<?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-13267068</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:07:29.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a bok's life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamlang.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267068/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamlang.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>bokles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17834258159955726427</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>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13267068.post-112071834998165570</id><published>2005-07-07T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T23:40:41.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny things you see everyday - 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/85/6423/640/wanted_ad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/85/6423/320/wanted_ad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Of course you'd have to be open minded... Killer!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" 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/13267068-112071834998165570?l=jamlang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamlang.blogspot.com/feeds/112071834998165570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13267068&amp;postID=112071834998165570' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267068/posts/default/112071834998165570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267068/posts/default/112071834998165570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamlang.blogspot.com/2005/07/funny-things-you-see-everyday-2.html' title='Funny things you see everyday - 2'/><author><name>bokles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17834258159955726427</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-13267068.post-112071819449732909</id><published>2005-07-07T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T23:36:34.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm depressed...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Feels so heavy, with no particular reason… could be the bulk of anxious thought parading my mind, too many to handle all at once. I feel so messed up that I didn’t even want to get out of bed this morning.  Things just aren’t going my way I guess… This happens sometimes.  It goes away, but comes back again.  I hate it when it comes back.  I’ve been battling this feeling the entire week without even knowing what I’m actually up against.  Hope lang this goes away na… I’m not handling it well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13267068-112071819449732909?l=jamlang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamlang.blogspot.com/feeds/112071819449732909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13267068&amp;postID=112071819449732909' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267068/posts/default/112071819449732909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267068/posts/default/112071819449732909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamlang.blogspot.com/2005/07/im-depressed.html' title='I&apos;m depressed...'/><author><name>bokles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17834258159955726427</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-13267068.post-112019868172295173</id><published>2005-07-01T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T23:21:25.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny things you see everyday - 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/85/6423/640/watch_and_learn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/85/6423/320/watch_and_learn1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw this while walking along annapolis in greenhills. Couldn't help taking a picture of the sign. Watch up pre! &lt;a href="http://www.picasa.com/picasa/index.php?tid=Y2NpZD0zOTM1" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" 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/13267068-112019868172295173?l=jamlang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamlang.blogspot.com/feeds/112019868172295173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13267068&amp;postID=112019868172295173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267068/posts/default/112019868172295173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267068/posts/default/112019868172295173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamlang.blogspot.com/2005/07/funny-things-you-see-everyday-1.html' title='Funny things you see everyday - 1'/><author><name>bokles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17834258159955726427</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-13267068.post-112019815613223487</id><published>2005-07-01T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T23:09:16.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swim lang pre!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Swimming is the best! Still can’t complete an entire lap though. I’d stop twice before completing one. Olats ‘cause I feel my lungs are really weak. Though an a person in the office told me that it usually takes 8 weeks ‘til you really enjoy doing laps on the pool. The third and forth week daw is the hardest. Well, if that’s the case, edi sige, fight lang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m beginning to love the sport. It’s great exercise plus it keeps my body looking good. Aside from the tan, my love handles are getting a trimming. Cool diba? It’s Saturday again tomorrow and I’m hoping to learn a couple o more tricks to especially on breathing. I tried to swim once during the week, grabe! Bitin ‘cause I was only able to swim for 30 minutes and had to get ready na for work. Pero I’m planning to do that more often this week. Sana lang nga mapanindigan ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange but I feel that there’s something inside pushing me to improve my body even more. Basketball is good but I feel it’s not enough. Right now I feel that swimming will really be good for me. I hope I last the entire 8 weeks para ma-enjoy ko talaga swimming. Fight lang!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13267068-112019815613223487?l=jamlang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamlang.blogspot.com/feeds/112019815613223487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13267068&amp;postID=112019815613223487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267068/posts/default/112019815613223487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267068/posts/default/112019815613223487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamlang.blogspot.com/2005/07/swim-lang-pre.html' title='Swim lang pre!'/><author><name>bokles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17834258159955726427</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-13267068.post-111950827083016830</id><published>2005-06-23T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T23:32:31.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and my wife to be</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/85/6423/640/19-06-05_2035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/85/6423/320/19-06-05_2035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Nenong, my wife to be &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" 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/13267068-111950827083016830?l=jamlang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamlang.blogspot.com/feeds/111950827083016830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13267068&amp;postID=111950827083016830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267068/posts/default/111950827083016830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267068/posts/default/111950827083016830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamlang.blogspot.com/2005/06/me-and-my-wife-to-be.html' title='Me and my wife to be'/><author><name>bokles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17834258159955726427</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-13267068.post-111950681371949827</id><published>2005-06-23T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T23:11:06.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and my beautiful sister</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/85/6423/640/me%20and%20trisha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/85/6423/320/me%20and%20trisha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my beautiful sister. &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" 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/13267068-111950681371949827?l=jamlang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamlang.blogspot.com/feeds/111950681371949827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13267068&amp;postID=111950681371949827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267068/posts/default/111950681371949827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267068/posts/default/111950681371949827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamlang.blogspot.com/2005/06/me-and-my-beautiful-sister.html' title='Me and my beautiful sister'/><author><name>bokles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17834258159955726427</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-13267068.post-111949900160545050</id><published>2005-06-23T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T20:56:41.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fitting</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I finally bought trunks yesterday. We went to Podium for lunch and dropped by the Speedo store right after shooting some hoops at Toby’s (which, recently is slowly becoming a regular lunch thing). The Speedo boutique had the weirdest fitting room doors. Usually, fitting rooms would have doors that opened inward, I figured so when you ask the sales person for something and you’re not quite dressed you can just hide behind the door. It's strange that theirs opened outward. Thus the booboo… hehehe… I took off my pants to try the first pair on and the lady knocks to give me another size... You figure out what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fitting trunks really felt awkward. It’s like fitting briefs, and you don’t fit briefs. Kulit pa when I got out the fitting room, this lady, who looks like the owner of the franchise comes up to me and asks about the trunks. It took me a while before I could cough up an answer. The whole experience of getting trunks was really something alien to me ‘til yesterday. Cool naman. Can’t wait to use them na nga eh. Saya talaga when you enjoy the things that you try to improve yourself. There’s this sense of fulfillment knowing that what you’ll be doing will be good for you. Praise God!&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/13267068-111949900160545050?l=jamlang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamlang.blogspot.com/feeds/111949900160545050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13267068&amp;postID=111949900160545050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267068/posts/default/111949900160545050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267068/posts/default/111949900160545050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamlang.blogspot.com/2005/06/fitting.html' title='Fitting'/><author><name>bokles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17834258159955726427</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-13267068.post-111931519739979102</id><published>2005-06-21T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T17:53:17.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling athletic</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It looks like it’s gonna be a good day. Thank God! I feel great! I just got to buy the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;clippers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I’ve been wanting so long to get. Well actually, it was my officemate who actually went to divisoria to get it. Thanks pre!!! I cut my own hair &lt;em&gt;na mismo&lt;/em&gt; last night. Coolness! Woke up this morning refreshed also because of the game we had last night. It was awesome! We had so much fun. Thank God for basketball! A fun way to get your blood pumping. Speaking of sports, I think I’m really getting into this swimming thing. We did some laps at Ultra just this Saturday and I can’t seem to get it off my mind. It roused my inner athlete and I feel I want to really get into this. I’ll be canvassing for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;trunks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; probably this lunch. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trunks?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Can you believe that? I have never in my life dreamed of wearing one, and now, I’m actually going to get one! Hehehe… Anyway, bahala na. I'm thinking this'll be good naman eh. One of the lifeguards said na "guts lang yan pre!" Guts kung guts! Sana things work out, I really wana have stong lungs din eh.&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;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God, thank you for this day! I give this day to You!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13267068-111931519739979102?l=jamlang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamlang.blogspot.com/feeds/111931519739979102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13267068&amp;postID=111931519739979102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267068/posts/default/111931519739979102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267068/posts/default/111931519739979102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamlang.blogspot.com/2005/06/feeling-athletic.html' title='Feeling athletic'/><author><name>bokles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17834258159955726427</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-13267068.post-111923041993072734</id><published>2005-06-20T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T18:20:19.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God has His ways</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;God really knows what He's doing. Seems we should have more faith in Him that everything that comes our way is for the best. Once you go through a week of pain, you appreciate a minute of blissful understanding like a glass of lemon aide  in the middle of the Sahara desert. I remember this talk I had with our pastor yesterday. He was telling me about how his mom, although they had access to PX goods would keep on buying them Crispa shirts. He later on overheard his a conversation his mom had with one of his tita’s answering that very question. She said “If you buy your kids Hang Ten, then you wouldn’t be able to please them that much anymore ‘cause its already Hang Ten. But if you buy them Crispa shirts, and later give them one Hang Ten, then that would give ‘em a lot more room to be thankful and appreciate.” Same din siguro with God teaching us to be content with every little thing we understand of Him. Astig!&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/13267068-111923041993072734?l=jamlang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamlang.blogspot.com/feeds/111923041993072734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13267068&amp;postID=111923041993072734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267068/posts/default/111923041993072734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267068/posts/default/111923041993072734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamlang.blogspot.com/2005/06/god-has-his-ways_20.html' title='God has His ways'/><author><name>bokles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17834258159955726427</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-13267068.post-111899565732534959</id><published>2005-06-17T00:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T01:07:37.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain leeches for good health</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm beginning to hate emotional pain... For the past couple of days it has been on me like a leech I can't remove. I literally felt my life being sucked out of me. I lost all appetite. Food didn't seem to have taste, and my stomach didn't seem to want any either. Everyday tasks were mere obligations, as if life was void of color. At times though you forget, you laugh, enjoy, and all of a sudden you remember and instantly a vacuum from the inside sucks everything clear. Isolating you and just freakin messes you up with a tug. An emotional tug so strong, almost tangible… and i hate it. But it's necessary… God doesn’t make mistakes. So I think I &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;should&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; accept this as something I need, stop my whining, and grow-up. But it's so hard...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13267068-111899565732534959?l=jamlang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamlang.blogspot.com/feeds/111899565732534959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13267068&amp;postID=111899565732534959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267068/posts/default/111899565732534959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267068/posts/default/111899565732534959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamlang.blogspot.com/2005/06/pain-leeches-for-good-health.html' title='Pain leeches for good health'/><author><name>bokles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17834258159955726427</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-13267068.post-111882989453864516</id><published>2005-06-15T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T03:07:42.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The most pain i have ever felt in my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I mark this day &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;THE MOST PAINFUL DAY OF MY LIFE...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to this day, nothing has ever hurt me as much as what yesterday brought. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;God, i know pain is a part of life... I ask not that you remove it, but please give me wisdom to face it, and a peace brought about by the underlying truth that You work all things for the best of those who love You. And I love You... more now, in this pain than ever. This I ask in Jesus' name. Amen&lt;/em&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/13267068-111882989453864516?l=jamlang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamlang.blogspot.com/feeds/111882989453864516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13267068&amp;postID=111882989453864516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267068/posts/default/111882989453864516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267068/posts/default/111882989453864516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamlang.blogspot.com/2005/06/most-pain-i-have-ever-felt-in-my-life.html' title='The most pain i have ever felt in my life'/><author><name>bokles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17834258159955726427</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-13267068.post-111881840018451527</id><published>2005-06-15T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T23:53:20.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An unexpected twist in life's bumpy road</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Walking down the road of life there are time you feel that you’ve gotten more or less the hang of it. You come across several road bumps, rattled but still on course. Climbing out man-deep puddles, mud in all parts except the eyes but in your optimism you still see that things are ok. After a couple of road bumps and puddles you start saying to yourself “It’s just like a walk in the park.” convinced that you’ve matured enough to handle life’s trials. And all of a sudden comes an unexpected twist. A blow so freaking hard that it knocks you off your feet throwing you up in the air into a triple summersault before landing your kisser on rock-solid pavement. Now doesn’t that sound fun? Then you start thinking “what went wrong?”, “life is so &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;unfair&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!”, “why me? what did I do to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;deserve&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; this?”, “how come I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; saw that coming?” It hurts like the biggest freaking constipated piece of sh*t you’ve ever had to put up with. It sucks big time, making you think that most of what you’ve just gone through before this was nothing. You stay down ‘cause the pain won’t let you anywhere else, throbbing pain from all parts of your body. Your thoughts switch from denial to confusion to anger to apathy to the pain and finally you give up and go into tears. The most painful tears you’d ever cried. Knowing that there is no way you can ever explain what just happened. No way you could’ve prevented it, as if it was meant to be. A question is raised, “Will you still STAND?” My answer, By God I WILL!!! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I WILL!!!!!!!&lt;/em&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/13267068-111881840018451527?l=jamlang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamlang.blogspot.com/feeds/111881840018451527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13267068&amp;postID=111881840018451527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267068/posts/default/111881840018451527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267068/posts/default/111881840018451527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamlang.blogspot.com/2005/06/unexpected-twist-in-lifes-bumpy-road.html' title='An unexpected twist in life&apos;s bumpy road'/><author><name>bokles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17834258159955726427</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-13267068.post-111813335147671557</id><published>2005-06-07T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T01:35:51.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bliss [bliss] perfect happiness: perfect untroubled happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I never would've thought that there really would be someone who'd understand me.  I found out yesterday that there was.  And not only did she understand me, but she knew exactly what to say to pacify me, and how to say it and at the right time.  She showed me love i could only imagine.  I love found more in my fantasies than in real life.  My heart that was hardened by anger quickly melted.  It still seems impossible to me, but it really happened.  I couldn't help but continually be in awe at what God sent my way.  Nenong, if you can read this lang, you're my best, the other half that keeps me whole.  And with all my flaws, I will continue to be your best as well.  I love you with all my heart and all the love God has given me for you.&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;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be left in this life with only God and you is bliss.--bok&lt;/em&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/13267068-111813335147671557?l=jamlang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamlang.blogspot.com/feeds/111813335147671557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13267068&amp;postID=111813335147671557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267068/posts/default/111813335147671557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267068/posts/default/111813335147671557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamlang.blogspot.com/2005/06/bliss-bliss-perfect-happiness-perfect.html' title='bliss [bliss] perfect happiness: perfect untroubled happiness'/><author><name>bokles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17834258159955726427</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-13267068.post-111802643292828502</id><published>2005-06-05T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T20:00:35.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is hard.. and people even harder...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Had the most horrible weekend… One thing I’ve learned though, you shouldn’t depend on anyone when you’re going through trials. I feel (based on the weekend's events) that that’s the time they tend to fail you the most. And if you do depend, you just end up more of a mess and a lot frustrated. I don’t have any angst on anyone about it, lesson learned, that’s all. Lesson learned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13267068-111802643292828502?l=jamlang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamlang.blogspot.com/feeds/111802643292828502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13267068&amp;postID=111802643292828502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267068/posts/default/111802643292828502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267068/posts/default/111802643292828502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamlang.blogspot.com/2005/06/life-is-hard-and-people-even-harder.html' title='Life is hard.. and people even harder...'/><author><name>bokles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17834258159955726427</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-13267068.post-111768154168588017</id><published>2005-06-02T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T20:09:11.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain in love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In love you get to a point where you feel the need to let go…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Otherwise you end up hurting yourself, and the one you love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Not to leave, not to stop loving, but to let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Letting go of the one thing that you hold dear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Loving but not owning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Swallowing all fears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And facing the pain of all insecurities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The only comfort you get&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Is knowing only heaven holds the answers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To every question the heart holds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Then and only then will we be able to understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13267068-111768154168588017?l=jamlang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamlang.blogspot.com/feeds/111768154168588017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13267068&amp;postID=111768154168588017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267068/posts/default/111768154168588017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267068/posts/default/111768154168588017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamlang.blogspot.com/2005/06/pain-in-love.html' title='Pain in love'/><author><name>bokles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17834258159955726427</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-13267068.post-111741505228128947</id><published>2005-05-30T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T18:04:12.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An anniversary to remember</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Had the most wonderful time with my fiance at this restaurant in Tagaytay that my boss recommended. We recently celebrated out first anniversary at Antonio's. Nung weekend lang. All the write-ups about this place absolutely gave justice to the entire experience. The place, the music, the service and most of all the food was great! I don't usually go out eating at expensive places 'cause to me food is food. If you enjoy it enough to eat up and fill your stomach then to me that's good food. Babaw no? But since this was a special occation, shempre, first anniv ba naman eh, sige, subok lang. Laki pala ng diff! We totally enjoyed ourselves. Sheer dining pleasure. From appetizers to dessert winner, pare the best! Kulit pa ng waiter namin. Our waiter was this small guy with curly hair and light brown eyes. And he really seemed to know what he was talking about, expressions pa and everything. We asked kasi what was the dessert he recommended, i forget the mismong dessert pero when he siad it, he had a moment to close his eyes as if resavoring the taste. Ang kulit lang! And feel ko na when you ask him anything about the menu alam niya. Well dapat lang siguro. Maybe it seemed unusual to me lang kasi it's my first time. Basta, I'll be sure to eat there again. Kahit na pricey siya for me, ipon na to.&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;Eating and talking about anything and everything in a fancily homey place is the bomb! This was totally an anniversay to remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13267068-111741505228128947?l=jamlang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamlang.blogspot.com/feeds/111741505228128947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13267068&amp;postID=111741505228128947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267068/posts/default/111741505228128947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267068/posts/default/111741505228128947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamlang.blogspot.com/2005/05/anniversary-to-remember.html' title='An anniversary to remember'/><author><name>bokles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17834258159955726427</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>
