddenly broke loose from their control and rushed up to Da Vinci, crying as he did so, O, Da Vinci, look at me! Do you not know who I am?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post" align="justify"&gt;Da Vinci, with the trained eyes of a great character student, carefully scrutinized the man upon whose face had constantly gazed for six months and replied, No, I have never seen you in my life until you were brought before me out of the dungeon in Rome.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post" align="justify"&gt;Then, lifting his eyes toward heaven, the prisoner said, Oh, God, have I fallen so low? Then turning his face to the painter he cried, Leonardo Da Vinci! Look at me again for I am the same man you painted just seven years ago as the figure of Christ.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post" align="justify"&gt;This is the true story of the painting of the Last Supper that teaches so strongly the lesson of the effects of right or wrong thinking on the life on an individual. Here was a young man whose character was so pure, unspoiled by the sins of the world that he represented the countenance of innocence and beauty fit to be used for the painting of a representation of Christ.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post" align="justify"&gt;But, within seven years, following the thoughts of sin and a life of crime, he was changed into a perfect picture of the most traitorous character ever known in the history of the world. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post" align="justify"&gt;=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=&lt;br /&gt;ciao&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057590-114861669128742530?l=mikegaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/feeds/114861669128742530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057590&amp;postID=114861669128742530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057590/posts/default/114861669128742530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057590/posts/default/114861669128742530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/2006/05/story-of-last-supper-painting_26.html' title='The story of the &quot;Last Supper&quot; Painting'/><author><name>mikegaven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11156436696309679368</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-8057590.post-114708537837158603</id><published>2006-05-08T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T15:35:03.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;*Arrrrrrgggggghhhhhh!!!!!!* O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M SO FREAKIN' OUT!!!!! WHY DO THEY HAVE TO DELETE THOSE FILES!!! I COULD $@^#%&amp;@#%$%&amp;amp;^&amp;(^*%&amp;amp;$%&amp;*%*&amp;amp;()_^*&amp;^$@%!@$!#^$%u%^&amp;amp;u!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Whew*, feels better now. For goodness sake, these ppl who deletes files should be given a sanction. N-E-V-E-R to use my PC again! Why I'm so furious? it's because these people who are priviledge enough to use my box, are abusing their right to the extent that they own the PC they are using, to the extent that they are deleting almost every file they think they don't like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday, I was able to download, Red Hat Linux Fedora Core release 5, in as much that I'm happy about it, I was able to get a copy from torrent servers, using Azureus Torrent Client. After downloading 3 Gigabytes of ISO Images, I decided to share the file to others coz that's what torrent all about sharing, since I downloaded 3Gb of data, it sounds fair to share what I have to others so that they too, can have a copy of Fedora Core release 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Bordeaux Binary Fedora Core 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FC-5-i386-disc1 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;655.39MB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FC-5-i386-disc2 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;668.16MB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FC-5-i386-disc3 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;687.61MB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FC-5-i386-disc4 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;687.51MB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FC-5-i386-disc5 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;369.79MB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FC-5-i386-rescuredisc &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;75.45Mb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A total of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.06Gb&lt;/span&gt; in size all in all. Last Saturday, I was supposed to BURN these files into CD, but due to a lot of paperworks, and other miscellaneous work in the office, I ended up postponing to write it by monday, that is today. I had prepared all the discs for the files, but ended up, dismayed after discovering all those files have been deleted. I can't believed it at first, I tried searching the whole drive, I tried asking my colleague if they happen to delete it or whatever, but they have no idea either. I was furious, and I have no choice but to download it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried using recovery software, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stellar Pheonix&lt;/span&gt;, remember the one my cousin asking me about. Yup, that was it, I was able to use it, and viola! I did recover it but not all, I was able to recover DISC 4 only and the rest was corrupted. Aww..too bad, no choice but to redownload again. Oh well, that's the use of bandwidth in the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of this writing, it's 50% done, 50% more within 4 hours, as if I will wait for that. By 7pm, I will have to go to my friends Cellphone repair shop and have my other phone repair the ON/OFF switch. After that dinner at home, and sleep early, my day has been so sleepy since I woke up in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*yawns* im sleepy still!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=-=-=-=-=&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to write about what happened yesterday, Beach outing, after beach outing, up to the time my eyes went blank. Updates tomorrow.  I have to go it's almost 7pm. Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;=-=-=-=-=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057590-114708537837158603?l=mikegaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/feeds/114708537837158603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057590&amp;postID=114708537837158603&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057590/posts/default/114708537837158603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057590/posts/default/114708537837158603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/2006/05/monday-blues.html' title='Monday Blues'/><author><name>mikegaven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11156436696309679368</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-8057590.post-114688750590380996</id><published>2006-05-06T11:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T15:35:03.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*puff, puff* - work work</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/229/528/1600/working.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/229/528/320/working.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; As promised, I will be working my ass out today, tehehehe...with a little or less idle musing and horsing around the office looking for excuses not to do my paperworks. Wait a minute, I just remembered I have to call my cousin today, he sent a message last night asking for favor. Oh well, maybe he will call/text again today. Hmmm, what else, I have to call AJ about tonight's dinner at Venice in Lapu-lapu, I just hope he is available. *scratches head, rolling the eyeballs in the ceiling....thinks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, enough thinking...is time for some quick action! Be back later in the afternoon for some  updates on my to-do list! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well ciao~&lt;br /&gt;=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;A little update.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;12:00nn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.avatarist.com/avatars/Logos/Food/KFC-Logo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 91px; height: 91px;" src="http://www.avatarist.com/avatars/Logos/Food/KFC-Logo.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Speaking of work, my younger brother Michael is now officially training as service crew in a fastfood restaurant (KFC).  KFC phoned him in morning to report this afternoon for training. I'm so happy for him, finally he can now save his own money and be able to appreciate hard earned cash. He(Michael) went to the office and ask for extra allowance for the day and later he came back again and ask for additional cash for hygienic requirements  of the job. He needed a haircut, eeek my budget for the day was ruined *X_x* . Anyways no worries ^_^. Good Luck on your Job Bro!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;*Im still working on my paper works ^_v*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Another update...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;5:00pm onwards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yey! it's almost time for me to go home. Another update of my progess....umm...right my to-do list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="textbigbold"&gt;do my super-duper paper works &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="textbigbold"&gt;prepare class materials for May 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="textbigbold"&gt;update my blog again for another entry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="textbigbold"&gt;errr..do whatever necessary to be done in the office.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="textbigbold"&gt;after 6pm, I'm going out with my Girlfriend and a friend to attend a dinner (party???) from another friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="textbigbold"&gt;10-11pm - home home home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="textbigbold"&gt;Fight another episode of my Insomnia attack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;right....here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;My paper works is 80% done, so basically it's a lot of progress compared to where I left it. I'm just gonna print a hard copy and keep the softcopy for safe keeping.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Materials...umm...there are no new materials yet for the opening of class, Services Department hasn't given us supplies for the new term.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yup, another entry was made, and I was happy about it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;errr.....collaborate with colleagues regarding pending paper works in the office. Just an isolated case of forgotten student record. (to be submitted before Wednesday)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's almost 6pm......I can't wait already&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm to go out yet so :P~&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yeah.....another episode of insomnia attack. Let me tell you about it, fortunately for me last night when I went to bed, it was already 1am, same routine, I change to a more comfortable clothes to sleep, I turned on the TV and set the timer to 30mins. Miraculously my eyes went blank before the timer was off....lucky!!!!  c", ). My insomnia stop??? Heheheh maybe it shied away when I was open and talking about it. Tehehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;So there. Aside from my task, my cousin dropped by the office, he was asking favor to look for a software called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stellar Pheonix,&lt;/span&gt; oh well, it was a data recovery software intended for FAT/FAT32/NTFS File Systems. He got himself a copy alright, what else. Bing dropped by early, we had a snacks in Chowking, Halo-Halo, and Ube flavored Buchi, after that I reported back to duty. Hmmmm....what else....oh let me print my progress report....byers.....'til next update...probably by Monday, May 8, 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057590-114688750590380996?l=mikegaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/feeds/114688750590380996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057590&amp;postID=114688750590380996&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057590/posts/default/114688750590380996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057590/posts/default/114688750590380996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/2006/05/puff-puff-work-work.html' title='*puff, puff* - work work'/><author><name>mikegaven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11156436696309679368</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-8057590.post-114683119970898411</id><published>2006-05-05T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T15:35:03.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG I have Insomnia!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yup, you've read it right, I have insomnia, and I'm not proud of it. Every night when I sleep, actually I can't sleep because of this sleeping disorder. Normally when I'm in my bed at 11pm-12midnight, I usually watch TV and set the timer to 1 hour to 1hr and 30 minutes(if I'm watching a nice movie), then I'd go to sleep with no problem in less than the specified time in the timer. But lately I have observed, that I can't sleep yet within an hour, so I've set the timer to another 30minutes, then 30 minutes more, day after day within the couple of weeks. Little did I noticed that, I usually been sleeping around two(2) in the morning, later 2:30am, then lately around 3:00am-4:00am. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Wow!! this sleeping disorder is killing me, it's cutting short of my time for sleeping. Before I was hit by insomnia, I used to wake up early in the morning around 6:30-7:00 in the morning, and have more time doing some chores, clean my room, do a little stretching, have a leisurely walk in the town plaza, prepare my clothes for work. But now, my normal waking time is around 10:30am-11:00am in the morning, errr..no more stretching, no more leisurely walks, no more time to arrange/clean my room. Luckily last week, I had to report 12nn in the office so I still have time to prepare my stuff and go to the office, But this week, my schedule had changed, our Operations Manager changed our time from 12nn-9pm to 9:00am- 6:00pm or 10:00am-7:00pm. So waking up late in the morning is not a good Idea anymore coz I'm gonna be late if that's the case. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Last Tuesday, I was late, I woke up almost 11am, and I have to report 10am, waaaaaaaa....I'm so so late! I hurriedly do my chores, took a bath, change to working clothes, and report to the office at around 12:30pm...wow, 2 hours and 30 minutes late. I'm sure I could get a memo for that incident. Last night I went home around 12 midnight, talked to my girlfriend on the phone for 5 minutes and started to relax so that I can sleep. The climate was so humid, I can't sleep, I set my electric fan to medium, so that it would compensate the humidity of the climate. I decided to watch National Geographic Special, it was part of the "Secret Bible Week" - It was about the Novel of Dan Brown The Da Vinci Code, hmmmm....interesting I said, I set the timer to 1hour and 30 minutes. After the show is over, I still couldn't sleep, it was already almost 2:00 in the morning. The timer is almost up, still I don't feel like sleeping. I set the timer again for another hour, I still can't sleep, this sleeping disorder thing is getting on my nerves, I'm getting irritated on the feeling that I can't sleep and thinking that I won't have enough sleep/rest grrrrrr.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; It was already 3:00 in the morning, I'm still struggling to make my ass to sleep, *O_o* OMG this is taking toll on me. I'm getting irritated again, I can't relax sleep, I am not comfortable because of the humidity. The TV is still on, I checked the timer, it's almost up, 10 more minutes. I did turn off the TV so that I could sleep, but to no avail, so I set the timer for another 30 minutes, and this time I couldn't care about what's showing on TV, I just want to sleep! I checked the time, it was already 3:30am, in an attempt of struggle, I closed my eyes and after a few minutes....my world went BLANK!!&lt;br&gt; &lt;span class="textbigbold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;span class="textbigbold"&gt;I woke up early, around 7:30 in the morning, whoa almost 4hrs of sleep, strange enough I'm not drowsy or something, it seems like I slept for more than 8 hours or something, I got up, do some stretching exercises, cleaned and arranged some stuffs in my room, I went out, around 8:30am, took my towel, soap, and toothbrush, so that I can take a fresh shower, and go to the office early. When I got downstairs, my&amp;nbsp; uncle is still awake and drunk, he kept on talking and nagging to everyone he see. I placed my towel and my soap on the side of the drum, then I went outside. My Uncle is a nice guy, a silent type of person and very observant, he just smokes on the corner. But when he's drunk, he nags and talks so much it annoys you. So you might want to avoid him when he is drunk, because if you don't&amp;nbsp; he will talk to you till he is done, and God knows when will he ever stop talking just about anything. So I decided to eat my breakfast at a nearby carenderia, after eating it was almost 9am, I didn't went back inside, coz I know my drunk uncle is still there. So I decided to have a little chat with our neighbor Nang Delia, since my Uncle is still talking/nagging around his drunkenness, I decided to go to my cousin's house and fix the Ragnarok game of my nephew, I took me almost an hour just to finalize the installation and testing of the Ragnarok Private Server. It was 9:45am, I'm going to be late. I hurriedly went inside, and luckily my uncle is already asleep, so I hurriedly took a bath, but when I checked the water on the drum, OMG it's so filthy dirty!!!! *X_x*. How can I take a bath with this water so dirty,&amp;nbsp; I removed the water from the drum, clean it, and fill it again with clean water...and it took me...the whole 15 minutes just to remove the dirty water, clean it up and started filling it in again. I have to wait for another 5-10 minutes just to be able to take a bath. There goes my early wake up call! I'm late again. *o_O*.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; I guess there is no use in getting in the office early then, what a great start of my day. Any ways, I decided not to hurry anymore and went on leisurely on getting dressed for office work. I picked my light orange polo, I ironed it, then after that, I casually walk outside, and started my stride to the jeepney stop where I could catch a jeep bound to SM. I checked my watch, it's almost 11am. Well, another hour late, so much for waking up early then.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; After I punched in to DTR machine, I went directly to my BOX, and checked my mails, I remembered that I have to upload the remaining pictures from our Medellin Trip to &lt;a class="moz-txt-link-freetext" href="http://www.photobucket.com"&gt;http://www.photobucket.com&lt;/a&gt; to which I did, after a few idle musings. I decided to re.configure the other machine for mySQL Database Engine, but still failing to start miserably. I decided to remove the mySQL 5.0 Service on the Windows 2000 Server, and installed a lower version 4 which still not working(maybe the machine needs to be restarted). Hmm....I remembered that the Fedora Core 5 download is done (the 1st ISO image series of&amp;nbsp; 5). I decided to download the remaining four ISO Image, but it would take a while for it to be downloaded, more or less a day for each ISO Image. Hmmm, I thought it would be better to download this using TORRENT, which Fedora Core have a ready link on the site,&amp;nbsp; I downloaded, the torrent file, and ask the permission of my supervisor to install the software call Azureus - a popular Bittorrent client just for the purpose of downloading the remaining ISO Images of Fedora Core 5 + 1 Rescue Disc. I had the go signal, and I queued the torrent file, and started downloading in no time. (If you are wondering what is Fedora Core and why I am so eager to have a copy, it's a Linux Operating System from Redhat Enterprises, the next version of Redhat Linux 9.)&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Lunch came, my officemate(Jun) decided to eat lunch outside SM so that we can save, in the carenderia we used to eat, I ate chicken curry + 2 servings of rice(actually it only 1 1/2, I gave the other half to Jun) + 3 Glass of water. After lunch, went back in the office, this time I decided to update my BLOG. I'm having a hard time updating it, coz I'm confuse, errr.....don't really know what to update. I'm jumping from one idea to the other, I guess my mind and idea is not really that cohesive at the moment, then suddenly I focused on one topic, then here is another boring entry to my blog. But of course, there are other things I've done while&amp;nbsp; updating it, like: &lt;br&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="textbigbold"&gt;I have to check some of the pending grades, hopefully it would be done tomorrow(SATURDAY)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="textbigbold"&gt;Answer some phone calls from my previous students&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="textbigbold"&gt;Recalibrate/reconfigure mySQL from other server&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="textbigbold"&gt;Reconfigure Mozilla ThunderBird Email client so that SMTP server would sent emails&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="textbigbold"&gt;Organize my ideas so that I can publish another entry for my BLOG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="textbigbold"&gt;Configure my blogger account so that I can publish entries through emails(not ever having to login to &lt;a class="moz-txt-link-freetext" href="http://www.blogger.com"&gt;http://www.blogger.com&lt;/a&gt;, and create a post then publish).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="textbigbold"&gt;Anticipate, anticipate, anticipate for the Fedora Core to finish downloading(by the way it's already done, I'm gonna burn them to a disc tomorrow). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;span class="textbigbold"&gt;Hmmm...what else....I guess I wasn't really productive in the office today, errr...yeah...my bad. But not to worry, I'm gonna do my paperworks tomorrow, so&amp;nbsp; no worries. as in "super-duper paper works only " work, after burning the Fedora Core CD's tehehehe :)&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;b&gt;Plans for tomorrow:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;ol&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="textbigbold"&gt;do my super-duper paper works&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="textbigbold"&gt;prepare class materials for May 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="textbigbold"&gt;update my blog again for another entry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="textbigbold"&gt;errr..do whatever necessary to be done in the office.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="textbigbold"&gt;after 6pm, I'm going out with my Girlfriend and a friend to attend a dinner (party???) from another friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="textbigbold"&gt;10-11pm - home home home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="textbigbold"&gt;Fight another episode of my Insomnia attack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;   &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt; &lt;span class="textbigbold"&gt;&lt;br&gt; Lastly let me leave you with a quote from Harry Emerson Fosdick &lt;br&gt; =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="textbigbold"&gt;&amp;#8220;The facts of existence are like so much loose type which can be set up into many meanings. One man leaves these facts in chaotic disarrangement or stets them up into cynical affirmations, and he exists. But another man takes the same facts and by spiritual insight makes them mean glorious things and he lives.&amp;#8221;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span  class="textbigbold"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="textbig"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="textbigbold"&gt;=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;i&gt;**errr...this is not the update I've mentioned earlier. ^_v&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057590-114683119970898411?l=mikegaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/feeds/114683119970898411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057590&amp;postID=114683119970898411&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057590/posts/default/114683119970898411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057590/posts/default/114683119970898411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/2006/05/omg-i-have-insomnia.html' title='OMG I have Insomnia!!!'/><author><name>mikegaven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11156436696309679368</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-8057590.post-114681037081181125</id><published>2006-05-05T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T15:35:03.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Hi....I miss my blog.....Im gonna update my blog real soon. Im currently doing the weekly update now, so hang on tight..coz this is gonna be one good ride :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057590-114681037081181125?l=mikegaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/feeds/114681037081181125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057590&amp;postID=114681037081181125&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057590/posts/default/114681037081181125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057590/posts/default/114681037081181125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/2006/05/hi.html' title='Hi'/><author><name>mikegaven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11156436696309679368</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057590.post-114621646352014782</id><published>2006-04-28T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T15:35:03.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Echoes of the HEART</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;from my mail.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we close our eyes and just listen to the echoes of our hearts. We all fall inlove and there are times when we love so much that we lose ourselves in our emotions.More often than not we wonder why there are love that grows and love that grows cold. We would start to search for answers and try to find where we have gone wrong. But in the end we find ourselves where we started for we cannot questions LOVE when it has its own reasons. Many of us believe that love is forever, that love never dies, only to be disillusioned in the end when we find our hearts empty and our hearts longing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We mistakenly looked at love as a need to be fulfilled. But Love is only a gist to us,we should not hold it in our hands. For we may never find the strength to let ot go when it decides to leave. We should only embrace its warmth and glow while its lasts and then freely open our arms when its time to say GOODBYE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we fall inlove with someone, we dont want that feeling to end. For its everything that we wanted to be. we pray that LOVE will stay and grow in our hearts. But if it doesnt then we should never let our lives be taken by it. For it should not end where our heartaches begin. There is always a reason why we have to move on when we have to say goodbye to the feelings that we wanted to stay forever. Let us not wave our hands with a heavy heart that we will have to set its wings free and find the place where it belongs. We may have lost it but then again when we close our eyes and listen to the echoes of our HEARTS, we will hear that feeling resounding silently forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then well know that it has never left us, For the good that we have become because of LOVE will always stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will always be there reminding us that we should be thankful and happy not because we have lost LOVE, but because for once in our lives that feelings is in our hearts and made us happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Anonymous&lt;br /&gt;=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057590-114621646352014782?l=mikegaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/feeds/114621646352014782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057590&amp;postID=114621646352014782&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057590/posts/default/114621646352014782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057590/posts/default/114621646352014782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/2006/04/echoes-of-heart.html' title='Echoes of the HEART'/><author><name>mikegaven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11156436696309679368</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-8057590.post-114542805287166005</id><published>2006-04-19T14:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T15:35:03.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>60 seconds of Eternity</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="textbigbold"&gt;=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=&lt;br /&gt;I have just only a minute left,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Only sixty seconds left,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Forced upon me – cannot refuse it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But it’s up to me to use it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Give account if I abuse it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just a tiny little minute –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But ETERNITY IS IN IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="textbigbold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Anonymous&lt;br /&gt;=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057590-114542805287166005?l=mikegaven.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057590.post-114533055404103784</id><published>2006-04-18T11:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T15:35:03.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminder</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="textbigbold"&gt;=-=-=--=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=&lt;br /&gt;Forget the days when it’s been cloudy,&lt;br /&gt;But don’t forget your hours in the sun…&lt;br /&gt;Forget about the time you’ve been defeated,&lt;br /&gt;But don’t forget the victories you’ve won…&lt;br /&gt;Forget about the mistakes that you can change now,&lt;br /&gt;But don’t forget the lessons that you’ve learned…&lt;br /&gt;Forget about misfortunes you’ve encountered,&lt;br /&gt;But don’t forget the times your luck has turned…&lt;br /&gt;Forget about the days when you’ve been lonely,&lt;br /&gt;But don’t forget the friendly smiles you’ve seen…&lt;br /&gt;Forget about the plans that didn’t seem to work out right,&lt;br /&gt;But don’t forget to hope and always have a dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="textbig"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="textbigbold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Amanda Bradley&lt;br /&gt;=-=-=--=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057590-114533055404103784?l=mikegaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/feeds/114533055404103784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057590&amp;postID=114533055404103784&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057590/posts/default/114533055404103784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057590/posts/default/114533055404103784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/2006/04/reminder.html' title='Reminder'/><author><name>mikegaven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11156436696309679368</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-8057590.post-114475861995270507</id><published>2006-04-11T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T15:35:03.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk Don't Ride</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Walk don't ride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Fr. Jerry Orbos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It is Holy Week. This week is the most important week for us Christians. In fact, it is more important than Christmas because if Christ did not suffer, die and rise again (Paschal Mystery) there would have been no salvation. The events of this week, starting with Palm Sunday, the Last Supper, the Way of the Cross, the Crucifixion and Death, the Easter Vigil, and Easter itself have only one clear message: You and I are so much loved personally by God that He gave His only Son to die on the Cross. Think about it: Is there anyone, anyone at all in your life, who is willing to die for you? (Maybe your husband is with you right now. Ask him, if he is willing to die for you!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the events of the Holy Week unfold, let us not just be by standers or onlookers. Let us be a part of it all. Walk, don't ride. How high you fly at Easter depend on how you walked the Holy Week. Sorry, there  are no short cuts, no free rides in the business of saving one's soul. Here are some suggestions to make Holy Week holy. They are all doable, all valuable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RELAX&lt;/span&gt;: Many of us are over worked and overstressed. We need to rest our bodies and our minds so that we can "fine tune" with ourselves, with other people and with God. Take a break. Take a walk. Commune with nature. See the sunset. Enjoy the moon. Close your cellular phone and your beeper and just allow yourself to be open to the divine. Let go. Let things be. God is in charge. Experience the restoring power of sleep and rest. Smile at the sky. Walk the earth. Whistle a happy tune, or hum a favorite melody. Just thank God you are still alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;REFLECT&lt;/span&gt;: Find time to relax so you can reflect. Don't end up just relaxing. Don't end up tired and empty because you were too busy to relax and thus found no time to slow down and reflect. How long has it been now  since you have been in this world? What have you done? You have  work, but do you have a life? What is really important for you? What do you still want to do or accomplish? How is your family and your relationships? And how are you relating with your God? Is there an area in your life that needs to be healed? Is there excess luggage in your heart? How would you like to be remembered after you are gone? Questions. Allow yourself to be questioned by life itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;REPENT&lt;/span&gt;: We all fall. We all have mistakes and weaknesses. Accept your limitations. Welcome to humanity! Be humble. Visit the "red light" district in the church and make a good confession. It's the Jubilee Year. Make that general confession. Find time to say sorry to people you may&lt;br /&gt;have hurt or just taken for granted. Make time to visit, to write, to call, to text anyone you need to say sorry to. Is there one bad habit you need to give up? Is there one good  habit you need to take up? This is the time for soul-searching. Promise yourself not to go back to the pit of selfishness and sin. If today you hear His voice, harden not your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RENEW&lt;/span&gt;: Take time to recharge and just be filled up. Renew your contact with God. Don't just sit in the comforts of your home and watch the services of the Holy Week. Make the sacrifice of participating in church. Show your gratitude to the Lord. Make that Bisita Iglesia, that Via&lt;br /&gt;Crucis, that Easter Vigil and do it all with gratitude and love. Renew ties with your immediate family. Make yourself available and vulnerable to them. Tell them in so many ways that you really care. The world is not just you and your family. Reach out. Give and share. The time to give is always now and it is never too late, never too much. Make a generous donation. Go and visit a hospital, an orphanage, an old folks' home or a sick person. It would be more  wonderful if you can do all these with your family. Renew your contact with yourself. Go over old pictures, old letters and files and remember who you were and what you wanted to be. Clean your room and clean your heart of all the could-have-beens and should-have-beens and accept yourself. Embrace yourself for what you are and what you still can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RESIGN&lt;/span&gt;: That's right, resign. Resign from places and people who do not bring the best in you. Resign from vices and sins that are slowly but surely eating you up. Resign from falsehood and pretenses. Be true. Have substance. No more japorms. No more papogi. Just give your very best and God will take care of the rest. Resign to God's will and God's plan for you and you will have peace-that peace of Easter, that peace, which the world cannot give or take away. Good luck, and all the best as you walk the Holy Week. The road that leads to true life is never easy, but the  assurance is there: It is a road that leads to life, and He himself is on the road with you, every step along the way.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Moment with the Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, help me walk another mile, and help me smile another smile. Just one more smile as I walk the Holy Week with You. Amen.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057590-114475861995270507?l=mikegaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/feeds/114475861995270507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057590&amp;postID=114475861995270507&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057590/posts/default/114475861995270507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057590/posts/default/114475861995270507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/2006/04/walk-dont-ride.html' title='Walk Don&apos;t Ride'/><author><name>mikegaven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11156436696309679368</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-8057590.post-114345001413795347</id><published>2006-03-27T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T15:35:03.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A greedy Ambition</title><content type='html'>=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-&lt;br /&gt;"A selfish ambition is a fatal guide, and will surely wreck the happiness of those who follow it. It will rob one of all that it is dearest and sweetest in life. It will murder his enjoyment as he goes along by holding up alluring pictures of the future, which will never become realities. Oh, what a fatal price men have paid for the mad following of this greedy ambition! What tragedies have followed it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Dr. Sidney N. Bremer&lt;br /&gt;=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057590-114345001413795347?l=mikegaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/feeds/114345001413795347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057590&amp;postID=114345001413795347&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057590/posts/default/114345001413795347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057590/posts/default/114345001413795347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/2006/03/greedy-ambition.html' title='A greedy Ambition'/><author><name>mikegaven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11156436696309679368</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-8057590.post-114326787745758925</id><published>2006-03-25T14:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T15:35:03.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Between Rich &amp; Poor People</title><content type='html'>=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=&lt;br /&gt;One day, the father of a very wealthy family took his son on a trip to the country with the express purpose of showing him how poor people live.&lt;br /&gt;They spent a couple of days and nights on the farm of what would be considered a very poor family.&lt;br /&gt;On their return from their trip, the father asked his son, "How was the trip?"&lt;br /&gt;"It was great, Dad."&lt;br /&gt;"Did you see how poor people live?" the father asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh yeah," said the son.&lt;br /&gt;"So, tell me, what did you learn from the trip?" asked the father.&lt;br /&gt;The son answered:&lt;br /&gt;"I saw that we have one dog and they had four.&lt;br /&gt;We have a pool that reaches to the middle of our garden and they have a creek that has no end.&lt;br /&gt;We have imported lanterns in our garden and they have the stars at night.&lt;br /&gt;Our patio reaches to the front yard and they have the whole horizon.&lt;br /&gt;We have a small piece of land to live on and they have fields that go beyond our sight.&lt;br /&gt;We have servants who serve us, but they serve others.&lt;br /&gt;We buy our food, but they grow theirs.&lt;br /&gt;We have walls around our property to protect us, they have friends to protect them."&lt;br /&gt;The boy's father was speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then his son added, "Thanks Dad for showing me how poor we are."&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Isn't perspective a wonderful thing?  Makes you wonder what would happen if we all gave thanks for everything we have, instead of worrying about what we don't have.  &lt;br /&gt;=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057590-114326787745758925?l=mikegaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/feeds/114326787745758925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057590&amp;postID=114326787745758925&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057590/posts/default/114326787745758925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057590/posts/default/114326787745758925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/2006/03/between-rich-poor-people.html' title='Between Rich &amp; Poor People'/><author><name>mikegaven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11156436696309679368</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-8057590.post-114310233419825585</id><published>2006-03-23T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T15:35:03.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>little acts of kindness</title><content type='html'>It has been a while since my last post. It has been two weeks already, and during those weeks, I have been problematic about my personal life. Domestic problems, is already taking its toll on me and it's eating my time and crunching it's way to me psychologically and financially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time I have faced this kind of problem in my life, though I have seen it coming, I can't just escape away from it's clutches, in one way or the other, I will have to face this demon. So better face this early than later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck, that I may survived in this ordeal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, here is an inspiration thought from the great William Wordsworth.&lt;br /&gt;=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=&lt;br /&gt;“The best portion of a  good man’s life, his little nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and love.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;William Wordsworth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057590-114310233419825585?l=mikegaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/feeds/114310233419825585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057590&amp;postID=114310233419825585&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057590/posts/default/114310233419825585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057590/posts/default/114310233419825585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/2006/03/little-acts-of-kindness.html' title='little acts of kindness'/><author><name>mikegaven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11156436696309679368</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-8057590.post-114191930784293240</id><published>2006-03-09T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T15:35:03.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Philippines Through A Korean's Eyes</title><content type='html'>From my mail, a heartwarming essay about Filipino's from a Korean's observation. If you are a Filipino, you should read on.&lt;br /&gt;=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=&lt;br /&gt;Philippines Through A Korean's Eyes&lt;br /&gt;Dec 20, '05 5:14 AM ET&lt;br /&gt;by Kent Bryan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you know, we have plenty of Koreans currently studying in the Philippines to take advantage of our cheaper tuition fees and learn English at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an essay written by a Korean student i want to share with you. (Never mind the grammar; it's theCONTENT that counts) Maybe it is timely to think about this in the midst of all the confusion at present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/229/528/1600/korea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/229/528/320/korea.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY SHORT ESSAY ABOUT THE PHILIPPINES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;by Jaeyoun Kim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filipinos always complain about the corruption in thePhilippines. Do you really think the corruptionis the problem of the Philippines? I do not think so. I stronglybelieve that the problem is the lack oflove for the Philippines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Let me first talk about my country, Korea. It might help you understand my point. After the Korean War, South Korea was one of the poorest countries in the world. Koreans had to start from scratch because entire country was destroyed after the Korean War, and we had no natural resources. Koreans used to talk about thePhilippines, for Filipinos were very rich in Asia. We envy Filipinos. Koreans really wanted to be well off like Filipinos. Many Koreans died of famine. My father &amp; brother also died because of famine. Korean government was very corrupt and is still very corrupt beyond your imagination, but Koreawas able to develop dramatically because Koreans really did their best for the common good with their heart burning with patriotism. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koreans did not work just for themselves but also for their neighborhood and country.Education inspired young men with the spirit of patriotism.40 years ago, President Park took over the government to reform Korea. He tried to borrow money from other countries, but it was not possible to get a loan and attract a foreign investment because the economic situation of South Korea was so bad. Korea had only three factories. So, PresidentPark sent many mine workers and nurses to Germany so that they could send money to Korea to build a factory.They had to go through horrible experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In 1964, President Park visited Germany to borrow money. Hundred of Koreans in Germany came to the airport to welcome him and cried there as they saw the President Park. They asked to him, "President, when can we be well off?" That was the only question everyone asked to him. President Park cried with them and promised them that Korea would be well off if everyone works hard for Korea, and the President of Germany got the strong impression on them and lent money to Korea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, President Parkwas able to build many factories in Korea. He always asked Koreans to love their country from their heart. Many Korean scientists and engineers in the USA came back to Koreato help developing country because they wanted their country to be well off. Though they received very small salary, they did their best for Korea. They always hoped that their children would live in well off country. My parents always brought me to the places where poor and physically handicapped people live. They wanted me tounderstand their life and help them. I also worked for Catholic Church when I was in the army. The only thing I learned from Catholic Church was that we have to love our neighborhood. And, I have loved my neighborhood. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you cried for the Philippines? I have cried for my country several times. I also cried for the Philippines because of so many poor people. I have been to the New Bilibid prison. What made me sad in the prison were the prisoners who do not have any love for their country. They go to mass and work for Church. They pray everyday. However, they do not love the Philippines. I talked to two prisoners at the maximum-security compound, and both of them said that they would leave the Philippines right after they are released from the prison. They said that they would start a new life in other countries and never come back to the Philippines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many Koreans have a great love for Korea so that we were able to share our wealth with our neighborhood. The owners of factory and company were distributed their profit to their employees fairly so that employees could buy what they needed and saved money for the future and their children. When I was in Korea, I had a very strong faith and wanted to be a priest. However, when I came to thePhilippines, I completely lost my faith. I was very confused when I saw many unbelievable situations in the Philippines. Street kids always make me sad, and I see them everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Philippines is the only Catholic country in Asia, but there are too many poor people here. People go to church every Sunday to pray, but nothing has been changed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. My parents came to the Philippines last week and saw this situation.They told me that Korea was much poorer than the present Philippines when they were young. They are so sorry that there are so many beggars and street kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we went to Pasangjan, I forced my parents to take a boat because it would fun. However, they were not happy after taking a boat. They said that they would not take the boat again because they were sympathized the boatmen, for the boatmen were very poor and had a small frame. Most of people just took a boat and enjoyed it. But, my parents did not enjoy it because of love for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My mother who has been working for Catholic Church since I was very young told me that, if we just go to mass without changing ourselves, we are not Catholic indeed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Faith should come with action. She added that I have to love Filipinos and do good things for them because all of us are same and have received a great love from God. I want Filipinos to love their neighborhood and country as much as they love God so that thePhilippines will be well off. I am sure that love is the keyword, which Filipinos should remember. We cannot change the sinful structure at once. It should start from person. Love must start in everybody, in a s mall scale and have to grow. A lot of things happen if we open up to love. Let's put away our prejudices and look at our worries with our new eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I discover that every person is worthy to be loved. Trust in love,because it makes changes possible. Love changes you and me. It changes people, contexts and relationships. It changes the world. Please love your neighborhood and country. Jesus Christ said that whatever we do to others we do to Him. In the Philippines, there is God for people who are abused and abandoned. There is God who is crying for love. If you have a child, teach them how to love the Philippines. Teach them why they have to love their neighborhood and country. You already know that God also will be very happy if you love others. That's all I really want to ask you Filipinos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mekar.com.bn/org/acoci/images/Philippine_Flag.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 91px" height="91" alt="" src="http://www.mekar.com.bn/org/acoci/images/Philippine_Flag.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don't need to say more, even me is guilty of this sometimes. Let's just face it, somehow, in one way or the other, he is right, and we are guilty from his/her observation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If you are a Filipino, please let us do our part even how small it is to do our share of loving our country, for the common good of MEN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(PS: To all FILIPINOS: Please repost this article in your BLOG/email/website/etc)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057590-114191930784293240?l=mikegaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/feeds/114191930784293240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057590&amp;postID=114191930784293240&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057590/posts/default/114191930784293240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057590/posts/default/114191930784293240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/2006/03/philippines-through-koreans-eyes.html' title='Philippines Through A Korean&apos;s Eyes'/><author><name>mikegaven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11156436696309679368</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-8057590.post-114161411139823988</id><published>2006-03-06T10:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T15:35:03.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heaven is our true Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="textbigbold" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;We are in this life as if we were in another man’s house. Heaven is our home, in this world is our Inn. Do not so entertain yourself in the Inn of this world for a day as to have your mind with a drawn from longing after your true Heavenly Home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-Bella Angeles Abangan&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057590-114161411139823988?l=mikegaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/feeds/114161411139823988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057590&amp;postID=114161411139823988&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057590/posts/default/114161411139823988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057590/posts/default/114161411139823988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/2006/03/heaven-is-our-true-home.html' title='Heaven is our true Home'/><author><name>mikegaven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11156436696309679368</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-8057590.post-114137052102004409</id><published>2006-03-03T15:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T15:35:03.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change and Renew YOU!</title><content type='html'>“&lt;strong&gt;The greatest virtue of man in his ability to correct his mistakes and continually to make a new man of himself.”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Wan Yang-Ming&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057590-114137052102004409?l=mikegaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/feeds/114137052102004409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057590&amp;postID=114137052102004409&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057590/posts/default/114137052102004409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057590/posts/default/114137052102004409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/2006/03/change-and-renew-you.html' title='Change and Renew YOU!'/><author><name>mikegaven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11156436696309679368</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-8057590.post-114066422693856313</id><published>2006-02-23T11:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T15:35:02.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness in Selfless Service</title><content type='html'>"&lt;strong&gt;Real happiness is more of a habit than a goal, more of an attitude than an attainment. It is the companion of cheerfulness, not the creature of circumstances. Happiness is what overtakes us when we forget ourselves, when we learn to open our eyes in optimism and close the door in the face of defeat. We win happiness when we lose ourselves in service to others&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Bella Angeles Abangan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057590-114066422693856313?l=mikegaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/feeds/114066422693856313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057590&amp;postID=114066422693856313&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057590/posts/default/114066422693856313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057590/posts/default/114066422693856313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/2006/02/happiness-in-selfless-service.html' title='Happiness in Selfless Service'/><author><name>mikegaven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11156436696309679368</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057590.post-114042995583313614</id><published>2006-02-20T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T15:35:02.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work with a Golden Heart</title><content type='html'>"&lt;strong&gt;All that is necessary to break the spell of frustration is this: Act as if were impossible to fail. That is the Talisman formula, the command of right about face which turns us from failure towards success&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Dorothea Bronde&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057590-114042995583313614?l=mikegaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/feeds/114042995583313614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057590&amp;postID=114042995583313614&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057590/posts/default/114042995583313614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057590/posts/default/114042995583313614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/2006/02/work-with-golden-heart.html' title='Work with a Golden Heart'/><author><name>mikegaven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11156436696309679368</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-8057590.post-114024305989429417</id><published>2006-02-18T14:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T15:35:02.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~DEATH~</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~DEATH~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW TO EXPLAIN IT WONDERFULLY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=&lt;br /&gt;A sick man turned to his doctor,&lt;br /&gt;as he was preparing to leave the examination room and said,&lt;br /&gt;"Doctor, I am afraid to die.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what lies on the other side."&lt;br /&gt;Very quietly, the doctor said, "I don't know."&lt;br /&gt;"You don't know?&lt;br /&gt;You, a Christian man, do not know what is on the other side?"&lt;br /&gt;The doctor was holding the handle of the door;&lt;br /&gt;on the other side came a sound of scratching and whining,&lt;br /&gt;and as he opened the door,&lt;br /&gt;a dog sprang into the room&lt;br /&gt;and leaped on him with an eager show of gladness.&lt;br /&gt;Turning to the patient, the doctor said,&lt;br /&gt;"Did you notice my dog?&lt;br /&gt;He's never been in this room before.&lt;br /&gt;He didn't know what was inside.&lt;br /&gt;He knew nothing except that his master was here,&lt;br /&gt;and when the door opened, he sprang in without fear.&lt;br /&gt;I know little of what is on the other side of death,&lt;br /&gt;but I do know one thing...&lt;br /&gt;I know my Master is there and that is enough."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/229/528/320/ShowLetter.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057590-114024305989429417?l=mikegaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/feeds/114024305989429417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057590&amp;postID=114024305989429417&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057590/posts/default/114024305989429417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057590/posts/default/114024305989429417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/2006/02/death.html' title='~DEATH~'/><author><name>mikegaven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11156436696309679368</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057590.post-113988072803965525</id><published>2006-02-14T09:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T15:35:02.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentines Day</title><content type='html'>Hey!! Happy Hearts Day to all!!! No additional comment whatsoever, no romantic blah blah's from me this HEART'S DAY. Just think it through, that it's a special day for all hearts who in someways have love, had loved, and will be loving. Good Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight im going to have dinner with my girlfriend, after that...watch a movie. Oh, im gonna buy her flowers too! Im missing her a lot! I miss my baby.&lt;br /&gt;=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=&lt;br /&gt;Here is another poem about VALENTINES from the wires:&lt;br /&gt;=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy is love’s music.&lt;br /&gt;Peace is love’s agreement.&lt;br /&gt;Long suffering is love’s endurance.&lt;br /&gt;Kindness is love’s service.&lt;br /&gt;Goodness is love’s gift.&lt;br /&gt;Faithfulness is love’s measure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-John Haggai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057590-113988072803965525?l=mikegaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/feeds/113988072803965525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057590&amp;postID=113988072803965525&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057590/posts/default/113988072803965525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057590/posts/default/113988072803965525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentines Day'/><author><name>mikegaven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11156436696309679368</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-8057590.post-113957357677957150</id><published>2006-02-10T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T15:35:02.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Husband Store</title><content type='html'>From my mail: For all woman who wants a perfect husband should by from this store.&lt;br /&gt;=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=&lt;br /&gt;A store that sells husbands has just opened in New York City,where a woman may go to choose a husband.  Among the instructions atthe entrance is a description of how the store operates. You mayvisit the store ONLY ONCE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are six floors and the attributes of the men increase as theshopper ascends the flights. There is, however, a catch.... you maychoose any man from a particular floor, or you may choose to go up afloor, but you cannot go back down except to exit the building!So, a woman goes to the Husband Store to find a husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the first floor the sign on the door reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Floor 1&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;These men have jobs and love the Lord.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second floor sign reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Floor 2&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;These men have jobs, love the Lord, and love kids&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The third floor sign reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Floor 3&lt;/strong&gt; - These &lt;em&gt;men have jobs, love the Lord, love kids, and are extremely good looking&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wow," she thinks, but feels compelled to keep going.She goes to the fourth floor and sign reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Floor 4&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;These men have jobs, love the Lord, love kids, are drop- dead good looking and help with the housework&lt;/em&gt;. "Oh, mercy me!" she exclaims, "I can hardly stand it!"Still, she goes to the fifth floor and sign reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Floor 5&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;These men have jobs, love the Lord, love kids, are drop- dead gorgeous, help with the  housework, and have a strong romantic streak&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is so tempted to stay, but she goes to the sixth floor and the sign reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Floor 6&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;You are visitor 4,363,012th  to this floor&lt;/em&gt;. There are no men on this floor.&lt;br /&gt;This floor exists solely as proof that women are impossible to please.Thank you for shopping at the Husband Store. Watch your step as you exit the building, and have a nice day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please send this to all men for a good laugh and to all the women who can handle the truth!&lt;br /&gt;=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=&lt;br /&gt;"No one falls in love by choice, it is by CHANCE.No one stays in love by chance, it is by WORK.And no one falls out of love by chance, it is by CHOICE."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057590-113957357677957150?l=mikegaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/feeds/113957357677957150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057590&amp;postID=113957357677957150&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057590/posts/default/113957357677957150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057590/posts/default/113957357677957150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/2006/02/husband-store.html' title='The Husband Store'/><author><name>mikegaven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11156436696309679368</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-8057590.post-113947212714250904</id><published>2006-02-09T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T15:35:02.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>31 Ways To Make A Girl Smile</title><content type='html'>Well, since it's almost HEARTS day, here is another list of ways you can make your special someone(girl) happy. Read on&lt;br /&gt;=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=&lt;br /&gt;1. Tell her she is beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Hold her hand at any moment . . . even if its just for a second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Hug her from behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Leave her voice or txt messages to wake up to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Wrestle with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Don't go hang out with your ex when she's notwith you, you might not relize how badly it hurts her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If youre talking to another girl, when you're done talking, walk over and hug her and kiss her....let her know she's yours and they aren't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Write her notes or call her just to say "hi".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Introduce her to your friends . . . as yourgirlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Play with her hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Pick her up (she loves it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Get upset if another guy touches her and she doesn't like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Make her laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Let her fall asleep in your arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. If she's mad at you, kiss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. If you care about her, then TELL HER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Every guy should give their girl 3 things:&lt;br /&gt;    1-a stuffed animal(she'll hug it every time she goes to sleep)&lt;br /&gt;    2- jewelry (she'll treasure it forever)&lt;br /&gt;    3-his t-shirts (she'll most likely wear it to bed)or sweatshirts sprayed with his cologne!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Treat her the same around your friends as you do when you're alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Look her in the eyes and smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Hang out with her on weekends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.Kiss her in the rain (girls love this).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.Kiss her just for the heck of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. If your listening to music, let her listen too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Remember her birthday and get her something even if its simple and inexpensive, it came fromYOU. it means the WORLD to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. When she gives you a present on your birthday, Christmas, or just whenever, take it and tell her you love it, even if you don't (it'll make her happy.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Always call her when you say you will, it may not seem like it, but it does hurt her and makes her think you don't care so call even if you can only talk for a minute. Girls don't necessarily have to have hour long conversations every night but its nice for us to hear your voice even for a quick hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Give her wat she wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Recognize the small things . . . they usually mean the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29.Dont hug her friends or your friends that are girls cause she'll feel left out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30.Hang out with her whenever you are free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31.If u care about her...SHOW her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EXTRA::&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-kiss her forehead.&lt;br /&gt;-send her emails saying u cant stop thinking about her.&lt;br /&gt;-if u're far apart, use d webcam!!&lt;br /&gt;-MSG her when you are free&lt;br /&gt;-Help her reload RM 100 digi hahahaha(&lt;---I don't really understand what the author mean by this).  &lt;strong&gt;Don't&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Simply buy her ring.&lt;br /&gt;-Dont lie to her.&lt;br /&gt;=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=&lt;br /&gt;taken from &lt;a href="http://forums.istorya.net/index.php?topic=71218.0"&gt;iSTORYA.NET&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057590-113947212714250904?l=mikegaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/feeds/113947212714250904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057590&amp;postID=113947212714250904&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057590/posts/default/113947212714250904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057590/posts/default/113947212714250904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/2006/02/31-ways-to-make-girl-smile.html' title='31 Ways To Make A Girl Smile'/><author><name>mikegaven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11156436696309679368</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-8057590.post-113946526028886683</id><published>2006-02-09T13:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T15:35:02.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new day, a new tomorrow</title><content type='html'>If we might have a second chance&lt;br /&gt;To live the days once more;&lt;br /&gt;And rectify mistakes we made&lt;br /&gt;To even up the scores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we might have a second chance&lt;br /&gt;To use the knowledge gained;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps we might become at last&lt;br /&gt;As fine as God ordained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But though we can’t, retrace our steps&lt;br /&gt;However stands the score;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow brings another chance&lt;br /&gt;For us to try once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Anonymous&lt;br /&gt;(PS: if you know the author of this poem, pls email me so that I can post his/her name.)&lt;br /&gt;=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody deserves a second chance, as what the author of this poem would say. Even though we made a mistake today, we can still correct it tomorrow, or in the days to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like to add more of my insights regarding that poem, but today...my brain is not functioning properly, as if it's in a NUMB state. I can't really put into words, the wonderful ideas in my mind. It just that when I think of something wonderful, suddenly it will be shrouded with black cloud, then vanish....then my head begins to ring...then I can feel a tingling sensation in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woooootttt!!! Is there something wrong with me? Lack of sleep?? I think not, coz I sleep almost 10hrs a day, but for some instances, I only sleep for 4-6 hrs. Well, whatever is wrong with me I certainly need a break, a vacation for a week or a month. Just to wind up everything I been working for almost 6 years in the company. A visit in the province with my relatives, one week in the beach, and do some other useful stuffs, manage my own small grocery store or even my own Internet Café or a retailing business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057590-113946526028886683?l=mikegaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/feeds/113946526028886683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057590&amp;postID=113946526028886683&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057590/posts/default/113946526028886683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057590/posts/default/113946526028886683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/2006/02/new-day-new-tomorrow.html' title='A new day, a new tomorrow'/><author><name>mikegaven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11156436696309679368</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-8057590.post-113938575952975204</id><published>2006-02-08T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T15:35:02.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Count Your Blessings</title><content type='html'>Count your blessings instead of crosses,&lt;br /&gt;Count your gain instead of losses,&lt;br /&gt;Count your joys instead of woes,&lt;br /&gt;Count your friends instead of foes,&lt;br /&gt;Count your smiles instead of tears,&lt;br /&gt;Count your courage instead of fears,&lt;br /&gt;Count your full years instead of lean,&lt;br /&gt;Count your kind deeds instead of wealth;&lt;br /&gt;Count on God instead of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Anonymous&lt;br /&gt;=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057590-113938575952975204?l=mikegaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/feeds/113938575952975204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057590&amp;postID=113938575952975204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057590/posts/default/113938575952975204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057590/posts/default/113938575952975204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/2006/02/count-your-blessings.html' title='Count Your Blessings'/><author><name>mikegaven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11156436696309679368</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-8057590.post-113929805302696362</id><published>2006-02-07T14:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T15:35:02.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Serious, Down, and Future</title><content type='html'>All those who journey, soon or late,&lt;br /&gt;Must pass within the gardens gate;&lt;br /&gt;Must kneel alone in darkness there;&lt;br /&gt;And battle with some fierce despair,&lt;br /&gt;God pity those who cannot say;&lt;br /&gt;"Not mine but, thine," who only pray;&lt;br /&gt;"Let this cup pass," and cannot see&lt;br /&gt;The purpose in Gethsemane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ella Wheeler Wilcox&lt;br /&gt;=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, I'm just so down today. I don't really feel good about myself, it seems that I don't even know who I am. Confusing as it may seem, but sometimes, I don't seem to know who the real me is, the one living inside of me. I'm just so down and confused today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all people who are also down today, may you find the above poem an uplifting one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057590-113929805302696362?l=mikegaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/feeds/113929805302696362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057590&amp;postID=113929805302696362&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057590/posts/default/113929805302696362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057590/posts/default/113929805302696362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/2006/02/serious-down-and-future.html' title='Serious, Down, and Future'/><author><name>mikegaven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11156436696309679368</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-8057590.post-113923012362332497</id><published>2006-02-06T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T15:35:02.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work Ethics should be.</title><content type='html'>"&lt;strong&gt;Work is the true elixir of life. The busiest man is the happiest man. Excellence in any art of profession is attained only by hard work and persistent work&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sir Thomas Martin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Some people dream of worthy accomplishment while others stay awake and do them."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057590-113923012362332497?l=mikegaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/feeds/113923012362332497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057590&amp;postID=113923012362332497&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057590/posts/default/113923012362332497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057590/posts/default/113923012362332497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/2006/02/work-ethics-should-be.html' title='Work Ethics should be.'/><author><name>mikegaven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11156436696309679368</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-8057590.post-113897252410346084</id><published>2006-02-03T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T15:35:02.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is Selfless</title><content type='html'>February is Valentines, so im gonna post articles about LOVE and stories that will inspire and/or nurture the seed of LOVE in your heart.&lt;br /&gt;=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love delights in giving attention,&lt;br /&gt;Rather than in attracting it,&lt;br /&gt;Love finds in the elements of good,&lt;br /&gt;And builds in it,&lt;br /&gt;Love does not magnify defects;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is a flame that warms,&lt;br /&gt;But never burns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love knows how to disagree&lt;br /&gt;Without becoming disagreeable;&lt;br /&gt;Love rejoices of the success of others,&lt;br /&gt;Instead of being envious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Father James Keller&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057590-113897252410346084?l=mikegaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/feeds/113897252410346084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057590&amp;postID=113897252410346084&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057590/posts/default/113897252410346084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057590/posts/default/113897252410346084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/2006/02/love-is-selfless.html' title='Love is Selfless'/><author><name>mikegaven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11156436696309679368</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-8057590.post-113820764109979182</id><published>2006-01-25T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T15:35:02.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kung Hei Fat Choi - Year of the DOG</title><content type='html'>Aiggght!!!! Since this year is the Chinese Year of the DOG, im gonna post some cute Dog Pics in Honor for the coming Chinese New Year!!!! January 29, 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all Chinese and Chinese Believers in the whole wide world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KUNG HEI FAT CHOI!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;=~=~=~=~=~=~=~=~=~=~=~=&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the PICTURES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;=~=~=~=~=~=~=~=~=~=~=~=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/229/528/1600/ShowLetter2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/229/528/320/ShowLetter2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/229/528/1600/ShowLetter4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/229/528/320/ShowLetter4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/229/528/1600/ShowLetter10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/229/528/320/ShowLetter10.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/229/528/1600/ShowLetter15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/229/528/320/ShowLetter15.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/229/528/1600/ShowLetter17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/229/528/320/ShowLetter17.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/229/528/1600/ShowLetter16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/229/528/320/ShowLetter16.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/229/528/1600/ShowLetter6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/229/528/320/ShowLetter6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/229/528/1600/ShowLetter3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/229/528/320/ShowLetter3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/229/528/1600/ShowLetter18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/229/528/400/ShowLetter18.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057590-113820764109979182?l=mikegaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/feeds/113820764109979182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057590&amp;postID=113820764109979182&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057590/posts/default/113820764109979182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057590/posts/default/113820764109979182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/2006/01/kung-hei-fat-choi-year-of-dog.html' title='Kung Hei Fat Choi - Year of the DOG'/><author><name>mikegaven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11156436696309679368</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-8057590.post-113802032539879119</id><published>2006-01-23T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T15:35:02.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Morning BLUES</title><content type='html'>Darn...it's monday and Im not having a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up around 8am, not feeling well. Im shivering from the cold I felt, and when I realize it. I am having fever chills. Im having fever on a monday morning......great!!!! What a good day to start the week! I said to myself "I have to drink fever medicine so I can report to work @ 12nn". Just when I was going to stand up to my surprise, I couldn't move a muscle due to the chills, I dont feel like standing up coz I felt dizzy. I wrapped myself with my blanket and made my self warm as possible, seconds later.... I was asleep again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.............&lt;hours&gt;...........................HOURS LATER&lt;/hours&gt;........................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hours&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up again, the sun is already up, and my best guess is it's already 12nn coz my uncle is already preparing the food for my nephew's and niece for lunch. I got up, and this time I forced myself to stand up and got to the medicine cabinet and drank a fever medicine. I went back to bed after drinking, I sent SMS to Karl, my immediate supervisor, informing him that I can't attend today in the office. I don't know whether or not he did received it coz I got no reply when I woke up at around four in the afternoon. I should have called but my cellular phone credits wouldn't permit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there goes my whole day.....lying all day on the bed sick! When I got up finally, around 4:30 pm still feeling dizzy, and my headache is stinging me. Man...I dont know where I got this fever....it just struck me like a jackpot lottery. Im still in my room, lying. At 5pm I got up and went to the SALA to watch TV. I did not eat breakfast in the morning and I have not eaten LUNCH, surprisingly enough I was not hungry....hmmmmmm weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner came, and Im feeling kinda okey. After dinner, I watched the NEWS, when I got bored, I went to my cousin's house, I asked to use the computer to check my Adsense Account if it's doing okey and WHAM!!!! I got no traffic this day! In short, I have not gain any $$$ for my blog. Anyways, I just decided to post my not so good day, and here it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this im gonna, call my girlfriend and talk to her about her day at work(by the way I did inform her that I did not report in the office). Then head straight to bed, sleep early. I just hope that I will have a very good day tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ciao&lt;/hours&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057590-113802032539879119?l=mikegaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/feeds/113802032539879119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057590&amp;postID=113802032539879119&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057590/posts/default/113802032539879119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057590/posts/default/113802032539879119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/2006/01/monday-morning-blues.html' title='Monday Morning BLUES'/><author><name>mikegaven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11156436696309679368</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-8057590.post-113783099051922158</id><published>2006-01-21T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T15:35:02.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tehehehehe....MMORPG + CyberSEX</title><content type='html'>I got this link from a blog somewhere on the NET through BlogExplosion.com. I found this very funny and it tickled me a lot. This is what you get if you play a lot of MMORPG game mixing it with CyberSEX. Hehehehe....here are some logs of it. &lt;a href="http://www.chrudat.com/the_best_cyber_sex.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=-=-=-=-=-=[ &lt;strong&gt;MMORPG + CyberSEX&lt;/strong&gt; ]=-=-=-=-=-=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;bloodninja:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Baby, I been havin a tough night so treat me nice aight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;BritneySpears14:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Aight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;bloodninja:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Slip out of those pants baby, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;BritneySpears14:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I slip out of my pants, just for you, bloodninja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;bloodninja:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Oh yeah, aight. Aight, I put on my robe and wizard hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;BritneySpears14:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Oh, I like to play dress up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;bloodninja:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Me too baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;BritneySpears14:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I kiss you softly on your chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;bloodninja:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I cast Lvl. 3 Eroticism. You turn into a real beautiful woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;BritneySpears14:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Hey...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;bloodninja:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I meditate to regain my mana, before casting Lvl. 8 Cock of the Infinite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;BritneySpears14:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Funny I still don't see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;bloodninja:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I spend my mana reserves to cast Mighty Fuck of the Beyondness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;BritneySpears14:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; You are the worst cyber partner ever. This is ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;bloodninja:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Don't fuck with me bitch, I'm the mightiest sorcerer of the lands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;bloodninja:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I steal yo soul and cast Lightning Lvl. 1,000,000 Your body explodes into a fine bloody mist, because you are only a Lvl. 2 Druid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;BritneySpears14:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Don't ever message me again you piece of shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;bloodninja:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Robots are trying to drill my brain but my lightning shield inflicts DOA attack, leaving the robots as flaming piles of metal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;bloodninja:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; King Arthur congratulates me for destroying Dr. Robotnik's evil army of Robot Socialist Republics. The cold war ends. Reagan steals my accomplishments and makes like it was cause of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;bloodninja:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; You still there baby? I think it's getting hard now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;bloodninja:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Baby?&lt;br /&gt;=@=@=@=@=@=@=@=@=@=@=@=@=@=@=@=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;BritneySpears14:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Ok, are you ready?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;eminemBNJA:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Aight, yeah I'm ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;BritneySpears14:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I like your music Em... Tee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;eminemBNJA:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;            huh huh, yeah, I make it for the ladies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;          &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;BritneySpears14:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Mmm, we like it a lot.            Let me show you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;          &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;BritneySpears14:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I take off your pants,            slowly, and massage your muscular physique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;          &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;eminemBNJA:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;            Oh I like that Baby. I put on my robe and wizard hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;           &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;BritneySpears14:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; What the fuck, I told            you not to message me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;          &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;eminemBNJA:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;            Oh shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;          &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;BritneySpears14:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I swear if you do it one            more time I'm gonna report your ISP and say you were sending me kiddie            porn you fuck up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;          &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;eminemBNJA:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;            Oh shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;eminemBNJA:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;            damn I gotta write down your names or something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=0=0=0=0=0=0=0=0=0=0=0=0=0=0=0=0=0=0=0=&lt;br /&gt;If that didn't made you laugh, seriously, you're not into MMORPG!!! Hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the complete link&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chrudat.com/the_best_cyber_sex.html"&gt;http://www.chrudat.com/the_best_cyber_sex.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057590-113783099051922158?l=mikegaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/feeds/113783099051922158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057590&amp;postID=113783099051922158&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057590/posts/default/113783099051922158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057590/posts/default/113783099051922158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/2006/01/tehehehehemmorpg-cybersex.html' title='Tehehehehe....MMORPG + CyberSEX'/><author><name>mikegaven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11156436696309679368</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-8057590.post-113776529313835371</id><published>2006-01-20T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T15:35:02.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year/ Pit Señor / Kung Hei Fat Choi</title><content type='html'>Aaaaiiit, it's been a while since I put contents in my BLOG.  Well, anyways, im going to patch things up in my BLOG, im gonna improved it, buffed it up, and make it look more presentable. Especially now that I have Adsense account! Especially now that I can earn money just by publishing my one heck of a daily life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty!!!! Let me have a recap on the past month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 2005:(These events is as far as I can remember)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dec 01&lt;/span&gt;: I have no idea where I was during this day...it was a thursday, so basically Im in the office, Im on duty but I have no idea, what I've done during the day. All I remember is we just got our salary, hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dec 02&lt;/span&gt;: Hmm....I forgot what I have done on this day either, this day is a Friday so basically office, and hmmm.....I was planning to buy a present for my cousin's birthday on the 3rd. So that was it. After office hours and after eating my dinner, I'd go to my friends Internet Cafe and play some online game there. After a few hours of playing and the Cafe is close, we eat at Rocky's Eatery and satisfy ourselves with the delicious &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sinigang&lt;/span&gt; ang &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ginaling&lt;/span&gt; for a meal! YUMMMMY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dec 03&lt;/span&gt;: Birthday of my cousin, I went home after I went out of the office. I bought 2 Roasted Chicken on the way to celebrate the bday of my cousin, just a small get together in the family. Just as simple as that, wait a minute......am I gonna post what really happened to me on last month??? Hmmm...let me do it this way, im gonna post important events nlng what happened, okey?? OKEY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dec 05&lt;/span&gt;: I have a dinner date with someone special, we went to Casa Verde, a cozy place to have dinner with. After the dinner we watched a movie in SM entitled "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ang Pagdadalaga ni Maximo Oliveros&lt;/span&gt;", after the movie, we went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img43.imageshack.us/img43/9721/avatar23ub.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 145px; height: 137px;" src="http://img43.imageshack.us/img43/9721/avatar23ub.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dec 12&lt;/span&gt;: Fiesta of Our Lady of Guadalupe and at the same time, I have someone special again in my life. My Baby Tweety! Her name actually is Lilibeth Flordeliz, and I call her Bing or Liza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dec 13&lt;/span&gt;: We went out for a dinner in Shakeys Pizza in Fuente, we talked about anything...after the dinner, we went in the Fuente Circle and continued our talked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dec 16&lt;/span&gt;: Start of Misa de Gallo, weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. But I wasn't able to attend kay giduka pa ko gikan ligo dagat overnyt. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dec 18&lt;/strong&gt;: (Sunday) Bing invited me in their coop's Christmas Party held at MCWD Auditorium. This day I got to meet her Mother personally. I went to the venue at around 2:30pm and went directly to the employees entrance of the building as she instructed me. The party was held at the 6th floor, as I arrived she greeted me with a sweet smile on her face. I was surprised to see her in dance costume, she looks like a true maranao princess, their group is going to dance a LUZON-VISAYAS-MINDANAO theme, which is also a contest . She is so beautiful and im out words to describe her during that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After meeting me in the corridor, we went inside immediately. There I was greeted by a multitude of COOP members, we walk in the side corridor in the auditorium, then she introduced me to her Mom(weeeeeeeeeeeee). I was nervous at first, but when I got to see her Mom and was formally introduced, I feel relaxed and got comfortable with her Mom, immediately. So I was, comfy and enjoying the show. I was excited to see her dance(she is a graceful dancer by the way). At the end of the day, their group won the First Prize of the contest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dec 23-24&lt;/span&gt;: Cebu Tambayan:10 Grand Eye Ball held in Vano Beach in Marigondon, Opon Cebu. For all the pictures visit this site http://www.geocities.com/ct10geb (click on the PICTURES link). Im gonna add some pictures maybe in a separate post. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dec 25&lt;/span&gt;: Merry Christmas to all!!! Happy Holidays!!&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon, I went out to meet my special someone to spend the rest of the day in their house in Labangon. I went to Jollibee Sto. Nino to wait for them, while waiting, I already ordered something to eat, since it's already 2:30 and I haven't eaten my lunch yet. After a few minutes they arrived together with her Ate May. They ordered additional meal, after eating we fetched a taxi and went straight to thier house in Tisa Labagon in Hillsview Ville.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/229/528/1600/lycen37.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/229/528/320/lycen37.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dec 27-28&lt;/span&gt;: Happy Birthday to Agoy(Lycen) our dear friend in CT:10&lt;br /&gt;The Celebration was held in Villa Teresita in Talisay, most of the guys went there already early in the evening to celebrate with Lycen's family. Fae, a dear friend of Lycen, ask me to buy a birthday cake for Lycen from Goldilocks and gonna pay me later. Bing, went on ahead of me together with the rest of the guys, but as for me, I have to wait for my friend Louie to close the Internet Cafe until 12mn. Together with Vince(Enting), we went to the Bakery and fetched Louie's girlfriend Cheeky, and after that, we went to Ate Yaneps office back of Freeman Office in Manalili Street. After meeting Ate Yaneps, we rode a jeep bound to Tabunok and when we arrived, I immediately got a tricycle cab to Villa Teresita. When we arrived, it was already closed, I called Bing and ask where they are now, She redirected us to the Talisay Plaza. Immediately, hop in back to the tricycle and went to Talisay Plaza, and there we met all the people in the picture above having a great time already, we catched up with them. Had some fun and a little drink til the wee hours in the morning. After that, we took some pictures together. Went home together inside Lycen's multicab, drop-off point, Bakery in Ponce. We said our goodbye's to each other then, went home our separate ways and we took advantage of the cold breeze of December air to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home, I sent SMS to Bing telling her that I'm home and ready to go to sleep. When she replied, I went to sleep with my heart smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dec 30&lt;/strong&gt;: Bing and I together with AJ were supposed to go to San Fernando to visit a friend(Yenyen) who broke up with her BF abroad. The meeting place is E-Mall, outside Goldilocks at 6:30pm. Due to heavy traffic, I arrived at the meeting place at around 6:45pm, but to my surprise nobody was there yet, for I thought I would be late. I tried calling Bing to let her now that I am on the meeting site already and sent SMS to query where she is. Same also for AJ, he's on the way to the meeting place.  After a few minutes of waiting, Bing and AJ arrive just a minute after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wasted no time and to our feet to go to the Bus Terminal, were we are going to ride a V-HIRE Van on route to San Fernando. We immediately found a half-filled V-HIRE Van, and seated ourselves on the middle section of the Van. I told AJ to inform Yenyen that we are on the way to her house,  no answer. I was bothered, I told AJ to contact her in anyway, nobody is answering the telephone on Yenyen's house, it means nobody was there, it also means that Yenyen was not HOME. Minutes later Yenyen replied to the SMS, and told us that SHE is not around and she is somewhere else with friends. Toinks!!! Butangi!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We look at each other inside the VAN, and immediately told ourselves to go somewhere else. Sayang!  We took a cab and went to Larsian and have dinner there. After that the three of us, went our friend Louie's Internet Cafe, and waited for the reply of Yenyen. We waited till midnight for her reply, but no SMS from Yenyen, so we decided to call it a day. Since we are getting sleepy, we went home, sleep with much less a little frustration because our trip to San Fernando did not push through. Well, there will be a next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dec 31&lt;/span&gt;: Preparation for the New Year!!! Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Year 2006: Year of the Dog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;================================================&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year!!! Pit Señor!! and Kung Hei Fat Choi!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna post the happening in January in the next post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057590-113776529313835371?l=mikegaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/feeds/113776529313835371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057590&amp;postID=113776529313835371&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057590/posts/default/113776529313835371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057590/posts/default/113776529313835371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-new-year-pit-seor-kung-hei-fat.html' title='Happy New Year/ Pit Señor / Kung Hei Fat Choi'/><author><name>mikegaven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11156436696309679368</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-8057590.post-113411902116662096</id><published>2005-12-09T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T15:35:02.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Letter To the One that God has Prepared For Me</title><content type='html'>Hi, it's been a while since my last post, more than a month. Well, here is my yet another post. This is from a friends blog. A nice article by the way. Read along....&lt;br /&gt;=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=&lt;br /&gt;I am wondering at this very minute if you are thinking of me, if like me, you are wondering what is taking us so long to find each other. Many times I thought I finally found you only to be disillusioned by the fact that my wait has not yet ended. I get up each morning hoping, dreaming, longing to meet you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking of how we will meet, would it be as romantic as the ones I have seen in movies? Or is it possible that I have known you all my life but we have yet to realize that we are meant for each other? Oh how I wish you were here right now because you are the only one who has the answers to all my questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I ask myself if I have ever really known "love". I do not have the answer to that question either but I believe that, more often than not, we will never really know what love is until we find that right person.... and since I have not found you yet, then maybe I do not really know what love is! You just don't know how often I dream of finally knowing what it feels like to be in your arms. Even at this very moment I am imagining how you will simply sweep me off my feet! Perhaps I would be drawn to you by your smile, or your eyes, or maybe even how you manage to make me laugh by your silly little ways!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know for sure but I am praying that God will help me recognize you when the right time comes. I think of all the pain that I have gone through in the past and of how much I have cried since the day I began my search. I just wanted you to know that I find my strength in clinging onto my vision of the beautiful life ahead of me --- the life I shall spend with you. In my mind and in my heart I know that you are worth all that pain and sacrifice. After all, the tears have become a part of my life and I believe that they are slowly washing away my flaws so that I would become perfect, not perfect in its truest sense, but perfect --- for YOU! I wonder if you've gone through so much pain as well. I wonder if you've been hurt so many times along the journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my dearest one, please don't ever give up because I am right here... patiently waiting for you! I assure you that when we finally find each other I would slowly heal those wounds by my love. At night, I would look out my window and stare at the beautiful sky, hoping that somehow you are also looking up and wondering about me. I utter a silent prayer and send all my cries to the heavens above thinking that in time they would reach you. And when I feel impatient, I just close my eyes and believe that you are on your way and that you are longing to see me as well. It is funny but when I finally fall asleep, it is still you that I think of, for you are always in my dreams. It seems that, for now, that is the only place where I can hold on to you, long enough to tell you how much I love you. In my dreams you would kiss away my fears and wrap me with your arms of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this, all the more, makes me want to wake up and face the new day ahead with the hope that soon enough, you will no longer be a dream but a reality and once again I am assured that you are worth the wait. And when that time comes, everything will fall into its place, just as I had imagined, just as I had thought and dreamed, just as I had believed it would be! By then, I would simply look back and smile at all that I have gone through, in spite of the pain and amidst the simple joys of life --- and I would be very thankful because they all led me to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, take care of yourself for me. Hold on to our dream and don't even think of letting go. Believe in your heart that we will find each other no matter what happens. God has planned the course and it is up to us to follow the directions. Don't worry, don't be afraid about getting lost, God saw to it that all the roads, no matter which one you choose to follow, lead to me .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Contributed by Alma M. Alvarez&lt;br /&gt;Shared by Joe Gatuslao&lt;br /&gt;Bacolod City, Philippines&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057590-113411902116662096?l=mikegaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/feeds/113411902116662096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057590&amp;postID=113411902116662096&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057590/posts/default/113411902116662096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057590/posts/default/113411902116662096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/2005/12/letter-to-one-that-god-has-prepared.html' title='A Letter To the One that God has Prepared For Me'/><author><name>mikegaven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11156436696309679368</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057590.post-113084616685769839</id><published>2005-11-01T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T15:35:02.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart Test</title><content type='html'>From my mail&lt;br /&gt;=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=&lt;br /&gt;As she stood in front of her 5th grade classon the very first day of school, she told the children an untruth. Like most teachers, she looked at her students and said that she loved them all the same. However, that was impossible, because there in the front row, slumped in his seat, was a little boy namedTeddy Stoddard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Thompson had watched Teddy the yearbefore and noticed that he did not play well with the other children, that his clothes were messy and that he constantly needed a bath. In addition, Teddy could be unpleasant. It got to the point where Mrs. Thompsonwould actually take delight in marking his papers with a broad red pen, making bold X'sand then putting a big "F" at the top of his papers. At the school where Mrs. Thompson taught, she was required to review each child's past records and she put Teddy's off until last.However, when she reviewed his file, she was in for a surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teddy's first grade teacher wrote, "Teddy isa bright child with a ready laugh. He doeshis work neatly and has good manners....he is a joy to be around.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His second grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is anexcellent student, well liked by his classmates, but he is troubled because his mother has a terminal illness and life at home must be a struggle."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His third grade teacher wrote, "His mother'sdeath has been hard on him. He tries to do his best, but his father doesn't show much interest and his home life will soon affect him if some steps aren't taken."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teddy's fourth grade teacher wrote, "Teddyis withdrawn and doesn't show much interestin school. He doesn't have many friends andhe sometimes sleeps in class."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now, Mrs. Thompson realized the problemand she was ashamed of herself. She felt even worse when her students brought herChristmas presents, wrapped in beautiful ribbons and bright paper, except for Teddy's.His present was clumsily wrapped in the ;  heavy, brown paper that he got from a grocery bag Mrs. Thompson took pains to open itin the middle of the other presents. Some of the children started to laugh when she found a rhinestone bracelet with some ofthe stones missing, and a bottle that was one-quarter full of perfume.. But she stifledthe children's laughter when she exclaimed how pretty the bracelet was, putting it on,and dabbing some of the perfume on herwrist. Teddy Stoddard stayed after school that day just long enough to say, "Mrs.Thompson, today you smelled just like my Mom used to." After the children left, she cried for at least an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that very day, she quit teaching reading, writing and arithmetic. Instead, she began to teach children. Mrs. Thompson paid particular attention to Teddy. As she worked with him, his mind seemed to come alive.  The more she encouraged him, the faster he responded. By the end of the year, Teddy had become one of the smartest children in the class and, despite her lie that she would love all the children the same, Teddy became one of her "teacher's pets."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year later,  she found a note under her door, from Teddy, telling her that she was still the best teacher he ever had in his whole life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six years went by before she got another note from Teddy. He then wrote that he had finished high school, third in his class, and she was still the best teacher he ever had in life.&lt;br /&gt;Four years after that, she got another letter, saying that while things had been tough attimes, he'd stayed in school, had stuck with it, and would soon graduate from college withthe highest of honors. He assured Mrs.Thompson that she was still the best and favorite teacher he had ever had in his whole life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then four more years passed and yet another letter came. This time he explained that after he got his bachelor's degree, he decided to goa little further. The letter explained that she was still the best and favorite teacher he ever had. But now his name was a little longer....The letter was signed, Theodore F. Stoddard, MD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story does not end there. You see, there was yet another letter that Spring. Teddy said he had met this girl and was going to be married.He explained that his father had died a couple of years ago and he was wondering if Mrs.Thompson might agree to sit at the wedding in the place that was usually reserved for the mother of the groom. Of course, Mrs. Thompson did. And guesswhat? She wore that bracelet, the one with several rhinestones missing. Moreover, she made sure she was wearing the perfume that Teddy remembered his mother wearing on their last Christmas together. They hugged each other, and Dr. Stoddard whispered in Mrs. Thompson's ear, "Thank you Mrs. Thompson for believing in me. Thank you so much for making me feel important and showing me that I could make a difference."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Thompson, with tears in her eyes,whispered back. She said, "Teddy, you have it all wrong. You were the one who taughtme that I could make a difference. I didn'tknow how to teach until I met you! "(For those of you who don't know, TeddyStoddard is the Dr. at Iowa Methodist in DesMoines that has the Stoddard Cancer Wing.)Warm someone's heart today. . . pass this along.&lt;br /&gt;I love this story so very much, I cry every timeI read it. Just try to make a difference in someone's life today? tomorrow? just "do it".Random acts of kindness, I think they call it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057590-113084616685769839?l=mikegaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/feeds/113084616685769839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057590&amp;postID=113084616685769839&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057590/posts/default/113084616685769839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057590/posts/default/113084616685769839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/2005/11/heart-test.html' title='Heart Test'/><author><name>mikegaven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11156436696309679368</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-8057590.post-113075259962385994</id><published>2005-10-31T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T15:35:01.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don’t give for me, for now I’m free,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="textbigbold"&gt;Don’t give for me, for now I’m free,&lt;br /&gt;I’m following the path God laid for me,&lt;br /&gt;I took His hand when I heard Him call,&lt;br /&gt;I turned my back and left it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not stay another day,&lt;br /&gt;To laugh, to work or play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Task left undone must stay that way,&lt;br /&gt;I found that place at the close of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my parting has left a void,&lt;br /&gt;Then fill it with remembered joy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A love shared, a laugh, a kiss,&lt;br /&gt;Ah, yes, these things, I too, will miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be not burdened with times of sorrow,&lt;br /&gt;I wish you the sunshine of tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;My life’s been full, I savored much,&lt;br /&gt;Good friends, good times, a loved one’s touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps my time seemed all too brief,&lt;br /&gt;Don’t lengthen it now with undue grief,&lt;br /&gt;Lift up your heart and share with me,&lt;br /&gt;God wanted me now, He set me free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="textbig"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057590-113075259962385994?l=mikegaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057590.post-112490329702923632</id><published>2005-08-25T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T15:35:01.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakfast @ Jollibee</title><content type='html'>Another article in my email that touched my heart, I just want to share it.&lt;br /&gt;=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=&lt;br /&gt;I am a mother of three (ages 14, 12, 3) and have recently completed my college degree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last class I had to take was Sociology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher was absolutely inspiring with the qualities that I wish every human being had been graced with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her last project of the term was called "Smile."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The class was asked to go out and smile at three people and document their reactions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a very friendly person and always smile at everyone and say hello anyway, so, I thought this would be a piece of cake, literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after we were assigned the project, my husband, youngest son, and I went out to Jollibee's one crisp March morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just our way of sharing special playtime with our son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were standing in line, waiting to be served, when all of a sudden everyone around us began to back away, and then even my husband did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not move an inch... an overwhelming feeling of panic welled up inside of me as I turned to see why they had moved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I turned around I smelled a horrible "dirty body" smell, and there standing behind me were two poor homeless men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I looked down at the short gentleman, close to me, he was "smiling".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His beautiful sky blue eyes were full of God's Light as he searched for acceptance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, "Good day" as he counted the few coins he had been clutching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second man fumbled with his hands as he stood behind his friend. I realized the second man was mentally challenged and the blue-eyed gentleman was his salvation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I held my tears as I stood there with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young lady at the counter asked him what they wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, "Coffee is all Miss" because that was all they could afford. (If they wanted to sit in the restaurant and warm up, they had to buy something. He just wanted to be warm).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I really felt it - the compulsion was so great I almost reached out and embraced the little man with the blue eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is when I noticed all eyes in the restaurant were set on me, judging my every action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled and asked the young lady behind the counter to give me two more breakfast meals on a separate tray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then walked around the corner to the table that the men had chosen as a resting spot. I put the tray on the table and laid my hand on the blue-eyed gentleman's cold hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked up at me, with tears in his eyes, and said, "Thank you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leaned over, began to pat his hand and said, "I did not do this for you. God is here working through me to give you hope."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to cry as I walked away to join my husband and son. When I sat down my husband smiled at me and said, "That is why God gave you to me, Honey, to give me hope."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We held hands for a moment and at that time, we knew that only because of the Grace that we had been given were we able to give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are not church goers, but we are believers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day showed me the pure Light of God's sweet love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I returned to college, on the last evening of class, with this story in hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned in "my project" and the instructor read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she looked up at me and said, "Can I share this?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slowly nodded as she got the attention of the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She began to read and that is when I knew that we as human beings and being part of God share this need to heal people and to be healed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my own way I had touched the people at Jollibee's, my husband, son, instructor, and every soul that shared the classroom on the last night I spent as a college student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I graduated with one of the biggest lessons I would ever learn: &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UNCONDITIONAL ACCEPTANCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love and compassion is sent to each and every person who may read this and learn how to &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVE PEOPLE AND USE THINGS - NOT LOVE THINGS AND USE PEOPLE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go...touching story isn't it? It's message..........priceless!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057590-112490329702923632?l=mikegaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/feeds/112490329702923632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057590&amp;postID=112490329702923632&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057590/posts/default/112490329702923632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057590/posts/default/112490329702923632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/2005/08/breakfast-jollibee.html' title='Breakfast @ Jollibee'/><author><name>mikegaven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11156436696309679368</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057590.post-112486678829939097</id><published>2005-08-24T13:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T15:35:01.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of letting go...and moving on</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I got this article from my mail the other day...and it struck me like a piercing arrow, it hit me hard, but not hard enough to knock me down. Nice article I said...but then again...this might interest some people out there who, up until now, clinging to the past, can't let go and can't move on, still reminiscing the good old days. Read along: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is one of the mornings after another sleepless night that I cannot help not ask myself, why didn't I have a good night sleep again? Then I would just joke myself and answer it with, maybe someone's been thinking of me all night....hahaha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jokes are always half-meant, a friend said once. And maybe...just maybe, behind that joke, there's this wishful thinking that someone has really been thinking of me. Then the memory of someone from the past would, again, bounce in my head disturb my sanity and make my day half-miserable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What if (s)he's thinking about me? What if (s)he still loves me? It's just another imagination, I know. Another day of what if's and maybe's.For the &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;sup&gt;nth&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; time, I've told myself that when it's over, it's really over! There's no sense turning back or even trying to pick up the pieces again. It's time to move on and face the reality!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When it's over, is it really over? When you decide to let go, do you really succeed in letting go? I just heard the latest song of Sugar Ray a while ago. Here's the few lines that caught my attention: &lt;em&gt;When it's over, That's the time I fall in love again... When it's over, That's the time you're in my heart again&lt;/em&gt;... How can you possibly say it's over when you're still in love with the personyou said you were over with already? I guess it's not that easy when the chain of the past locks you in the chest of false hopes and leads you to a place called fantasy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;How pathetic! But, admit it or not, it's true... The hardest part of losing a loved one is to accept the fact that they're gone and might never come back again. There are things that will always remind you of your togetherness...the places you've been, the way you held hands, his favorite food/merienda you used to cook/buy for him/her, expressionsyou used to hear from him/her and songs you've both loved to sing. These are the memories that'd linger on your mind from time to time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Because you were both in love before(or so you think), it makes you hope for another chance. You begin to believe on what others said that love is lovelier the second time around and the line from &lt;strong&gt;Ally McBeal&lt;/strong&gt;, "&lt;em&gt;whoever said that 'plenty of fish in the sea' thing is lying. Sometimes, there's only one...trust me&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We would desperately believe that what happens in the movies might also happen to us one day. Who didn't like the lines from the movie "&lt;strong&gt;Runaway Bride&lt;/strong&gt;" where Julia Roberts told Richard Gere, "&lt;em&gt;I guarantee that we'll have tough time; I guarantee that in some point, one of us would want to get out; I also guarantee that if I don't ask you to be mine, I'll regret this for the rest of my life, 'coz I know in my heart...you're the only one for me&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We tend to think that the person who left us will come back one day and say those words, or just simple words but would promise forever. Problems may occur every now and then, but we would consider those things as trials to be conquered in order for the relationship to bloom and mature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oouucchh! Reality just bit me!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;More often than not, these romantic movies and mushy love songs only make us long for something we cannot have...and for someone who cannot be ours again. It hurts to admit that we are just pretending. All the while, we already knew the truth but we ignore it. When the damage is done, there's nothing left to do but cry...to mourn for the bitterness in our hearts. Then curse anybody who gets in the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm scared!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As long as we still hold on to the past, the chance of meeting someone new may be a bit far off the field. The fear of trusting and falling in love again may also hinder us to grow and move on. We are hesitant to take the risk, afraid that we may get hurt again. Because of the negative thoughts stocked in our brains and in our sub-concious mind, we refuse to go out from our self-made world and deprive ourselves from new opportunities, whether in love affairs or careerwise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Let's face it! Betrayal can be anywhere and anyone can be a victim. The worst part is when the one we truly, madly and deeply love is the one who will betray us in the end. Then we are left with nothing but a broken heart and wounded pride. Sad... but true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Reality check please... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It can happen to anyone but we shouldn't just take things as it comes. An action must be done. We should take care of ourselves from the hungry wolves in the jungle. It's just a matter of survival. Stand up when you fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's okay to cry as hard and as long as you want to, just make sure that when you stop crying, you won't cry for the same reason anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, what do you think? TRUE? Yes it is true.. it happened to me once, it's not easy but Im glad the storm has passed already and I'm looking at the rainbows and the rays of the sun now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Letting go is never easy till you find the truth behind the reason of your breakup, for others out there, who are still looking for the reason, seeking the truth behind your lost love, brace yourselves, coz when the truth is finally revealed to you...you may not have enough the courage to face it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Til next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;~ciao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057590-112486678829939097?l=mikegaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/feeds/112486678829939097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057590&amp;postID=112486678829939097&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057590/posts/default/112486678829939097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057590/posts/default/112486678829939097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/2005/08/of-letting-goand-moving-on.html' title='Of letting go...and moving on'/><author><name>mikegaven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11156436696309679368</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057590.post-112477257177651255</id><published>2005-08-23T12:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T15:35:01.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Underwater Babies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/229/528/1600/underwaterkids008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/229/528/320/underwaterkids008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/229/528/1600/underwaterkids010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/229/528/320/underwaterkids010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/229/528/1600/underwaterkids005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/229/528/320/underwaterkids005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/229/528/1600/underwaterkids004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/229/528/320/underwaterkids004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/229/528/1600/underwaterkids0022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/229/528/320/underwaterkids0022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/229/528/1600/underwaterkids0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/229/528/320/underwaterkids0012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================================================&lt;br /&gt;Don't you love those kids...cute and cudly...yummy and bubly! weeeeeeeee :P~&lt;br /&gt;=======================================================&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057590-112477257177651255?l=mikegaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/feeds/112477257177651255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057590&amp;postID=112477257177651255&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057590/posts/default/112477257177651255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057590/posts/default/112477257177651255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/2005/08/underwater-babies.html' title='Underwater Babies'/><author><name>mikegaven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11156436696309679368</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-8057590.post-112376594729580846</id><published>2005-08-11T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T15:35:01.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday My Blog</title><content type='html'>Hi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my Blog, it's been a year already that I have created my online journal, though I seldomly update it, but I still love it, and make to a point that I visit and/or update my blog whenever I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since, it's been a year, I would like to greet my BLOG a very happy 1st b-day! HAPPY BIRTHDAY my BLOGGER!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you still have many more blogs to show, and update and many more post to come! Coming from me of course! HAPPY BIRTHDAY BLOGGER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~more updates to come...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057590-112376594729580846?l=mikegaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/feeds/112376594729580846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057590&amp;postID=112376594729580846&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057590/posts/default/112376594729580846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057590/posts/default/112376594729580846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/2005/08/happy-birthday-my-blog.html' title='Happy Birthday My Blog'/><author><name>mikegaven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11156436696309679368</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-8057590.post-111898556794394764</id><published>2005-06-17T13:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T15:35:01.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey!</title><content type='html'>heyah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while, more than a week....I guess since my last post. Well, im still here! ^_^. It's been a very very so so week, last week. I've done a lot of stuff in my life, and I dont know whether is right or wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.....im gonna update this blog soon, im just gathering my thoughts and emotions. If you're gonna ask me, how am I going with my life? Well, my life goes on....recovering and slowly picking up the pieces and mending back my broken heart. Heheheheh, Im alright!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057590-111898556794394764?l=mikegaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/feeds/111898556794394764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057590&amp;postID=111898556794394764&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057590/posts/default/111898556794394764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057590/posts/default/111898556794394764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/2005/06/hey.html' title='Hey!'/><author><name>mikegaven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11156436696309679368</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-8057590.post-111796188945504031</id><published>2005-06-05T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T15:35:01.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire! Burn! Blaze!</title><content type='html'>Hmmm....it's been almost a week, I havent posted much lately due to my emotional battle that rages on my HEART &amp;amp; HEAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do I start. Just that I thought Im feeling okey and on going recovery from this dillema, comes another barrage of emotional distress....aaaaaarrrrgh. The feeling of being lonely and emptiness inside is killing me from day to day living. I can't stop thinking about her, darn! Am I that really in-love with her? How stupid of me!!! I want to shout aloud aaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in emotional distress now, maybe I should accept the facts that she doesnt love me anymore and move on. That's what my TRUE Friends are telling me, move on, take it easy, relax, and enjoy life in a different perspective. Easy for them to say but it's hard, really hard...super hard to phreaking do! In every aspect of life, one remains constant....&lt;strong&gt;CHANGE&lt;/strong&gt;...that's the only thing in this world that is constant. That every good/bad things has an end. That every good you experienced may end up bad and every bad situations you endure makes you a bitter person, but if you learn the lesson well, makes you a better person. You just have to learn the lesson from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it's hard for me to accept things....im still in &lt;strong&gt;DENIAL stage&lt;/strong&gt;, failing to accept or not wanting to accept the reality presented in front of me. This is so phreaking not true...but it is TRUE! But one thing is certain, after this storm, there is a rainbow waiting for me in the horizon, that there is a light at the end of the tunnel, that after all this......I will become a better person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;God will never leave you empty, He will replace everything you've lost. If He ask you to put something down, it's because He wants you to pick up something better&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;." - &lt;em&gt;Rose Lynee Y. Sereño&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you very much Rose, for being there always. ^_^&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057590-111796188945504031?l=mikegaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/feeds/111796188945504031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057590&amp;postID=111796188945504031&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057590/posts/default/111796188945504031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057590/posts/default/111796188945504031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/2005/06/fire-burn-blaze.html' title='Fire! Burn! Blaze!'/><author><name>mikegaven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11156436696309679368</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-8057590.post-111754049023228931</id><published>2005-05-31T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T15:35:01.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hi! hi!</title><content type='html'>Heya!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im just dropping by. Im kinda okey now, though not really like before Im still wounded. The pain is still there it keeps coming back from time to time and it still hurts like h3ll! It's too unbearable sometimes, but life goes on. The Lord must have a reason for all this, and this I must endure till I fully recover from the pain and suffering and be completely healed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, just an update. I still live, my life still goes on. Im just looking at the positive side of this situation, it's a trick actually and it helps~it helps a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lead me Lord, lead me by the hand &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And make me face the rising sun &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Comfort me through all the pain that life may bring &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There's no other hope that I can lean upon &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lead me Lord Lead me all my life &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057590-111754049023228931?l=mikegaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/feeds/111754049023228931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057590&amp;postID=111754049023228931&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057590/posts/default/111754049023228931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057590/posts/default/111754049023228931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/2005/05/hi-hi.html' title='hi! hi!'/><author><name>mikegaven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11156436696309679368</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-8057590.post-111701803106622556</id><published>2005-05-25T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T15:35:01.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLOG Update: postponed</title><content type='html'>Hey, i promised an update for the week right? Right! But this week's event is way too heavy to post, and the complex event that had happened is kind'a painful for me to remember/type/share it online right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's because that it's too personal, it's too unforgetable, and it's too traumatic. Way way way too traumatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promised someone that I would update my blog for the week, but I'm very sorry to disappoint "YOU", coz there's no update for the week :( too bad really. But it's too painful for me to share it right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, when I can recover from this traumatic event of my life, that's the time I can share/talk about it. In the meantime, I will still be updating my blog occasionally about some other stuff in life, dont worry! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I would like to quote a line from the movie &lt;strong&gt;STAR WARS III: Revenge of the Sith.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You must train yourself to let go of the one you love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;~ciao&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057590-111701803106622556?l=mikegaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/feeds/111701803106622556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057590&amp;postID=111701803106622556&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057590/posts/default/111701803106622556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057590/posts/default/111701803106622556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/2005/05/blog-update-postponed.html' title='BLOG Update: postponed'/><author><name>mikegaven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11156436696309679368</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-8057590.post-111659714320740074</id><published>2005-05-20T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T15:35:01.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a Kiss from a Beer, then shiver and fleer.</title><content type='html'>*UPDATE*&lt;br /&gt;My last week's update is to be posted soon, im just finishing the remaining days of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May 20, 2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After office hours, my officemates and I went out for a drink in EarthWeb Cafe SM, well, just drink a little to unwind and discuss some life busting problems! jk! :P At 10pm we decided to move to the place, when we arrived, we ordered a round of drinks just to get started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it's friday, many faces were seen outside the cafe, coz the establishment next to the Cafe is a Disco Bar. We had our laughs and praises.....a lot of beautiful and not so desirable people are going in and out in the Cafe and in the disco bar. We all just watch with awe....and boohs. Oh well, before we know it, it's already 3am and it's our 3rd round of drinks...im pretty sure me and my officemates were tipsy coz most of our conversation was getting more and more nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after the last drop of drinks had been serve, we went home on our separate ways. Oh...not yet, we took a cab and they dropped me the road near my place. I took the plate number of the cab, the model of the vehicle and the name of the taxi. While walking I've sent an SMS message to two of my officemates who had their cellphone just to inform them about the vehicle they were riding in case something happen, you know...(concern stuff!). Here is the details: White Toyota Corolla, Emerson Taxi, Plate Number GVL 116. See...I wasn't that drunk! :P ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home, I immediately changed to a more comfy clothes and since it's really hot that night, I slept in my undies. Whoah! that's censored? ....................not!. I said my prayer then...closed my eyes then my world went blank.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057590-111659714320740074?l=mikegaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/feeds/111659714320740074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057590&amp;postID=111659714320740074&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057590/posts/default/111659714320740074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057590/posts/default/111659714320740074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/2005/05/kiss-from-beer-then-shiver-and-fleer.html' title='a Kiss from a Beer, then shiver and fleer.'/><author><name>mikegaven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11156436696309679368</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057590.post-111658724627464752</id><published>2005-05-20T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T15:35:01.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I miss"--my BLOG week long update!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Saturday, 21th of May 2005:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*My rest day, my day off!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up with a little feeling of headache.....as a result of our night-out last night. Hehehe...I just stayed in bed for a while and tried to let the feeling subside until I can get over this kind of whatever...(side effects of having too much drink...but amazingly I wasnt drunk). That's what you get from drinking too much beer(???).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got up, I wash my face and went straight to my cousin's house to read the local news, eat my brunch and went online to update my blog. Since dindin(the youngest son of my cousin, and everyone's fav bunsoy) is also using the PC to play ragnarok, I have to cut my updating short and let him use the PC. Adorable kid! We used to play WWF Wrestling together in their sala, when he was not yet hooked on ragnarok. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching him play and guiding him in game, I went off to StarTrax Internet Cafe to update my BLOG! After 3hours of comtemplating/re-evaluating the obsence(lols) events that had happened/ and typing......Woooooooooohuuuuu!~!!!!! and it's done! hehehe...I just have to update it tomorrow. Im off for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see u tomorrow! :P~&lt;br /&gt;=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;As promised, here is my whole week update! :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Last update: May 21, 2005 Time: 6:45pm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=&lt;br /&gt;Hey! It's been a while since my last update of my BLOG. It has been a week already!!! x.X Shame on me XD. Im gonna update this blog soon, right know im kinda busy...my brain is not working properly....im stressed out of the week's work....jeeezzzz. I need a vacation, in &lt;strong&gt;New York!&lt;/strong&gt; :P&lt;br /&gt;=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=&lt;br /&gt;Well, just to summarize what I have done in the past week, hmmmm.....let me start last:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday 14th of May, 2005&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*This is just a summary details will be posted later*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's my day off, but I have a dinner date with my dear friend &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/dabie/"&gt;Dabie&lt;/a&gt;, after the delicious dinner, we watched a very nice movie Kingdom of Heaven, after a few talks, she went home, I went online to my FAV Forum spot &lt;a href="http://forums.istorya.net"&gt;iSTORYA.net&lt;/a&gt;. Then I went home @ 1:30am to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*The details*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Saturday basically my day off, no work for me. ^_^ Let's start from the time I wake up hmmm. I got up at around 9:30am....flexing muscles a little bit then goes out, to my cousin's house to play Ragnarok(an ONLINE game). Then at 2pm I took a bath to meet this dear friend of mine. I promised her a dinner date at this cozy place, coz we haven't seen/talk in while(since graduating High School, just imagine how many years was that :P). I arrive in SM around 3:30pm and waited till 5pm. We're supposed to meet @ 5pm and go the place together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After an hour, my friend Dabie(her name is DABIE btw) sent an SMS telling me to fetch her @ Globe Business Center in SM. So off I went and we met there. After a few, hi's and hello's and chitchat we decided to walk and bought a book from National Bookstore for her reference in the subject she's handling Turbo Pascal. And since, it's still early and the sun is still up, we strolledaround the mall and talk about our life. The usual how are you?, how's it goin? kind of question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we noticed that it's about 5:30, we took a cab and went to the place. We arrived 15mins after, since there is no traffic, and the driver of the cab knows his way around the road in the city. The name of the place &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;btw&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; is Casa Verde, it got a lot of referrals from my friends and cousins, it famous for their affordable "Baby Back Ribs" and "Death by Chocolate" dessert. I wanted to take HONEY their but since she's away and were not in good terms, I tookDabie instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we ordered our meal from the waiter, dinner time! And it's the baby back ribs alright as our main course! It's huge....so big that it's enough for two person. Aside from being affordable, it's also delicious, the meat is tender and juicy. Idont have to describe it all, over-all the dinner was superb. After dinner, we decided to watch "Kingdom of Heaven". After watching.....and few talks about my demise(sarcasm!!! eeeebil!), we decided to go home and went on our separate ways, she went home and I went online, post some stuff in &lt;a href="http://forums.istorya.net"&gt;iSTORYA.net&lt;/a&gt;, played an online game, then I went home around 1:30am. Feeling down again....was able to sleep @3am....I think.&lt;br /&gt;=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday 15th of May, 2005&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;I woke up feeling nostalgic to my one and only....again...I felt empty inside. It was exactly 1 week since we last spoke, and our last conversation was not that good, about letting her go. I was kinda mad in explaining about it, but our conversation was interupted coz we're out of cellphone load. Just thinking about it, makes me feel....ugh! Never mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed in bed for a while, thinking about just everything that happened to us. I was thinking of her, I was thinking of our future/her future/my future and all the possibilities there is. After a lot of thinking, I stood up, and said to myself, I have to move on....time will wait for no one if I dont do something about my future(bah! talking big, but deep inside im empty without her). I went outside, saw my brothers in the place where most of towns people hang out. I have to moved on....somehow It made me comfortable for a while, and it's good. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, I went to the office to prepare for my class in the afternoon @ 4:00pm, called Dabie, made a few chatter then attend to my class. After my class, I went home and changed to my casual clothes. When I as about to sleep, Im feeling lonely again. I got up, and went online again, hoping that I can catch her in YM! by chance, I am missing her so much! Since my efforts was futile, I went home with the nostalgic feeling again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my room for about 2 hours later, I still couldnt sleep, I just keep on consoling my self, I grab a motivational book, and read a few pages, then one page made me snap to my senses.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If no one else would motivate you, MOTIVATE yourself.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;", more or less it sound that way. Then I told my self, I can move on...I can move on...life will definitely move on. Then suddenly, I've found peace in me, and last thing I noticed was, I am sleeping. :)&lt;br /&gt;=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday 16th of May, 2005:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day, I woke early @6am I was already awake. I got up, eat my breakfast and took a bath and ready my self to process my NBI(National Bureau of Investigation) Clearance, one of the requirements for acquiring a &lt;strong&gt;PASSPORT&lt;/strong&gt; to travel in other countries. Me and two of my officemates had a scheduled to meet at "La Fortuna Bakeshop" near the Capitol of Cebu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived at exactly 10am in the meeting place, while my two companion was on their way also. Few minutes later, we went to the NBI office to process our clearance. During processing, I saw a familiar face, it was Charo, a dear friend way back in college days. She was also processing her NBI Clearance in preparation to apply another job in other company. We made a few chatter while she was falling in line to pay in the cashier, after that we I say goodbye to her then, we went off the place and report to the office for duty. We arrived at exatcly 11:30am, thirty minutes earlier for our reporting time. I am happy, during this day, I have seen a familiar face, that made me realize that life is really worth exploring than just working and going home routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 1pm, I had a class with my student, Abbey. Then 3pm another class for Advance C Programming, then in 5pm, C++ Programming. 7pm I was already free, and posting some stuff in iSTORYA.net. Went home, feeling kinda lonely again. I am missing her so much than before, I couldnt bear it any longer, I've sent two messages via SMS. But Im not expecting a reply, since I know she wouldn't. At least I have expressed what I feel towards her, though it's not enough for me, there's nothing I can do for the moment. Feeling kinda lonely again, another battle rages on my head, heart over mind, mind over matter. But in the end, I've manage to find peace once again and slept @ 3:30am.&lt;br /&gt;=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday 17th of May 2005:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usual routine, woke up @9:00am, went to my cousin's house to read local news(which I make it a habit every morning). After reading the local news, login to the NET, check some emails, and post some stuff in the forum(iSTORYA.net), check friendster, then play Ragnarok for an hour together with their youngest son(Aldrin), "&lt;strong&gt;dindin&lt;/strong&gt;". After playing ate my lunch, took a bath then report for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same class schedule, 1:00pm - 3:00pm Computer Architecture, 3:00pm-5:00pm Advance C Programming, 5:00-7:00pm Object Oriented Programming with C++. After class, dinner outside SM, together with Henry, Omar, Richie &amp;amp; Don. We used to eat grilled pork/grilled squid/grilled fish and "Tinuwang ISDA". We always eat after our class 7pm-7:30pm since last week, and this is our daily routine every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After office, I went straight home, feeling a little shaky again...this time I wanted to talk to her, but I wouldnt, she might not answer my calls. I might feel down again if I do that. What I did, I called her Mom, in their apartment in the city, and we talk about her...how was she doing in BOHOL. During our talk, I've learned that they went to Bohol to attend the annual town fiesta. Too bad, I wasn't there to visit. Last two years ago, we went there together with Honey and a close friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've talk about Mommy's(I used to call her mom Mommy) travel to Bohol, we never had the chance to talk about Honey and Me. Maybe her Mom is also trying to stay away from the topic coz everytime Im bringing the topic back, Mommy would stray away to another story. So I've noticed it, I just listened to Mommy's story about their travel in Bohol, then we came to the topic of getting a passport and the requirements of getting one. I told Mommy, that my requirements is due this week, in fact it's to be released on THURSDAY, May 19, 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back to the topic between me and Honey...Mommy told me to let her(Honey) be, maybe she needs a little space in her life in Bohol. "Pasagda-e lng na cya Lot, ayaw teksi, aron matagam", I think thats what Mommy said to me, more or less. But too late I had already sent two messages to her yesterday. Well, too bad. Later, we had to cut the conversation short coz Mommy has an upset stomach due to the food she had eaten in Bohol. After saying goodbye, I felt at least relieved and comforted by the words of Mommy. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After talking to Mommy, I went online to iSTORYA.net and read/post some opinion and stuff, check my email(hoping a message from her), check my friendster account and look at her account if she has been online and read my message. Too bad, she was not online. Oh, well off I go, and went to sleep at around 2:00am, though it was a bit early when I arrived in my room I just couldnt sleep during those times til 2am or wee hours.&lt;br /&gt;=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday, 18th of May 2005:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same routine again, woke up @ 9-10am, prepare to take a bath, read the news, eat brunch, off to office and report for work. Attend to my class, send schedule 1-3pm/3-5pm/5-7pm. Hmmm...This day is just an ordinary day...nothing happened much, except for Marie not to attend her class again. Oh well, she got this soar throat thing...going on. I just hope that she would be fine and be able to report back to my class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After office, went online again, checked my email, friendster and the forum of course. I went home at around 1am and slept at around 2am+. Daily routine.....nothing's much.&lt;br /&gt;=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday, 19th of May 2005:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm....this day I have received my NSO Certificate of Live Birth, one of the requirements for getting a passport to travel. Im glad and feeling cheeky, at least I got it were I planned it and scheduled. Right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reporting to office, 1:30pm we had a staff meeting regarding a lot of internal changes in the organization and what's going on internally in the office. Well, I was not kinda paying attention to it, and not really interested in listening(am I a bad influence/example to you? My Bad! =( ). I just surf around the net and posted some stuff and listened again to teh meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, nothings really much this day, I had to skip my class with Abby coz we're still in a meeting, it was adjourned at around 3pm just in time for my next class. But when the time came....all of my students where absent and none of them came :( my bad...was my subject really that hard? Oh well, might as well use the vacant time motivating my self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner time, Lalhai(my officemate) and I went for a dinner at Triple V Express. I ordered Pork Steak, and she ordered Sizzling Sisig. During dinner, we had a little chit-chat about what's going on in the office, and all sort of stuff that made us laugh/oohh/ahhh../really??. Heheh it's just between the two of us. After dinner went back to the office, then went home after 10pm. That's basically it.&lt;br /&gt;=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday, 20th of May 2005:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same routine, wake up, read the local news @ my cousins house, eat brunch, take a bath, report to office, attend to my classes, @ 7:00-7:30pm dinner outside SM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*This day I have received my NBI clearance, another requirement for getting a passport to travel. Im cheeky again! weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee ~* kid stuff! lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after office hours... &lt;a href="http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/2005/05/kiss-from-beer-then-shiver-and-fleer.html"&gt;a kiss from a Beer, then shiver and fleer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057590-111658724627464752?l=mikegaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/feeds/111658724627464752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057590&amp;postID=111658724627464752&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057590/posts/default/111658724627464752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057590/posts/default/111658724627464752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-miss-my-blog-week-long-update.html' title='&quot;I miss&quot;--my BLOG week long update!'/><author><name>mikegaven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11156436696309679368</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-8057590.post-111599041828858234</id><published>2005-05-13T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T15:35:01.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RANDOM</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;it just struck me, how do you define the word &lt;strong&gt;random&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;according to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dictionary.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;http://www.dictionary.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ran·dom (adj.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Having no specific pattern, purpose, or objective: random movements.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mathematics &amp; Statistics. Of or relating to a type of circumstance or event that is described by a probability distribution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Of or relating to an event in which all outcomes are equally likely, as in the testing of a blood sample for the presence of a substance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Idiom:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;at random&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without a governing design, method, or purpose; unsystematically: &lt;em&gt;chose a card at random from the deck. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;======================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my suddenly opinionated mind, defines the word &lt;strong&gt;RANDOM&lt;/strong&gt;, as&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The absence or lack thereof of consistency of being or state."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;then suddenly.....I can think no more..... weird stuff! (x.X)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057590-111599041828858234?l=mikegaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/feeds/111599041828858234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057590&amp;postID=111599041828858234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057590/posts/default/111599041828858234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057590/posts/default/111599041828858234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/2005/05/random.html' title='RANDOM'/><author><name>mikegaven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11156436696309679368</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-8057590.post-111596835904057024</id><published>2005-05-13T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T15:35:01.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I cant sleep! x.X</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;12:36am Fri, May 13, 2005&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I decided to write this journal on this waking hour coz I can't sleep.  After my work at the office @10pm, I decided to go to the Internet Cafe that I used to play Online Games. I bought a chocolate snack, after about a while when I was finished eating my snack I was feeling kinda bored, and also due to the humid weather(even the airconditioning unit could not withstand the humid climate) I decided to go home and sleep early. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;When I got home at around 10:30pm, I went straight to bed, I said "Early to bed, so that early to rise tomorrow". After I change my clothes to a comfortable one, I lied down then started thinking about a few things that's going on in my life, my future, my eternal LOVE to HONEY, thinking about why did she leave me, what was happening in our relationship. After feeling all the pain(in short self-pity). Even though it hurts, Im still consoling myself not to do such act(self-pity) coz of it's destructive nature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;After a while I decided to go to sleep, I position my self comfortably and started to close my eyes to prepare for my sleep. Twenty minutes have past, still I can't sleep, something's bothering me. Im still thinking about our relationship, my future if I work abroad, what will happen to me/to us in the next five years of our lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Checking the current time, it's already 11pm, and still I can't sleep. I got up, and sat on the bed instead of lying, something is really bothering me...but I don't know what. Watching the time goes by...I position my self to sleep again. I lied down. After some time, still I can't sleep!! The time is already 11:30pm, I want to sleep but I couldn't. I got up again, this time I went to the fridge and drank a couple glasses of water and told myself. "Maybe that's all I needed to sleep, to drink water"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I went to bed again. I closed my eyes and concentrate on sleeping again. After a few moments...I can feel/sense that it's working coz Im feeling sleepy and drowsy already. Then here it goes again, random thoughts came rushing to my head. I was restless and unable to sleep, no matter how I change my position, still I couldnt sleep. Is something or someone bothering me in my sleep?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I don't know, all I know is I want to go to sleep but I can't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Maybe I have a sleeping disorder or maybe I have Insomia? o.0 ?????......naaaaahhhh......maybe.......maybe not! But this is the first time that I was restless and couldnt sleep. What do you think?? No don't think...it's just my personal BLOG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057590-111596835904057024?l=mikegaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/feeds/111596835904057024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057590&amp;postID=111596835904057024&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057590/posts/default/111596835904057024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057590/posts/default/111596835904057024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-cant-sleep-xx.html' title='I cant sleep! x.X'/><author><name>mikegaven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11156436696309679368</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-8057590.post-111596162862834024</id><published>2005-05-13T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T15:35:01.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Deviant!</title><content type='html'>ey, I just published my so called arts in Devian Art...so I am DEVIAN!! I will rule the world.....(evil grin, then evil laughter). me thinks....this only happens in the movies lols..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways....here's the link! Have a feast on my so-called art! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mikegaven.deviantart.com/"&gt;I am Deviant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057590-111596162862834024?l=mikegaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/feeds/111596162862834024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057590&amp;postID=111596162862834024&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057590/posts/default/111596162862834024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057590/posts/default/111596162862834024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-am-deviant.html' title='I am Deviant!'/><author><name>mikegaven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11156436696309679368</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-8057590.post-111588289374573281</id><published>2005-05-12T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T15:35:01.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a little piece of art</title><content type='html'>Nothings much I just got bored yesterday and I decided to scribble using MSPAINT program for windows. I usually draw solitary stuffs like a tree, plant, flower, mountain...whenever im alone/lonely/down/bored? Does that mean something? Well, here it is....just judge for your self, it's my first attempt to publish my so called art. :P~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Scribble of the TREE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img202.echo.cx/img202/5471/tree2uf.png" width="230" height="240"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished TREE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img208.echo.cx/img208/4575/tree27hq.png" width="230" height="240"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marie, what do you think of the TREE? I know..it's not your type of ART.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057590-111588289374573281?l=mikegaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/feeds/111588289374573281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057590&amp;postID=111588289374573281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057590/posts/default/111588289374573281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057590/posts/default/111588289374573281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/2005/05/little-piece-of-art.html' title='a little piece of art'/><author><name>mikegaven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11156436696309679368</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-8057590.post-111588085999813186</id><published>2005-05-12T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T15:35:01.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi...just dropping by!</title><content type='html'>Hi...im just dropping by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I'm not feeling alright....I don't know....Im having second thoughts on sharing this ONLINE. Just give me time....maybe through time...I can compose myself again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, here's a song from Alicia Keys. Nice song.....*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;=====================================&lt;br /&gt;If I aint' got you&lt;br /&gt;by Alicia Keys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people live for the fortune&lt;br /&gt;Some people live just for the fame&lt;br /&gt;Some people live for the power, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Some people live just to play the game&lt;br /&gt;Some people think that the physical things&lt;br /&gt;Define what’s withinAnd I’ve been there before&lt;br /&gt;But that life’s a bore&lt;br /&gt;So full of the superficial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people want it all&lt;br /&gt;But I don’t want nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;If it ain't you baby&lt;br /&gt;If I ain’t got you baby&lt;br /&gt;Some people want diamond rings&lt;br /&gt;Some just want everything&lt;br /&gt;But everything means nothing&lt;br /&gt;If I ain’t got you, Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people search for a fountain&lt;br /&gt;That promises forever young&lt;br /&gt;Some people need three dozen roses&lt;br /&gt;And that’s the only way to prove you love 'em&lt;br /&gt;Hand me the world on a silver platter&lt;br /&gt;And what good would it be&lt;br /&gt;With no one to share&lt;br /&gt;With no one who truly cares for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people want it all&lt;br /&gt;But I don’t want nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;If it aint you baby&lt;br /&gt;If I ain’t got you baby&lt;br /&gt;Some people want diamond rings&lt;br /&gt;Some just want everything&lt;br /&gt;But everything means nothing&lt;br /&gt;If I ain’t got you, you, you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people want it all&lt;br /&gt;But I don’t want nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;If it ain't you baby&lt;br /&gt;If I ain’t got you baby&lt;br /&gt;Some people want diamond rings&lt;br /&gt;Some just want everything&lt;br /&gt;But everything means nothing&lt;br /&gt;If I ain’t got you, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people want it all&lt;br /&gt;But I don’t want nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;If it aint you baby&lt;br /&gt;If I ain’t got you baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people want diamond rings&lt;br /&gt;Some just want everything&lt;br /&gt;But everything means nothing&lt;br /&gt;If I ain’t got you&lt;br /&gt;If I ain’t got you with me baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, nothing in this whole wide world don’t mean a thing&lt;br /&gt;If I ain’t got you with me baby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057590-111588085999813186?l=mikegaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/feeds/111588085999813186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057590&amp;postID=111588085999813186&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057590/posts/default/111588085999813186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057590/posts/default/111588085999813186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/2005/05/hijust-dropping-by.html' title='Hi...just dropping by!'/><author><name>mikegaven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11156436696309679368</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-8057590.post-111580107498386236</id><published>2005-05-11T16:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T15:35:01.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Back!</title><content type='html'>Wow, it's almost a year since I got back from this blog! From some time I have been thinking of updating my BLOG, but....im just plain lazy~there are times that I have forgotten about this blog and just like my OLD blog account.....forgotten to oblivion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time it's gonna change...coz Im gonna update this blog from time to time. There are a lot of things I want to discuss here from the moment I sign up from this blog up to the present happening in my life. Well, maybe not all but certainly im gonna publish them all here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck again! for another episode of my life. Thanks to Marie for encouraging me to update my BLOG! :P~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057590-111580107498386236?l=mikegaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/feeds/111580107498386236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057590&amp;postID=111580107498386236&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057590/posts/default/111580107498386236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057590/posts/default/111580107498386236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/2005/05/welcome-back.html' title='Welcome Back!'/><author><name>mikegaven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11156436696309679368</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-8057590.post-109333122875720164</id><published>2004-08-24T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T15:35:00.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ey, Blogger!</title><content type='html'>Just, signed up and created this BLOG. For all I know, I could be one of the millions of users of BLOG, heheheh, nevertheless I've decided to create one again. My old BLOG account from other host has been none existent already, having it created last 2 1/2 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, just to keep this starting, here is my first post. And I hope this will not be the last, just crossed my fingers already. Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057590-109333122875720164?l=mikegaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/feeds/109333122875720164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057590&amp;postID=109333122875720164&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057590/posts/default/109333122875720164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057590/posts/default/109333122875720164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikegaven.blogspot.com/2004/08/ey-blogger.html' title='Ey, Blogger!'/><author><name>mikegaven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11156436696309679368</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>
