<?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-24160924</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:33:46.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~Inside of me~</title><subtitle type='html'>“Life's up and downs provide windows of opportunity to determine your values and goals - Think of using all obstacles as stepping stones to build the life you want”</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testsheng.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24160924/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testsheng.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15170181968199613050</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>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24160924.post-1625903886803186281</id><published>2007-04-18T01:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T02:18:46.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NO ORDINARY LOVE</title><content type='html'>I had an ample time to visit tristancafe website to unwind a lil bit and to listen songs also. I came across this song "No Ordinary Love" by mymp which i really like the most. Try to listen the song, it's really nice. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This could have been just another day But instead we're standing here No need for words it's all been said In the way you hold me near I was alone on this journey You came along to comfort me Everything I want in life is right here 'Cause&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Chorus: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is not your ordinary No ordinary love I was not prepared enough To fall so deep in love This is not your ordinary No ordinary love You were the first to touch my heart And everything right again with your extraordinary love.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To listen the entire song, &lt;a href="http://www.tristancafe.com/music/flash/no_ordinary_love.html"&gt;click here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24160924-1625903886803186281?l=testsheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testsheng.blogspot.com/feeds/1625903886803186281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24160924&amp;postID=1625903886803186281&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24160924/posts/default/1625903886803186281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24160924/posts/default/1625903886803186281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testsheng.blogspot.com/2007/04/no-ordinary-love.html' title='NO ORDINARY LOVE'/><author><name>Sheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15170181968199613050</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-24160924.post-1303910548990901523</id><published>2007-03-22T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T00:27:19.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you love me or do you need me?</title><content type='html'>Whew, I think this is my first entry for this month since it's been a while already that I didn't have an activity here in my blog and since I have ample time to do an entry, I'd like u guys to read a very interesting article of Bob Garon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here it goes:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE can be very confusing at times. Especially in moments of crisis, you sometimes wonder if you still love your spouse, your sweetheart or your lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is like things are not going well. You fight a lot. It seems like new issues keep popping up that were not there before. Like your deteriorating relationship keeps creating new problems instead of solving old ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one thing is for sure: you are not at all as happy as you used to be. The level of your happiness has dropped like a rock. You have that sickening feeling in your heart that your relationship was a mistake from the very beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.manilatimes.net/national/2007/mar/23/yehey/life/20070323lif7.html"&gt;Read more...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24160924-1303910548990901523?l=testsheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testsheng.blogspot.com/feeds/1303910548990901523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24160924&amp;postID=1303910548990901523&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24160924/posts/default/1303910548990901523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24160924/posts/default/1303910548990901523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testsheng.blogspot.com/2007/03/do-you-love-me-or-do-you-need-me.html' title='Do you love me or do you need me?'/><author><name>Sheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15170181968199613050</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-24160924.post-8008643832116179125</id><published>2007-02-23T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T18:34:25.439-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bonding Time</title><content type='html'>Last Friday, me and my two buddies (glads and evs) had the chance to watched a stand up comedy at "The Venue". I was so excited then since that would be my first time to watch that kind of show, usually kc, I'm into live band coz I really loved music. When the show onset, they were all funny and their voice was so amazing. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start palang ng show, sakit na nang mga panga namin sa katatawa. . . and since ang daming taong nanonood, we have no choice but to stand up all through out the show because we arrived late but then that's fine with us, what matter's most is that, we had fun that night and that we have time to unwind once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my dearest friends (glad and evs), thank you for sharing fun memories with me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24160924-8008643832116179125?l=testsheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testsheng.blogspot.com/feeds/8008643832116179125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24160924&amp;postID=8008643832116179125&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24160924/posts/default/8008643832116179125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24160924/posts/default/8008643832116179125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testsheng.blogspot.com/2007/02/bonding-time.html' title='Bonding Time'/><author><name>Sheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15170181968199613050</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-24160924.post-5427007132987746365</id><published>2007-02-20T18:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T18:31:11.968-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ALIPIN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;One of my favorite songs...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ALIPIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;by: Shamrock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;di ko man maamin&lt;br /&gt;ikaw ay mahalaga sa akin&lt;br /&gt;di ko man maisip&lt;br /&gt;sa pagtulog ikaw ang panaginip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;malabo man ang aking pag-iisip&lt;br /&gt;sana'y pakinggan mo&lt;br /&gt;ang sigaw nitong damdamin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chorus:&lt;br /&gt;ako'y alipin mo kahit hindi batid&lt;br /&gt;aaminin ko minsan ako'y manhid&lt;br /&gt;sana ay iyong naririnig&lt;br /&gt;sa 'yong yakap ako'y nasasabik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayoko sa iba&lt;br /&gt;sa yo ako ay hindi magsasawa&lt;br /&gt;ano man ang yong sabihin&lt;br /&gt;umasa ka ito ay diringgin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;madalas man na parang&lt;br /&gt;aso at pusa giliw&lt;br /&gt;sa piling mo ako ay masaya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"To listen the entire song" &gt;&gt;&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.tristancafe.com/music/flash/alipin.html"&gt;click here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24160924-5427007132987746365?l=testsheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testsheng.blogspot.com/feeds/5427007132987746365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24160924&amp;postID=5427007132987746365&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24160924/posts/default/5427007132987746365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24160924/posts/default/5427007132987746365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testsheng.blogspot.com/2007/02/alipin.html' title='ALIPIN'/><author><name>Sheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15170181968199613050</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24160924.post-7604829013245153844</id><published>2007-02-14T19:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T20:32:15.478-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to make people like you</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Got these Six fundamental guidelines on “How to make people like you" from Life and Times Patty's Betita column ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Principle 1: Become genuinely interested in people.&lt;/strong&gt; When you meet a person for the first time and strike a conversation, it is always a smart idea to ask questions about them. A good conversationalist is not only being able to express one’s self fully, or having the ability to jump from one topic to another, but also asking questions and listening. Showing genuine interest in people will give them the impression that you are a warm and sincere person. This is a good tip for those who are about to go out on a first date too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Principle 2: Smile. First impressions are lasting ones.&lt;/strong&gt; We are judged by our appearance, visual communication or body language, and speech among others, but smiling always sets the tone for a warm and friendly conversation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Principle 3: Remember that a person’s name is the most important sound in any language.&lt;/strong&gt; Of course, you cannot remember the names of all the people you meet in your lifetime, but in instances where people wear name tags, usually in places like restaurants or any service oriented industry, try calling out the name of your server when taking your order, and notice how his or her face instantly lights up especially if you say the name in a respectful and friendly manner. You will definitely get good and efficient service because you would make the person feel important.When people remember your name, it is the sweetest sound to your ears because they just made you feel important, wanted and special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Principle 4: Be a good listener.&lt;/strong&gt; Encourage others to talk about themselves. Again, when we listen attentively to someone who is talking, whether alone with the person or in a group, we are selflessly giving our time and respect and they will truly appreciate that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Principle 5: Talk in terms of the other person’s interests. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Principle 6: Make the other person feel important and do it sincerely.&lt;/strong&gt; Appreciation is sincere, flattery is insincere—that simple. “Flattery is telling the other person precisely what he thinks of himself.” If you want to compliment a person for a nice dress that looks good on her, be generous with praise and be sincere about it. But you will only flatter her so she feels good about herself, but you are lying, then it is best not to give the compliment at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It always feels good to be honest, selfless and sincere to other people. Try practicing giving genuine compliments and appreciate others, and you will always have a positive feeling about yourself. You will notice a big change in how you are as a person and how people will respond to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24160924-7604829013245153844?l=testsheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testsheng.blogspot.com/feeds/7604829013245153844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24160924&amp;postID=7604829013245153844&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24160924/posts/default/7604829013245153844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24160924/posts/default/7604829013245153844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testsheng.blogspot.com/2007/02/how-to-make-people-like-you.html' title='How to make people like you'/><author><name>Sheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15170181968199613050</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24160924.post-4632076922855778676</id><published>2007-02-13T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T20:39:11.888-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MYMP!!</title><content type='html'>Nakantahan ka na ba ng...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all of my life &lt;br /&gt;you are the one, I will love you faithfully forever &lt;br /&gt;all of my life you are the one &lt;br /&gt;I'll give to you my greatest love &lt;br /&gt;for all of my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;???....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna listen the entire song? &lt;a href="http://www.tristancafe.com/music/flash/forallofmylife.html"&gt;just click here...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY VALENTINE'S EVERYONE!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24160924-4632076922855778676?l=testsheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testsheng.blogspot.com/feeds/4632076922855778676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24160924&amp;postID=4632076922855778676&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24160924/posts/default/4632076922855778676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24160924/posts/default/4632076922855778676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testsheng.blogspot.com/2007/02/for-all-of-my-life.html' title='MYMP!!'/><author><name>Sheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15170181968199613050</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24160924.post-5850798762439272933</id><published>2007-02-07T19:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T20:07:39.464-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I missed them</title><content type='html'>I really missed my old friends, this is how I feel when my close friend way back high school texted me that one of our friend (Noe) from Manila made a phone call to her few days ago just to check us. I was touch since despite of the distance and a rarely meeting, he still has the time to contact and to remember us. Though we dont have enough time to keep in touch with each other, we know and I know that friends will always be remain friends...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To you bro, thank you so much for being such a wonderful friend to us... We may not seen each other that much but then, we really appreciate all you've done to our group...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24160924-5850798762439272933?l=testsheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testsheng.blogspot.com/feeds/5850798762439272933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24160924&amp;postID=5850798762439272933&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24160924/posts/default/5850798762439272933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24160924/posts/default/5850798762439272933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testsheng.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-missed-them.html' title='I missed them'/><author><name>Sheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15170181968199613050</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24160924.post-7337627513465960390</id><published>2007-02-05T19:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T00:13:27.775-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To love means to grow</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I come across this article of Bob Garon from the Manila Times and it's quite interesting so I post it here..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here it goes:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW do you know if you are into an authentic, meaningful relationship? How sure are you that the love you have for each other is genuine and substantial rather than the smoke and mirrors that characterize so many shallow relationships?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationships collapse because the lovers get faked out by good feelings that are so intense that they cannot see or if they do see the negatives they cannot move out in time to avoid the painful consequences of a disastrous breakup. It is important to know the signs of real love and “perceived” love that is built on foundations of sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know yours is an authentic love when you are growing as a person. Growth is defined as a “progressive advance from a lower or simpler to a higher or more complex form.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, growth means that you are a better, more complete person today than you were yesterday. Your relationship is adding to the quality of your life. Not only in terms of material gain but mostly in terms you becoming a better person. If that is not happening, it is a warning signal that your relationship is not as healthy as you may think it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have a lot of potential, which lies within us just waiting to be actualized. There are powers and talents we do not know we possess until circumstances and opportunities make it possible for us to see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A love relationship opens to us circumstances that we are not available to us otherwise. The intimacy that love generates is something unique. An authentic relationship allows us to expand our horizons and perspectives of ourselves and the world. It makes us aware of possibilities for greater growth and allows us to pursue these possibilities. The genuine and healthy relationship lets us find and accept challenges that cause us to increase our skills, lift our self-confidence and expand our awareness of ourselves and others. In short, the authentic relationship is a never-ending adventure in growth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you love your partner with a love that is giving, you make sure that there are plenty of opportunities for his or her growth. You encourage situations that are conducive to the actualization of the potential that lies still hidden within the one you love. You are not jealous nor are you envious of the personal growth of the your beloved. Neither does your loved one stand in the way of your own growth opportunities. On the contrary, you encourage each other to accept every chance to grow as a blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are in such a relationship, then it is authentic and you are indeed fortunate. Your happiness sits on solid foundations and you should not give up your love for the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24160924-7337627513465960390?l=testsheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testsheng.blogspot.com/feeds/7337627513465960390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24160924&amp;postID=7337627513465960390&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24160924/posts/default/7337627513465960390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24160924/posts/default/7337627513465960390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testsheng.blogspot.com/2007/02/blog-post.html' title='To love means to grow'/><author><name>Sheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15170181968199613050</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-24160924.post-2415582200169162</id><published>2007-02-01T18:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T18:51:31.329-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote 4 my friends</title><content type='html'>I was reading a quote of "Will Durant" and I wanna dedicate this one to all my friends out there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Friends are helpful not only because they will listen to us, but because they will laugh at us; Through them we learn a little objectivity, a little modesty, a little courtesy; We learn the rules of life and become better players of the game”...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24160924-2415582200169162?l=testsheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testsheng.blogspot.com/feeds/2415582200169162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24160924&amp;postID=2415582200169162&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24160924/posts/default/2415582200169162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24160924/posts/default/2415582200169162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testsheng.blogspot.com/2007/02/quote-4-my-friends.html' title='Quote 4 my friends'/><author><name>Sheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15170181968199613050</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-24160924.post-6489417092218341678</id><published>2007-01-31T20:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T20:11:33.859-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Could Be In Love</title><content type='html'>I love listening the music of Miss Lea Salonga and this is one of my favorite... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/opUK6kL6oqg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/opUK6kL6oqg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24160924-6489417092218341678?l=testsheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testsheng.blogspot.com/feeds/6489417092218341678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24160924&amp;postID=6489417092218341678&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24160924/posts/default/6489417092218341678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24160924/posts/default/6489417092218341678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testsheng.blogspot.com/2007/01/we-could-be-in-love.html' title='We Could Be In Love'/><author><name>Sheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15170181968199613050</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-24160924.post-8402384898852960186</id><published>2007-01-28T20:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T21:10:35.292-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last weekend</title><content type='html'>Hi guys,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How was your week end? I hoped it's great. If u've asked about mine-well, just hang out lang sa bahay and do watching tv, kain nang kain and di mawawala ang nap, wala ksi magawa eh kundi matolog, bored nga minsan but then I used to it already. Then last sunday, Im a lil bet tired since I do washing my clothes. Tiring talaga, pano mag-isa lang kasi ako dito, don't have mother to do it here 4me kaya hayon, naglalaba hehehe... Natuto na talaga ako since Im doing this already for about 5years narin, walang mother by my side since Im apart from them due to my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think It's been awhile narin na malayo ako sa kanila, At first, it's quite difficult but as time goes by, nasanayan ko na rin and I find it very interesting kasi, I'm the one who decide on my own and it's been my call already whatever what I'm doing.. I'll end up here na, nothing much to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next entry...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24160924-8402384898852960186?l=testsheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testsheng.blogspot.com/feeds/8402384898852960186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24160924&amp;postID=8402384898852960186&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24160924/posts/default/8402384898852960186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24160924/posts/default/8402384898852960186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testsheng.blogspot.com/2007/01/last-weekend.html' title='Last weekend'/><author><name>Sheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15170181968199613050</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-24160924.post-116919445005349881</id><published>2007-01-18T21:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T23:03:55.988-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome 2007...</title><content type='html'>Hey guys. I just realized that 2006 was already over... Naks, dagdag na naman to sa edad ko and I think, patanda ng patanda na ako but anyway, Im happy naman since I have my family and friends whose there all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006 for me is a good one. I just hoped that this year will be another year of success though I am not expecting that much!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope u guys would have a great year this 2007...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24160924-116919445005349881?l=testsheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testsheng.blogspot.com/feeds/116919445005349881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24160924&amp;postID=116919445005349881&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24160924/posts/default/116919445005349881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24160924/posts/default/116919445005349881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testsheng.blogspot.com/2007/01/it-is-now-2007.html' title='Welcome 2007...'/><author><name>Sheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15170181968199613050</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-24160924.post-116848965390688416</id><published>2007-01-10T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T21:23:43.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bombing in Gensan...</title><content type='html'>I was really scared and worried when I first heard that there was a bomb explosion that happened in General Santos City public market at around 6.00pm lastnight. When I heard the news, I was riding at the jeepney with my cousin. When I get home, the first thing I did was to text my mother and my cousins what's going on there and to check if they're ok. Yes, I was really worried since it took them a while to reply my message and it took me 30minutes also waiting for any reply. When my message alert beep, I received a message from my cousin saying, "Dont worry about us coz were OK"... After reading, that was the time I feel relaxed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's the article of the said bombing incident - - &lt;a href="http://www.manilastandardtoday.com/?page=news1_jan11_2007"&gt;GENSAN BLAST!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24160924-116848965390688416?l=testsheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testsheng.blogspot.com/feeds/116848965390688416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24160924&amp;postID=116848965390688416&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24160924/posts/default/116848965390688416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24160924/posts/default/116848965390688416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testsheng.blogspot.com/2007/01/bombing-in-gensan.html' title='Bombing in Gensan...'/><author><name>Sheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15170181968199613050</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-24160924.post-116841043191986174</id><published>2007-01-09T21:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T23:54:19.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>While were walking...</title><content type='html'>It took me a while to posts an entry since Internet service was disrupted two weeks ago after a powerful earthquake struck the southern part of Taiwan so I really had a terrible connection here in the office...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, lastnight, me and my two buddies choose to walked going to the city proper than riding a tricyle. When were walking, evs and glad was eating a pork chicharon then they were just teasing me that the chicharon is a beef and not a pork then I face them and have a cross sign in my hand signing that they again tempting me hahaha.... It's really fun to be with these two girls. None a single moment nga dili me mangatawa if magkuyog me, kay always jud me nagangisi that's why until now, were still have a baby face though our age not quitely speak our aura. (NAKS)!!!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, going back habang nagabaklay me tatlo. While walking, evs saw a house na may nakasulat sa door na "VISITORS ARE NOT ALLOWED".. When we first saw it, siyempre nag react me. How dare them to put it on their door? Unsa gusto diay nila nga visitors, kanang hayop??? then glad make an action of a monkey, kanang murag uranggutang then were laughing hahaha... Were even joking nlang gud kc, we can't justify if unsa ilang gusto ipa emphasize to the person who can read those words nga naka attach sa ilang pultahan. I couldn't even think that there's such a person like them in this world. I couldn't imagine what kind of person they are!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe that's the way they are.. Basta kami, we had fun that night maskin nagaulan na hehehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you guys 4 the wonderful company....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24160924-116841043191986174?l=testsheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testsheng.blogspot.com/feeds/116841043191986174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24160924&amp;postID=116841043191986174&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24160924/posts/default/116841043191986174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24160924/posts/default/116841043191986174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testsheng.blogspot.com/2007/01/while-were-walking.html' title='While were walking...'/><author><name>Sheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15170181968199613050</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-24160924.post-116606346206131525</id><published>2006-12-13T18:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T18:31:02.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forwarded text</title><content type='html'>Forwarded text from my cousin.. Try to read...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE HAVE TO REALIZE THAT LOVE IS NOT ENOUGH TO MAKE THE RELATIONSHIP WORK... WE NEED TRUST, RESPECT, TIME, EFFORT AND TOTAL COMMITMENT! If a man does not show respect, does not earn ur Trust, and cant keep his promise  then no matter how many times he says "I LOVE YOU",  those words will be empty! Take time to listen to what men dont say... Take time to look at what they don't show because there are secrets hidden beneath thier words! So do not let passion but wisdom decide for u. Coz love is not ruled by feelings but by principles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24160924-116606346206131525?l=testsheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testsheng.blogspot.com/feeds/116606346206131525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24160924&amp;postID=116606346206131525&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24160924/posts/default/116606346206131525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24160924/posts/default/116606346206131525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testsheng.blogspot.com/2006/12/forwarded-text.html' title='Forwarded text'/><author><name>Sheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15170181968199613050</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-24160924.post-116591431409142544</id><published>2006-12-12T00:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T01:10:19.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun memories</title><content type='html'>Hi to everyone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been awhile since I last updated my blog. I think it took me 3 months before I decided to be here again just to update once in awhile. Para talagang I am so busy (Parang lang)!!! Well, I just don't have enough time to update and visit siguro and now, I try to find ample time so I can post an entry before the year end. (hehehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, christmas time is now approaching. Im excited to celebrate the yuletide season since it will just come once in a year. And of course, this will be my first christmas time ever with "A" (char)!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sssshhhh... I have something to confide. There's a girl who is celebrated her birthday this coming december29 and I don't wanna reveal who she is, baka ma spread (hahaha)kidding aside.. But seriously speaking, I love this girl, shes one of a kind ika nga. One thing I like most about her is that, shes very true to herself. shes very transparent person and friendly to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If kaibigan ka niyan, talagang ipagtatanggol ka if may ng-away sau that's why im so blessed to have her as my friend. We may not seen each other soon but im pretty sure that the friendship we've shared will always linger our heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get's nyo na ba if who she is? Initial of her name: "G" hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive been here in Davao for almost 2years already and I can say that, I have so much fun here. Every day was fun with us (my 2 buddies glad and evs)... There were times na pagnasa mall kami, we were always laughing because of our "Kabuangan effect". Imagine, inakyat lang naman namin ang isang mall back and forth just to have fun lang. Then ang ending, exhausted kaming tatlo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss these 2 girls if time will come na we really had our own path. In life kc, we cannot expect to be at our friend's side all the time, I mean, physically ha, kc, we have our different priorities in life wherein, we really have to do our own decisions. Di pa naman kaming tatlo mag-aasawa for now but i know, jan din kami babagsak - to have our own family someday, so I suffice it to say that ngaun palang, we really have to enjoy our company together habang sabay pa kaming tatlo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends will always be there through thick and thin . I will always be there to both of u anytime u need me (I am just a text away)...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24160924-116591431409142544?l=testsheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testsheng.blogspot.com/feeds/116591431409142544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24160924&amp;postID=116591431409142544&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24160924/posts/default/116591431409142544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24160924/posts/default/116591431409142544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testsheng.blogspot.com/2006/12/fun-memories.html' title='Fun memories'/><author><name>Sheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15170181968199613050</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24160924.post-115803478177847638</id><published>2006-09-11T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T01:10:47.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My everyday buddies...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7197/1869/1600/p1010077.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7197/1869/320/p1010077.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(evs, my couz glad and me)...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Good friends are hard to find, harder to leave, and impossible to forget. A best friend is like a four leaf clover, hard to find and lucky to have. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people make the world special just by being in it. When it hurts to look back, and you're scared to look ahead, you can look beside you and your best friend will be there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True friendship never ends. Friends are forever. Good friends are like stars... You don't always see them, but you know they are always there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people walk in and out of your life, but only friends leave prints in your &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THANKS GUYS FOR THE FRIENDSHIP!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24160924-115803478177847638?l=testsheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testsheng.blogspot.com/feeds/115803478177847638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24160924&amp;postID=115803478177847638&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24160924/posts/default/115803478177847638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24160924/posts/default/115803478177847638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testsheng.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-everyday-buddies.html' title='My everyday buddies...'/><author><name>Sheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15170181968199613050</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24160924.post-115795377343658890</id><published>2006-09-10T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T22:56:15.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rains bring out squadron of airborne killers</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- - Wanna share this article in order for us to be aware. . . it's all about the "DENGUE FEVER" since now a days, we really encountered heavy rains. Have time to read...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The onset of the rainy season in the Philippines brings with it a variety of mosquito-borne diseases that pose a serious threat to the health of all Filipinos. One of these diseases is dengue fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because the environment’s wet conditions are a perfect breeding ground for these insects, each year the Department of Health sets up preventive guidelines in order to stop the spread of the disease. However, every year, the number of cases continues to increase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of the problem is because there is little information disseminated to the public about the insidious mosquito responsible for the spread of dengue, namely Aedes aegypti. It is only by understanding the mosquito’s lifecycle that we can take measures to prevent an unwary populace from contracting the dreaded dengue fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mosquitoes are particularly prevalent in tropical and subtropical regions of the world. Although there are many species of mosquitoes, the three main groups are Culex, Anopheles and Aedes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Culex is the vector of the parasites that cause filariasis (an inflammation of the lymphatic circulation). Anopheles is the vector responsible for the spread of malaria.&lt;br /&gt;There are two species of mosquito in the Aedes group that pose a serious health threat to human beings. The first is Aedes albopictus, the known vector of yellow fever. Our bigger concern, however, are the four arboviruses of dengue fever which are transmitted by Aedes aegypti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compared with other mosquitoes, Aedes aegypti is small, around three to four millimeters long, excluding the length of its legs. Totally black, it is distinctly marked with white spots on the head and body with white rings on its legs. There is a white lyre or harp-shaped design on its thorax, the “chords” of which are two dull yellow lines. Aedes aegypti has translucent wings, bordered with scales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When at rest, the hind legs turn in a curve. These legs usually rub against each other; one leg crossed over the other, or are alternately raised and lowered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Breeding and growth patterns&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most species of mosquitoes lay their eggs in dirty or polluted water. Aedes, however, lays its eggs in clean water that does not contain other living species. While most mosquitoes lay their eggs in a cluster or “raft” formation, Aedes lays its eggs separately. The eggs are spread throughout the water’s surface, if environmental conditions permit. In this way, the eggs have a greater chance of survival. The eggs are white when freshly laid, but later turn black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they grow into larvae, Aedes feeds on bacteria present in the water and soon shed off their skins. Within a few weeks, the larvae progress to the pupal stage. A very short stage, the pupae rise to the surface of the water. As the top of its case pops open like a can lid, the adult Aedes mosquito emerges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The male Aedes mosquito thrives on fruit. It is the female that bites animals and humans for blood, needed to hasten the maturity of its eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aedes, unlike other mosquitoes, has adapted itself to a life with man, its primary source of nourishment. It never lives more than ninety meters from human dwellings to ensure steady meals. While other mosquitoes produce an irritating humming sound. Aedes is able to reduce the hum so it can approach man undetected. A daytime feeder, it never flies toward a person’s face. It attacks from below and behind, usually from underneath tables and chairs, striking at the feet and ankles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.manilatimes.net/national/2006/sept/11/yehey/top_stories/20060911top2.html"&gt;Read the entire article at The Manila Times!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24160924-115795377343658890?l=testsheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testsheng.blogspot.com/feeds/115795377343658890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24160924&amp;postID=115795377343658890&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24160924/posts/default/115795377343658890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24160924/posts/default/115795377343658890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testsheng.blogspot.com/2006/09/rains-bring-out-squadron-of-airborne.html' title='Rains bring out squadron of airborne killers'/><author><name>Sheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15170181968199613050</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-24160924.post-115561564470887465</id><published>2006-08-14T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T21:23:17.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Si DAN Taga BICOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This is really funny!!! Below is the story and experience of "Dan the Bicol Man" when he went to the United States...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dan the Bicol Man.&lt;br /&gt;Si Dan, taga Bicol:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumating si Dan sa Amerika sa tulong ng kanyang Kumpare na may kontak sa immigration sa Pilipinas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medyo tagilid ang papeles niyakaya masyado siyang maingat (TNT baga).&lt;br /&gt;Ayaw man lang lumabas ng bahay si Dan kung hindi kasama ang kanyang kumpare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E minsan, nagsawa na ang kanyang kumpare sa kaaalalay sa kanya. "Pareng Dan," sabi ng kumpareng tinatago ang inis, "Heto ang susi ng kotse at mga credit cards ko. Magshopping ka naman sa Mall para malibang ka."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kung may problema ka, tawagan mo ako sa telepono. Papasok na ako sa opisina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dahil siguro sa hiya ni Dan, kahit nerbiyos na nerbiyos siya, sinubukan niyang lumabas. Tuwang-tuwa si Dan sa pamamasyal sa mall.&lt;br /&gt;Nakapili siya ng mga damit na gusto niya. Ngunit pagdating sa cashier,biglang nataranta at natakot si Dan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanong ng cashier,"Visa or Master Card?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haripas si Dan palabas dahit sa takot! "Aba, hinahanap ang visa ko!? Baka nabisto na ako! Syet!" Sakay kaagad siya sa kanyang kotse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harurot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaso, halos wala ng gas ang sasakyan kaya huminto siya sa isang gas station. Nang maglalagay na siya ng gas, biglang nagsalita ang cashier sa speaker, "Sir, pay first, please."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Naku, patay! Papers daw! Hinahanap ang papers ko!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nagtatakbo si Dan sa mga eski-eskinita hanggang makakita siya ng pay phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patago-tago siyang lumapit sa payphone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hingal) Kailangang matawagan ... ko si kumpare...para masundo niya ako rito (hingal)."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagtaas niya ng handle ng telepono, narinig niya,"AT&amp;amp;T how can I help you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aba, anak ng putakteh, alam na TNT ako! Buking na ako!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagbaba niya ng telepono, may Amerikanong nakatayo sa likod niya, tanong ba naman, "Are you done?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Napahandusay si Dan sa phone booth. Biglang bulalas, "Buray kan ina!, alam pa ang pangalan ko!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagulat ang tisoy, "Hey, be cool, man!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Naku! Alam pa kung taga saan ako!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is that your green car parked in the red zone?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hihimatayin na si Dan! "Hinahanapan pa ako ng greencard"!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaya sa matinding takot, nagpahuli na lang si Dan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngayon si Dan ay nasa Bicol na muli at binansagan na"Dan Balikbayan."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24160924-115561564470887465?l=testsheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testsheng.blogspot.com/feeds/115561564470887465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24160924&amp;postID=115561564470887465&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24160924/posts/default/115561564470887465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24160924/posts/default/115561564470887465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testsheng.blogspot.com/2006/08/si-dan-taga-bicol.html' title='Si DAN Taga BICOL'/><author><name>Sheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15170181968199613050</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-24160924.post-115526993094010982</id><published>2006-08-10T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T21:32:03.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is your relationship in Trouble?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's been a while since i last updated my blog so i surf on the net for a possible entry. I come across this topic and want to impart especially those who belong in a relationship . REad on it...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sometimes we can pick up on the signs that our relationship is in danger, and at other times, we cannot. In fact, a relationship can dig itself so far deep into a hole, that we do not realize it until it has itself hanging by it’s very last thread. This is why it is important to detect the signs of a relationship in danger. If you are not sure what to look for, here are some questions you should start asking yourself and start observing your relationship with these questions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;* Are you suffering from low self-esteem due to what takes place between you and your partner? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;* Do you find yourself lying to your partner or often have the feeling that he/she is lying to you? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;* Do you feel more sad or angry than happy in your relationship? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;* Are you frequently discussing and complaining about your relationship to others? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;* Is it difficult to express your feelings and talk to your partner about your thoughts and concerns?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;* Is your trust for your partner fading or has already completely faded?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;If you answered&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;“Yes”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to most or all of these questions, your relationship is in need of repair. Although every relationship cannot be saved, it is always a great possibility get back on track and stir up the passion again, with the proper effort and care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24160924-115526993094010982?l=testsheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testsheng.blogspot.com/feeds/115526993094010982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24160924&amp;postID=115526993094010982&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24160924/posts/default/115526993094010982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24160924/posts/default/115526993094010982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testsheng.blogspot.com/2006/08/is-your-relationship-in-trouble.html' title='Is your relationship in Trouble?'/><author><name>Sheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15170181968199613050</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-24160924.post-115103738159126612</id><published>2006-06-22T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T21:48:23.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There are four different dimensions to Trust</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Second part of "To Trust is to Risk" entry...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE author Ravi Dykema has an excellent piece of advice for those who are thinking of getting into a serious relationship: “If you were about to get on a ship and you knew that there was a better than even chance it would sink, wouldn’t you interview the captain first? Wouldn’t you make sure the lifeboats were in shape and have a working life preserver with you just in case there was a disaster? The same is true of romantic relationships. If you know there’s one out of two chances that your marriage will end in divorce, then it makes sense to protect yourself financially, sexually and emotionally.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That makes sense, but you might even decide to check out other ways of getting what you want (happiness). In short, romantic relationships, even the most solid ones, entail risks. The kind of risks you take will be based on your trust level. If your judgement is correct, you stand a better chance of winning in the end. If, on the other hand, you decide to throw the dice, you could end up a very unhappy person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Understand that trust takes time. Even the wolf in sheep’s clothing can look good at first glance. First impressions can be very far from reality. All of us are quite good at hiding our true self. We have years of experience at covering what might turn others off and projecting the good that is in each of us. So, the longer you know a person, the better are the chances that your trust will be vindicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are four different dimensions to trust. The first is&lt;strong&gt; perfect trust&lt;/strong&gt;, which we give to our caregivers, our parents when we are little children. We trust them perfectly because we believe everything they tell us. We trust that what they do to us and for us will benefit us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we grow through childhood, however, we learn that those we trusted did not always keep our trust. There were times when our trust was betrayed. The perfect trust we exhibited as little children is gone. Now we move to a lower level of trust. It is called &lt;strong&gt;damaged trust&lt;/strong&gt;. When those we love betray our trust by lying to us, withholding vital information, sending us mixed signals, refuse to negotiate with us and deal with us, in insincere and dishonest ways, our trust is damaged, but still intact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When, however, a trusted one behaves in a totally unacceptable way, then our trust is broken. It is called a &lt;strong&gt;devastated trust&lt;/strong&gt;. Devastated trust causes a serious crises. It creates a deeply hurtful wound that bleeds emotionally and threatens to completely destroy what was once a good relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under the right circumstances, devastated trust can be restored. Then it is called &lt;strong&gt;restored trust&lt;/strong&gt;. It is always difficult to restore lost trust. The awful memories and excruciating emotional pain conspire against rebuilding a broken trust. If that fails, then it’s over forever. The relationship is something of the past.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24160924-115103738159126612?l=testsheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testsheng.blogspot.com/feeds/115103738159126612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24160924&amp;postID=115103738159126612&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24160924/posts/default/115103738159126612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24160924/posts/default/115103738159126612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testsheng.blogspot.com/2006/06/there-are-four-different-dimensions-to.html' title='There are four different dimensions to Trust'/><author><name>Sheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15170181968199613050</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-24160924.post-115095359109476244</id><published>2006-06-21T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T21:40:58.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To trust is to risk</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I got this article from "The Manila Times" by Bob Garon... I really like every entry of his articles because it has a real meaning... Try to read...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First part:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;TRUST.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; It is the foundation of love. When trust is guarded and kept well, love grows by leaps and bounds. When it fails, the relationship is in danger of collapsing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you trust someone, you are saying to him that you feel safe and secure with him. When your trust is betrayed, you suddenly feel insecured and you become fearful of losing the friendship, the love that you have invested in so sincerely. When your trust is damaged, love begins to shake and become unwieldy. You don’t know which way it will go. Can you repair a damaged trust? If so, your love can get back on track. If not, the future of your friendship, your love too will look bleak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To trust is to risk. All of us who have lived have experienced the betrayal of trust at one time or another. And the memory of a betrayed trust is deeply painful. So, when you get close to someone you care for, you are taking a risk of being rejected, of being fooled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps you believe that this person is a high risk, but your love, your feelings of affection are so strong that you are more than willing to take the chance of being betrayed. Even if those who love you are warning you that you will most likely get hurt, you insist that the returns are worth the risks. So you go ahead and open yourself to the one you love. You trust him and make yourself vulnerable to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes trust is the result of knowing the person over a period of time. At other times, however, trust is instinctive. You hardly know the person and, before you can pronounce his name, you trust him. It’s trust at first sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may happen that trusting too quickly ends up in a disaster for you. The guy you thought was so nice ends up being a beast. But it often happens too that the person you have known a long time ago also betrays your trust. You are stunned and shocked because you were so sure of him and yet so wrong about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trusting is not a science where the outcomes can easily be predicted. It is more of an art where intuition, born of experience about how people behave, is most important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, there are different levels of trust. At the beginning of a relationship, the trust level is low. Both friends are careful about making themselves too vulnerable. They dance around and try to make a judgment about whether or not they should risk increasing the trust level by exposing themselves even more to possible betrayal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The direct opposite, the destroyer of trust is betrayal. And that is what everyone is afraid of. We fear rejection. We choose carefully what we say what we don’t say. When the level of trust is low, we are very calculating with our words and actions. As the level of trust rises, however, we can relax and reflect more of our true selves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24160924-115095359109476244?l=testsheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testsheng.blogspot.com/feeds/115095359109476244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24160924&amp;postID=115095359109476244&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24160924/posts/default/115095359109476244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24160924/posts/default/115095359109476244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testsheng.blogspot.com/2006/06/to-trust-is-to-risk.html' title='To trust is to risk'/><author><name>Sheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15170181968199613050</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-24160924.post-115069178679366152</id><published>2006-06-18T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T21:43:15.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and my couz glad's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7197/1869/1600/Document.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7197/1869/320/Document.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was taken last weekEnd when I and glad'z was at the js gaisano...  Look at our smiles???...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24160924-115069178679366152?l=testsheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testsheng.blogspot.com/feeds/115069178679366152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24160924&amp;postID=115069178679366152&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24160924/posts/default/115069178679366152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24160924/posts/default/115069178679366152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testsheng.blogspot.com/2006/06/me-and-my-couz-glads.html' title='Me and my couz glad&apos;s'/><author><name>Sheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15170181968199613050</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-24160924.post-115069172060666424</id><published>2006-06-18T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T21:48:26.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7197/1869/1600/Document%20(4).1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7197/1869/320/Document%20%284%29.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7197/1869/1600/Document%20(4).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were then at the food court. . . since we love to eat... hehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24160924-115069172060666424?l=testsheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testsheng.blogspot.com/feeds/115069172060666424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24160924&amp;postID=115069172060666424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24160924/posts/default/115069172060666424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24160924/posts/default/115069172060666424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testsheng.blogspot.com/2006/06/we-were-then-at-food-court.html' title=''/><author><name>Sheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15170181968199613050</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-24160924.post-115069163846811679</id><published>2006-06-18T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T21:51:01.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7197/1869/1600/Document%20(3).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7197/1869/320/Document%20%283%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't have notice??? we make it sure, that were wearing our cutest smiles... isn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24160924-115069163846811679?l=testsheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testsheng.blogspot.com/feeds/115069163846811679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24160924&amp;postID=115069163846811679&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24160924/posts/default/115069163846811679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24160924/posts/default/115069163846811679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testsheng.blogspot.com/2006/06/shouldnt-have-notice-we-make-it-sure.html' title=''/><author><name>Sheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15170181968199613050</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-24160924.post-115069137822325801</id><published>2006-06-18T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T21:55:05.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7197/1869/1600/Document%20(2).1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7197/1869/320/Document%20%282%29.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting bored at the house so we decided to go out and have some fun..... Try to look at the pics, were so happy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24160924-115069137822325801?l=testsheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testsheng.blogspot.com/feeds/115069137822325801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24160924&amp;postID=115069137822325801&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24160924/posts/default/115069137822325801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24160924/posts/default/115069137822325801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testsheng.blogspot.com/2006/06/getting-bored-at-house-so-we-decided.html' title=''/><author><name>Sheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15170181968199613050</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-24160924.post-115043345136147276</id><published>2006-06-15T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T21:52:25.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cutting words can hurt more than sticks and stones</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;While I was in the middle of my blogging, I came across this article written by Bob Garon.... I just wanna share....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ISN’T it amazing how a few hurting words have the power to make us sad? How a cutting remark can turn a beautiful morning into a dark and cloudy day? Isn’t it strange how one person’s words can affect the life of another so strongly and so quickly. In the wink of an eye, you can go from happy to sad just because somebody hits you with a word that cuts into your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worse, what is said to you might be completely off the wall, but still, you get hurt and are having the greatest difficulty shaking off the pain and getting yourself back on track. If you’re not careful and you cannot contain the damage to your self-esteem, you might even strike out and hit a few innocents (even loved ones) with a few choice of words of your own because of your anger toward the one who offended you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we can handle all kinds of pain better than we can deal with hurting words aimed at our self-esteem. We can suffer physically and bear the pain more graciously than we can the emotional darts that people (especially those who mean much to us) throw at us. Hardest of all to bear is the sharp put down remark from the person we love most. That hurts like a knife in the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I want to focus on at this time are those hurting words that come from strangers and people we do not hold in high regard. We need to talk to ourselves and not allow ourselves to get knocked overboard by people who don’t mean very much to us and whose remarks lack truth and insight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that often people who hit you are the ones with problems. This is why, in order to protect yourself from needless hurt, you have to look carefully at who is the one who is speaking the offensive words and where is he is coming from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember a friend of mine who had a picture of our family displayed in his little store. He told me that some of his friends expressed some negative remarks about me when they saw the picture.&lt;br /&gt;“Are they using drugs,” I asked? When he told me they were, I understood and smiled. My work in the field of drug addiction has not endeared me to addicts. I was not offended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So look at the source of the hurtful words and think of the reasons behind them. That could quickly ease if not totally erase the initial pain. If the sharp remark comes from one you love, its best to sit with the person soonest and explore more fully what it is all about. If you need to apologize, do it quickly and sincerely. The pain you feel will soon fade. If your friend or beloved accepts that his words were not fair and says sorry, then your hurt will also ease and the whole unpleasant episode might even cause you to bond even more because of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is important to guard against hurtful words and sort them out to be able to make sense of them if we cannot avoid them. Mostly though, we need to understand just how great is their potential to hurt us and then take measures to deal more effectively with them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24160924-115043345136147276?l=testsheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testsheng.blogspot.com/feeds/115043345136147276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24160924&amp;postID=115043345136147276&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24160924/posts/default/115043345136147276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24160924/posts/default/115043345136147276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testsheng.blogspot.com/2006/06/cutting-words-can-hurt-more-than.html' title='Cutting words can hurt more than sticks and stones'/><author><name>Sheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15170181968199613050</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-24160924.post-114247066555113252</id><published>2006-03-15T16:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T03:03:13.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coolest Quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listed below are some of the coolest quotes I like the most...&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“Always set high value on spontaneous kindness. He whose inclination pro&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;mpts&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;him to cultivate your friendship of his own accord will love you more than one whom you have been at pains to attach to you.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“Trials teach us what we are; they dig up the soil, and let us see what we are made of; they just turn up some of the ill weeds on to the surface.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“If you will call your troubles experiences, and remember that every experience develops some latent force within you, you will grow vigorous and happy, however adverse your circumstances may seem to be.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24160924-114247066555113252?l=testsheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testsheng.blogspot.com/feeds/114247066555113252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24160924&amp;postID=114247066555113252&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24160924/posts/default/114247066555113252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24160924/posts/default/114247066555113252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testsheng.blogspot.com/2006/03/coolest-quotes.html' title='Coolest Quotes'/><author><name>Sheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15170181968199613050</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>
